Touch of Love (10 page)

‘I think that you felt it
, too, Elly.’ A finger under her chin made it impossible to hide from him any longer as she followed his lead and their eyes met, the smoldering fire in the depth of his onyx gaze taking her breath away. It didn’t matter how calm he sounded, after all. His eyes spoke for him, and her anger dissipated.

‘What is the answer then?’
Finally, when she managed to speak, her voice was hoarse and defiant. Compared to the smooth silkiness of his words, it sounded far too raw and choppy.

‘
You know very well what it is.’ He smiled lightly, the corners of his mouth lifting only slightly. ‘I can give you exactly what you need, Elly. We can save each other tonight, if you want.’

He was talking about sex
—two consenting adults trying to forget their lousy failed relationships, having a no-strings-attached, expectations-free night together. It should have sounded awful and offensive to her. She should have put him back in his place, making sure he understood she wasn’t that kind of person. She wouldn’t sleep around to make up for her fallout with Brad, and she certainly wouldn’t do it with a man who was practically a stranger. The words didn’t want to leave her lips, though.

Maybe th
at was exactly what she needed. Their kiss had offered her a tantalizing glimpse into the realm of sensual pleasures he could offer. He was an experienced lover; of that she was sure. He gave just as much as he took, instead of blindly pursuing his own satisfaction.

‘
Hey, no need to look so sad.’ He made her decision easier as he leaned forward, his lips coming to rest against the skin of her temple. It was a gentle kiss, a whisper of a touch, too short and yet long enough to rekindle the glowing embers of desire deep inside her. She could feel his mouth stretch into a smile. His breath, delicious and tempting, washed over her face, making any further thinking impossible. He was just about to step back; she knew it. He straightened and let her make her choice, but the distance between them made following her heart so much more difficult.

She didn’t want to think anymore. She was tired of trying to do the right thing. Ever since
walking in on Brad and Lucy, she couldn’t stop constantly replaying the events of the last few days and pondering where she’d gone wrong. She wanted to feel every nerve ending alive with pleasure that would wipe away the dread that hung over her head like a dark cloud ready to burst into a downpour.

Her face lifted to his lips in
invitation. She needed him to kiss her properly, breathlessly waiting for the glorious moment when their lips would finally meet. He understood right away and didn’t disappoint her. His mouth came back to her face, finding its way from her cheek to her already-parted lips. When he kissed her, the gentleness from only seconds ago was replaced with impatient passion that made little allowance for any second thoughts. Not that she had any.

H
e pulled her closer to him, the pressure of his fingers on the small of her back causing her to arch with pleasure that was intense enough to make her gasp in delighted surprise. His lips swallowed it greedily, his body contracting as he pressed against her. She felt the imprint of his erection against the soft skin of her abdomen, the flimsy barrier of her robe and the nighty doing nothing to soften the pressure. Her body responded instantly, her nipples hardening into aching pebbles and scalding liquid heat gathering in the most secret part of her feminine body.

No turning back,
she thought as he picked her up and gently placed her on top of his bed. His lips never left hers, his whole body attuned to her every move as he followed her motions, stretching next to her restless frame. His tongue found hers, coaxing it into a duel. Each deliberate stroke sent her higher and higher into the realm where only pleasure existed.

His nimble fingers made short work of untangling the robe,
then pushing it aside. The flimsy scrap of fabric did nothing to protect her from the sensuous assault of his fingertips as they swept from her thighs to her ribcage. They found her breasts, firm and full, tipped with pink nipples already tightened into centers of pleasure so intense that bordered on pain. His index finger hooked first under one and then the second of the spaghetti straps of her gown. After pulling it down to her waist, warm hands returned to her flesh, caressing the firm globes and tracing ever-smaller circles leading up to the rock-hard tips that begged for his attention. She couldn’t stop herself from whimpering when he finally obliged, rolling the turgid tip between his fingertips. An empty ache built deep inside her, growing with each stroke of his hands. She desperately needed more, her legs moving restlessly against the sheets.

He understood. His mouth left hers as he kissed his way down her throat, lingering in the hollow of her neck long enough to lick the heated skin, before moving lower
. The excruciatingly slow journey ended when his lips closed around one of her nipples. She could only gasp, weaving her fingers into his hair, the silky strands brushing against her skin. With each rhythmic movement of his mouth, she felt herself opening even further. The passages inside her hot, excited body became slick, ready to welcome his flesh. But he wasn’t in any rush, apparently. When she tried to move, he stopped her, lifting his head as his hands imprisoned her wrists, pressing them into the bed in a commanding motion.

‘Don’t
.’ Dark and hot, his gaze filled her stomach with a million butterflies. ‘I’m trying to do my best to take it slow, Elly. But if you don’t cooperate, I won’t last long.’

