Sinfully Sexy (23 page)

Authors: Linda Francis Lee

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BOOK: Sinfully Sexy

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She explained the rest, and with each word she spoke, he grew angrier.
"You knew this whole time and didn't bother to tell me?"
Too late he realized his error. She exploded.
"You're mad at me?" she blurted out in disbelief. "You, who lied to me,
are upset that I didn't come out and tell you that I knew all about
your charade?"
"All right, I shouldn't have said that," he conceded gruffly.
"No, not good enough." She poked him in the chest with her finger. "I
need a better apology than that." Another poke. "You need to show me
how sorry you are. I want to see you beg and plead. I want to
see you grovel!"
Only then did he realize that she was playing with him. The minute he
did, she laughed out loud and launched herself into his arms so
suddenly that he staggered back.
"I'm so happy!" she cried. "I'm so relieved!"
He felt the shift inside him, the joy, and his own relief. He could do
nothing more than hold her tight,
his face buried in her neck, inhaling her, assimilating that she was
truly in his arms.
"Hey, you're about to squeeze me to death," she laughed.
Instantly he loosened his grip and set her down. He wanted to touch
her, hold her, show her how much she meant to him. She must have seen
something in his eyes, because all of a sudden she turned around and
started to run.
Surprise held him frozen before he set off and chased after her.
She screamed in happiness as she careened down the hall. He caught her
in the doorway of the guest bedroom.
They were both breathing hard, standing face-to-face, his arm braced
above her head on the doorjamb. They stared at each other, waiting,
anticipating. Then he gave in, his deep, guttural growl echoing
against the walls.
"Chloe," he whispered raggedly.
They came together like two lost souls, their mouths slanting together,
his groan reckless as he pulled her close. Their embrace was frantic,
each surrendering, each forgetting everything else. He ran his hands
down her body, cupping her hips, as if he couldn't quite believe she
was really there. The freedom to touch her, now that she knew who he
was, was nearly unbearably sweet.
They kissed frantically, neither able to get enough. The touch was like
fire, burning and hot, a growl escaping him as his lips grazed back
along her jaw, then lower.
He felt her shiver and sigh when he gently sucked the skin of her neck,
a sensual dance of lips, the erotic nip of teeth. Then finally he
returned to her mouth and kissed her.
She pressed against him, like she wanted to be consumed by his heat.
"Yes," he breathed, his arousal hard and insistent.
But just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. Chloe froze,
startling him when she stepped back. She stared at him, and from the
look on her face he was certain she would head for the door. But she
surprised him when she reached up and started working the buttons of
her shirt. One by one they gave way, her gaze never leaving his, until
all her clothes were in a puddle around her ankles.
Humbled beyond imagining, Sterling felt young and exposed, though he
was the one who still wore clothes. He almost hated the emotion. Hardly
recognized it. But this woman had a way of making him accept things he
wouldn't with anyone else.
Then she stepped forward and tugged at his shirt. In seconds it was
gone and she took his breath away when she touched him, barely, softly,
her finger circling his nipple. He closed his eyes, and he drew a deep
shuddering breath. The power she had over him stunned and amazed him.
His skin felt on fire
when her finger drifted over to his other nipple, circling once, then
finding the thin line of hair that trailed down, her hand stopping at
the waist of his pants.
He coaxed her lips apart, tasting her. His mind flared and he groaned
the second she reached for the clasp of his belt. She didn't tug for
long before he kicked his pants away. Then he stood in front of her
naked.
"You are beautiful," she whispered in awe.
His sex was hard and heavy with arousal, the muscles along his chest
and abdomen quivering with his barely maintained control when she
reached out and touched him, circling her fingers around the straining
head. After a moment, he caught her wrist and pulled her back to him.
His kiss became urgent, his palms caressing her bare skin, trailing
down until he cupped her bottom, tucking his fingers into the notch
between her thighs. He felt the way her body leaped, wanting, demanding
more.
"Yes, Chloe." He nudged her knees apart with his own, his fingers
brushing against the tight curls covering her sex.
She quivered and gasped. The sensation was intense, and he couldn't
hold back the moan of satisfaction that started in his throat and only
got deeper when she ran her palms up to his shoulders.
His erection throbbed, and he sucked in his breath as her fingers
drifted lower along the trail of his chest hair, then even lower. With
a groan, he took her hand, then wrapped it around his hard shaft.
She drew a shaky breath at the same time she seemed to find power in
the clear control she had over his body. She stroked him with maddening
slowness, her fingers tight as he groaned into her hair.
"God, yes," he whispered, his voice a rasp, his body thrusting into her
grip.
But this wasn't how he wanted it to be. With the same furious control
he had used to keep her distant,
he took her hand away, then turned her around and guided them farther
into the small room. When he brought her back up against his chest,
they both faced a mirror over the dresser. Two strangers stared back.
His warm hands drifted up against her bare skin, slipping higher and
higher along her sides, then around her ribs until he cupped her full
breasts, pressing the soft pertness high.
A sigh escaped her lips, and he felt her body tremble with need as his
hard length pressed against her hips.
"Do you like this?" he whispered in her ear.
She trembled even more as he brushed the flats of his palms across her
nipples.
"I think you do," he murmured.
She shivered when his hand drifted low down her belly, grazing over her
abdomen, slipping between her legs, cupping her.
Her mouth opened on a silent cry.
"You're so soft," he said.
Running one hand down her back, he gently bent her over the wooden
dresser top.
The sight of her brought heat flashing through him with raw intensity.
He trailed his hand lower, cupping her bared bottom, then lower until
he found the tight curls. He gently spread the folds, wet with need,
then slid deep inside her in one erotic thrust.
