Straight Flushed (Hot Pursuit #1)(23)
Seven
I stared into Stephen’s eyes. My blood surged and adrenaline flooded my veins. The excitement and the anticipation of what I knew was coming pricked my skin. I loved the feeling. I stared back at him, silently daring him to move. I was ready for an attack and when it came I wouldn’t resist. I wanted to feel his body against mine with such urgency logical thought escaped me.
Desperately, I watched his body for cues, my heart pounding. In one swift move the pounding stopped when he grasped my face, and his lips met mine? confessing the hunger that had remained hidden from his outward reserve. He explored the recesses of my mouth, devouring me with his kiss. I melted into him, wrapping my hands low around his waist and pulling him closer to feel him growing against my belly. Tiny pulses fired between my legs. I caressed the firm lines of his physique over his shirt then wandered lower and grabbed his perfect ass. He released a deep, approving moan.
He reached his hand up and fisted my hair, pulling my head back, almost violently, exposing my throat. His tongue traced my vulnerable flesh leaving a scorching trail in its wake, licking and sucking on the vein that pumped for him. My skin was on fire. I tilted my head to gently loosen his grip then being more brazen than I’d ever been, in one hard tug, I ripped his shirt off exposing his powerful chest and strong shoulders.
He took my hands in his and encouraged them to explore his body, starting at his chest then creeping lower…and lower. “Is this what you want?” he growled as I held him in my hand.
“Yes,” I whispered. Part of it felt wrong, but I wanted this. I wanted him. More than anything else. I wanted someone to hold me and touch me, if only for a little while, even if it meant nothing.
I rubbed him over his shorts, giving him a small sample of the pleasure that was to come. Glimpsing the wild beast within, I began to quiver. He moaned and found the swell of my hips, turning my body and pinning me against the door. His fingers ran up under my dress, cupping my bare backside then he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around him as carried me into the bedroom.
The blinds were lowered, lightly covering the windows, slicing the incoming rays. He gently eased me on the silky bedspread and slowly removed every shred of my clothing. I never took chances like this. I barely knew this girl lying in wait. I was fully exposed, naked and aching with need, at the mercy of his touch.
When he stood before me, every inch of what I wanted to see most strained tightly under his shorts. He pulled the drawstring loose and exposed himself, every tantalizing inch continuing to swell. Like a peacock fanning his proud feathers, he stood confidently then walked to the window. I memorized his flawless, lean form as he closed the blinds. The pink and red hues exploding outside in the sky illuminated the room, leaving him as a dark figure shrouded in rose colored light.
The pressure of my impatience was building. I wanted to shout for him to take me, but he deliberately took his time.
In the fading light, I watched his silhouette walk to the side of the bed. He opened a drawer, and I heard the crinkling of a wrapper. If he didn’t touch me soon, I was going to explode.
His hands, soft and warm, roamed up my thighs, his touch light and painfully teasing. He crawled up my body, caressing my stomach and then my breasts. His lips and tongue teased my nipples.
“Oh God,” I whispered between slightly parted lips. My whole body tingled under the full weight of him; the pain of my broken ribs wasn’t even a thought.
He put both hands up to my forehead and held my hair back. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Whatever you want, just do it now,” I purred. Make me forget again. Make me numb.
His warm shaft pressed against my skin. I opened my legs pleading for him to end my aching. Gently, he worked himself into me, and I arched my back and pushed against him, encouraging him deeper.
I caressed his body as he dominated me. Delicate plunges quickly turned to vicious, pounding thrusts. The pleasure consumed me, strangling me, taking my breathing to labored and sporadic gasps. He held my hands above my head, his breath coming in hot bursts against my neck. Stronger and stronger, the tingling in my fingers and toes began moving with magnetic force inward. He sensed it, slowing his movements, rubbing and touching my body, answering its every call. I fought succumbing to the tortured pleasure.
His gravelly voice cut through the silence. “Come for me,” he said with deep authority. “I know you want to.”
His words freed me then my body tensed against him, tighter and tighter, before drowning in a flood of liberation. My untethered cries filled the air as wave after wave of ecstasy claimed me.
He moaned against my ear as little electric aftershocks continued to pulse in my womb, spacing out farther and farther before disappearing into nothingness. Then, peace settled.
With loose limbs and rubber bones, I basked briefly in the euphoria. I stroked his wet skin which had labored dutifully for me and scratched my nails against his ass. He put his head back and began to move again. I found the tempo that bound our bodies as he sought his release. I watched the lines of his throat as he writhed, his skin glistening in the light. I touched the firm muscles in his arms as he supported his weight, hovering over me.
I hooked my legs around his hips and pushed him deep, until he filled me. Within moments, he released the pain of his ecstasy and grew still, calm satiety overtaking him as his heart beat wildly against my chest. He lay still for a few moments before rolling off to my side. I stared into the darkness listening to the sound of his breathing, and my heart thumping in my ears.