‘I don’t want it to be slow
.’ Even to her own ears, she sounded like a whiny child. But she was absolutely ready for him, and his reluctance to move faster drove her crazy. She wanted him inside her, filling the void and making her forget everything but here and now, even for just one night.

‘
You’ll have to be patient.’ He smiled into her eyes, his wolfish grin a promise of pleasure to come. ‘I’m planning on savoring every delicious part of you before I bury myself inside you, darling. I want to do this…’ He paused to flick his hot tongue over her other nipple. ‘And this…’ His head dipped lower, and he kissed the taut skin of her concave abdomen, his fingers skimming over her hipbones as he pulled the slip off completely, leaving her naked to his exploring gaze. ‘And most of all, this…’

S
he knew what he was planning but still wasn’t prepared for the agony of pleasure as he slid down. The slightly abrasive skin of his cheek rested against the sensitive skin of her thighs. She felt him inhale deeply, the movement of the air teasing her ultra-responsive flesh.

‘You smell wonderful,’ he whispered,
then traced his long fingers over the mound of flesh that guarded the most inner core of her womanhood. ‘I wonder how good you must taste…’

She
could only wait, feverish and on the brink of something she couldn’t ever recall experiencing before. Her whole being had collapsed into a million tiny pieces that reshaped themselves into this completely new, alien creature that could only feel and respond to his touch. She had no past and no future, only the present—the first gentle probing of his index finger that followed the line of her moist cleft, making her cry out in anguish. She wanted more, she thought as she pressed her hips into his hand, desperate to get closer. His next stroke went longer and deeper, the tip of his finger lingering for a split second on the tight bud that hardened even further under his probing. Again and again, he caressed her, each move just a heartbeat longer and more demanding.

And then his mouth replaced his fingers
. With unnerving precision, his lips found the very center of her arousal, and sucking it deeply, he let his fingers glide inside her more-than-ready body. She moaned loudly, unable to suppress the animalistic keening that came from the primal part of her. It was too much, she thought dazedly as her head thrashed on the pillow, her hands balling into tight fists. Each flicker of his tongue against her clitoris coaxed it to swell even more, sending waves of electricity to each cell of her body.

‘I want you to make love to me, Adam
,’ she pleaded, unable to stand the exquisite torture any longer. ‘I want you inside me. Now.’

‘Soon
.’ His breath tickled her skin, and he paused shortly, looking up to her with a wicked smile. ‘First, you need to come for me though. I want to feel it with my mouth when you climax. I want to taste it on my tongue, every last drop of it…’

In all the years of
her relationship Brad, he had never talked to her like that. They had a pretty good sex life, or so she’d thought. But he never told her any of those utterly explicit and exciting things that Adam whispered against her skin, setting her on fire. She listened to his soft murmur as he kept caressing her with his tongue and fingers, the pictures he painted of what he wanted to do and how beautiful she was bringing her closer and closer to the ultimate threshold.

She
desperately wanted it to last as the first spasms of pleasure started to build deep inside her, akin to a tidal wave that couldn’t be stopped. Like a fire sweeping over a forest, setting ablaze row upon of row of trees, her body ignited, the tension reaching the point of no return.

His tongue laved the hard, painfully erect nub one more time
. Then she was flying through space, blinded by a blaze of colors too beautiful to describe, bringing her to tears. Her body shook as waves of ecstasy ravaged it with force that was hardly possible to bear. She could feel his mouth kissing her quivering sex, his tongue reaching deep inside her slick passage. The thought that he could feel her muscles contracting in the throes of this mind-blowing orgasm swept her even higher, until the intensity of her release left her shaking like a leaf ravaged in a violent summer storm. She could only lie still, her body pulsing with slowly subsiding waves of pleasure, her breath catching in her throat as she tried to get back to earth.

‘See? Isn’t it good you let me do my bidding?’
In one smooth move, Adam slid up to her, until their faces were at the same level. His dark eyes were heavy with desire, and the traces of silvery moisture coated his cheeks and lips.
He really meant every word he said,
she thought lazily as her blood stirred again at the incredibly erotic thought of him tasting her most intimate parts.

She
leaned forward to kiss him, then tasted herself on his mouth. His body surged, and suddenly, he wasn’t calm anymore. She found herself pinned under his tall frame, his lean hips thrusting suggestively against her naked flesh. She couldn’t recall how he got out of his clothes. The events blurred into a kaleidoscope of images and flavors that made thinking impossible. And yet he must have torn them off in a hurry, for he was naked, his muscular, golden-tanned body warm and alive against her skin. She let her eyes feast on the broad expanse of his chest. Dusted with a fine sprinkling of silky black hair, the narrowing strip guided her gaze lower, to the tight muscles of his perfect abdomen. Lower still, she found the proof of his desire, his thick, rock-hard erection making her swallow convulsively in delicious terror. He was very well equipped, and she reached out to wrap her fingers around the thick shaft of the velvety smooth skin. She let them glide up and down its length, enjoying the sense of power as he shivered under her ministration.