He felt her body shudder and clench, and when she tried to stand, he
gently pressed his hand to her
back, keeping her there, his fingers sliding deeper. He stroked her,
moving in a slow, steady rhythm
that made her body pulse.
She began to move her hips, wanting more. Her breathing grew ragged,
and Sterling couldn't believe the passion Chloe showed. It was like a
burning that she gave in to, however reluctantly, that matched the
burning that always surfaced inside him whenever he saw her. She was
slick with desire, and his erection was nearly painful.
With tautly held control, he withdrew his fingers from her, then swept
her into his arms. He kissed her again, as he set her on the bed, his
lips traveling lower along her collarbone and then over the swell of
her breast. Suckling and nipping, then the flick of his tongue, before
continuing on, his kisses trailing
over her abdomen.
Each of them was breathing hard. And she could no longer control the
tremors that ran through her body as he pulled up her knees. His
fingers scorched a path up from her ankle and along the inside of her
thigh until they grazed the silken folds between her legs. He groaned
when he felt her wetness. He circled, teasing but never entering, just
grazing. He could feel when she gave herself over to sensation. But
then he startled her when he pressed his tongue to the center of her
being.
He felt her surprise and her resistance, but he circled his tongue,
dipping, and she cried out in pleasure, her fingers tangling in his
hair.
"Sterling," she cried out.
He went still at hearing his name on her lips, intense joy rippling
through him. After a moment, he came over her.
Supporting his weight on his forearms, he framed her face with his
hands. Their eyes met, locked.
"Love me," she demanded.
He looked at her forever, then said, "Not yet."
Her red mouth fell open. "Not yet?"
"Come over me."
She appeared confused, so he rolled, and in seconds she was on top of
him. "Bring your knees up and straddle me."
She blinked. Tentatively she did as he asked, and her eyes went wide
when she felt his hard flesh between her thighs.
"Oh," she breathed.
Sterling half chuckled, half groaned.
But Chloe barely heard over the rush of blood through her head as her
heart raced with excitement. She felt nervous and insistent at the same
time. But the desire for this man won out when his strong hands brushed
up her sides, nudging her closer, then gently guided her down to his
shaft.
When the folds of her flesh touched his slick hardness, her body
quivered with need. But his sheer size concerned her.
With his hands instructing her, he moved her on him, slowly circling
her hips, tantalizing her, until her head fell back and all concern
evaporated. She only sought the pleasure he had given her beforeâthough
this time she sought something greater, something that pulled at her,
something primal and innate. She yearned to feel him deep inside her.
Seeking, her body heated, she began to move without his guidance. She
felt him suck in his breath when she tried to slide lower, taking more
of him.
"God," he whispered on a strangled breath.
She moved again, but despite her body's insistent desire, she couldn't
go farther.
Expelling his breath, he grabbed her hips and lifted her until they
were nearly parted. But then he pulled her back down. Over and over
again, barely a movement, slowly, deliciously, until she started moving
again on her own. Moving and sliding, still seeking.
She looked down at this man, his jaw locked, his body hard and tense
like stone.
Unable to help herself, she leaned down. And she pressed her lips to
his. For one long, breathless moment, he wrapped her in his arms. Then
without warning, he lifted her up and had her on her back, sinking into
the bedspread.
He came over her, pinning her down. His eyes met hers, his elbows
planted on either side of her, his hands framing her face.
"I'm going to make love to you, Chloe."
"I want you to," she whispered.
His gaze locked with hers, he came between her knees, lowering himself
slowly, until the swollen tip of his manhood brushed against her. This
time there was no thought that he was too large. She only wanted him.
Their bodies pressed together until there was nothing between them.
Their eyes met and held. Sterling never looked away as he filled her as
he had wanted, as he had dreamed about every second since the night he
ran into her in the hotel parking lot.
She took him completely, raising her knees, inhaling a shuddering
breath when he sank even deeper.
Then he began to move, slowly at first because she was so tightâso
tight that it took every ounce of concentration not to thrust hard and
be done with it. But then with a frustrated cry she moved against him.
"Faster," she breathed.
Sensation shot through him as she arched her back, her eyes fluttering
closed.
Almost reverently he laughed, then matched her thrusts, until they were
both seeking. She clutched his shoulders, panting. He buried his face
in her neck, calling out her name as he gave in to the primal need. He
cupped her hips, pulling her body up to meet his bold, fevered thrusts
until he felt her body tense,
then quiver with sensation.
Only then did he give in, taking what his body wanted, needed. Taking
his release in a moment of pure surrender. To her. To fate. To the fact
that he had found the woman he was meant to be with. The woman he would
make his wife.
They were meant to be together. Nothing, he told himself firmly, stood
in their way any longer.
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To: Ben Prescott
From: Sterling Prescott
Subject The surprise

It
took some doing, but I managed to find out from Chloe where her father
is. I've contacted
him, and he's on his way back to El Paso for the final show.
Also, thought you should know that I told Chloe who I was. Though,
for now we aren't telling anyone else. For the show's sake, I will
remain "Trey."

SHP
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To: Sterling Prescott
From: Ben Prescott
Subject: Another surprise

I
had an e-mail from Diana. She's heading to town and she's on the
warpath. Sounds like the
seller of her condo got tired of waiting for the money and accepted a
contract from someone else.

Good
luck. I think you're going to need it....

Ben

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To: Ben Prescott
From: Sterling Prescott
Subject: re: Another surprise

I
can handle Diana.

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To: Sterling Prescott
From: Ben Prescott
Subject: Diana

Tell
me you're really not that naive.

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