‘
Enough.’ His strangled plea made her hand still for a moment. ‘Don’t look at me like that.’ He shook his head, his eyes pools of darkness. ‘It’s damn hard to do anything at all with you next to me, Elly. I want to skip the whole thing and just take you, here and now.’

He leaned
over to the side of his bed and opened the drawer, his fingers clumsy as he searched hurriedly. She had no trouble guessing what he was looking for while her body hummed with anticipation. The small package he produced confirmed her hopes, and she didn’t look away as he ripped it open. She watched him put on the protection, her curiosity justified by the fact that Brad had never really used protection. From the start, he had convinced her that using condoms would take away from the experience, suggesting she should go on the pill instead. It would be a safer bet anyway, he’d reasoned when she hesitated to comply. So she had agreed, dutifully taking care of the most mundane aspect of lovemaking.

‘Do you like what you see?’ Adam’s question made her blush
, and she realized she was staring at his manhood.

‘I do
.’ She nodded, her honesty winning the battle with shyness. It was too late to be shy, anyway, after the things he’d done to her, which she’d so thoroughly enjoyed. ‘Very much so.’

‘
That’s what you do to me.’ He touched himself lightly, his fingers stroking the length of his erection. ‘I could come right now, just having you watch me, you know?’

She could feel her own body tighten in response, her sexual appetite rising once again. Her eyes were pulled with magnetic strength to the proof of his desire, reveling in the
ever-so-fleeting sense of power she held over this man. He wanted her, and her alone.

‘I’d rather you didn’t,’ she said
.

He chuck
led in response. ‘I figured we’d rather go about it the old-fashioned way. Just thought I’d let you know how I feel.’ His teasing voice made her smile.

She liked
the sense of ease and camaraderie that was just as unexpected as it was welcome. Being able to laugh together was something that was just as important as lovemaking.

‘
You could reward me with a kiss.’ He was still smiling, his eyes on her lips.

Her lips melted into his, her mouth opening under his and welcoming the heat of his tongue. He kissed her deeply,
sweeping his hand over her neck to her breast, then fondling the flesh as their tongues mated in a fiery dance. She could tell he was trying to take it slow for her benefit and that he wanted to be patient and wait until she was ready to welcome him into her body, even though he had already given her the ultimate pleasure.

She decided there was only one way to l
et him know that his consideration, however touching it might be, wasn’t needed and that she burned with the same fire. She lifted her thigh to go behind his back, bringing them together on a totally new, intimate level. She could feel the tip of his erection grazing the opening of her womanhood, pressing against it as he kissed her throat and gathered her even closer. She lifted her hips ever so slightly. His shoulders shivered, and she knew he was about to lose his iron self-control, the temptation to finally bury himself inside her becoming too much to take.

‘Take me, Adam,’ she commanded,
raking her nails over the smooth skin of his back as she pressed him closer. She was on fire again, the sensation of his thick shaft pulsating against her wet flesh making her brave. ‘I need you inside me, now.’

W
ith a strangled moan, he pushed into her, stretching the tight tissues until he was inside her, filling her with his masculine strength. He started to move, slowly at first, each deep stroke reaching a new, undiscovered level of her desire. She could only gasp, clinging to his shoulders and kissing the saltiness of his sweat. Then his tempo changed, the strokes faster and even deeper, reaching to the very core of her womanhood. Over and over again, sparks of electricity ignited her body until she was nothing but a heap of oversensitive nerve endings. All her muscles tightened around him as she whimpered in need, desperate for release.
He caldn’t stop now,
was all she could think as she moved with him, stroke for stroke and push for push. She felt him tense, as well, and knew with some atavistic wisdom that he was reaching his pinnacle of pleasure, desperate to prolong the moment.

He
reached between their entwined bodies, his fingers searching, then finding her little bud that had blossomed to its fullest size. He pressed against it, his fingers gliding over the sticky moisture and circling its sensitive base. It was enough to send her over the edge, her whole body shaking in waves of ecstasy almost too intense to bear. She cried out, her voice mingling with his groan of release as he pushed into her even deeper. Their sweat-slicked bodies merged into one.

She came back to earth
after what could have been minutes or hours. She didn’t want to let go of the sense of weightlessness and absolute pure well-being. It felt too blissful and too perfect. She felt Adam’s arm around her, scooping her closer as he lay still, his heart beating under her cheek like helicopter blades. She knew she should have started to detangle herself. The mingled mess of their arms and legs couldn’t last. She wanted to slip away before he made the first move. But she couldn’t. Her cheek pillowed against the solid wall of his chest, she lay still, too spent and too happy to do anything but let her thoughts swirl around her head in no particular order. Whoever said that great sex was good for inventing stuff and having great ideas was certainly wrong as far as Elly was concerned. Her head felt empty. The images of what had just transpired were still too powerful to be dismissed in favor of more pragmatic thoughts.