Wake to Dream(65)

Their eyes locked, the intensity of the give and take between them so lurid, that Alice felt tingles across her skin, goosebumps of fear erupting over the surface of her entire body.

With nimble fingers she unfastened the buttons down the back collar of her dress, the position pushing her chest out, her breasts tight across the cloth that was the only thing keeping her from his view. Once the buttons were unclasped, she dropped her arms to her sides, matching his stare.

He angled his head in that way that was all his own, his lips betraying his thoughts when they curled even more at the corners.

Daring to give him a smile, she said, “You’re not much of a talker, are you?” It was stupid to say, but she needed some relief from the suffocating silence, from the blanket of jittering nerves she felt wrapping her body.

He didn’t react but to smile brighter.

She smiled in return.

Another breath to steady herself, and she slipped the dress from her shoulders, allowing it to slide along her body until it puddled around her feet on the floor. She hadn’t worn a bra, and despite the lacy underwear that held tight around her hips, she felt completely exposed to his roaming eyes, to the blatant lust that radiated from him at the sight of her breasts now bared to him.

She wasn’t sure if it was her desire or the chill in the air that caused her nipples to form tight, painful peaks.

A shudder ran over Max’ body. Slight, but still noticeable, it was another outward sign beyond his heated gaze and mysterious smile that gave away anything of what he was feeling.

Forcing her arms to her sides, she felt butterflies in her stomach.

Her body turned to pluck the nightgown from the bed, and with her eyes averted, she felt the heat of his body wash against her back before a large hand fell on her shoulder. No sooner had she gripped her hand over the soft, white cloth than it was ripped from her grasp, tossed to the ground to lie in a puddle on the floor.

The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering so violently it felt like a tempest storm rolling inside her. She craned her neck to look up at him, her body flooded and hot with desire in response to the intensity of his stare.

A slight shake of his head was all he gave her before her body was shoved gently against the mattress, her weight sinking down heavily into the soft luxury of the blankets, while Max stood at the foot of the bed.

Unable to endure the tense silence, Alice laughed softly and teased, “What are you looking at?”

Three words spoken on a gritty, deep voice. “My future wife.”

Seconds ticked past, tension building between them until Alice wanted to beg, please, just take me. I’m yours.

But Max wouldn’t be hurried, wouldn’t be denied and wouldn’t be forced. He would take his time. Take his fill. Take whatever he deemed worth taking.

His eyes were locked to her body, his stare a palpable burn against her skin. Out of shyness and modesty, she pulled her arms around herself to hide her nudity, but a simple and subtle shake of Max’ head stopped her before she could cover herself completely.

She knew she would break beneath him, she’d gift him her soul as easily as her heart and body.

With slow, controlled movements, Max unbuttoned his shirt until it hung open to reveal the strong physique hinted to by the taut pull of the material across his shoulders and chest. Shadows highlighted every curve of his pecs and abs, the V that ran down from his waist to bury itself beneath the waistline of his pants. She was powerless to refuse the advances of a man as beautiful as Max Frost, and even now, with the desire so obvious within him, she was still helpless to resist his seductive charm.

The buckle of his belt clanged like a soft whisper across the room. His pants pulled open, but not pulled away. He stalked toward her with smooth, unhurried movements, allowing the pressure to build with each solitary step he made.

The bed sunk beneath his weight, a prowling tiger whose shoulders moved with a feline grace as he crawled up to hover above her. His heat was a blanket that covered her, his blue eyes the cool, icy promise that sent chills across her sweat dampened skin. Caged against the mattress by strong arms that were as thick as they were rigid, Alice forced herself to close her eyes.

“Look at me when I make love to you.”

His thumb and finger gripped her chin and tipped her face up so that when her eyes fell open, she became lost to the emotion in his.

With a voice as delicate as a whisper soft caress, he said, “From this night forward, we will always be together. Never forget that, Alice. I will never let you go.”

Her heart sang in response to his words, her body shuddering beneath him ready to take whatever pleasure he would give.

And give he did, his hands exploring every inch of her body before his mouth and tongue traced the same paths.

It took hours for Max to deliver on every unspoken promise he’d made to her with eyes that were filled with desire and hands that were as sensual as they were cruel. He teased her until she was begging for more, finally relieving her just enough so that she felt she would burst apart if he didn’t take her completely – making her his.

His attention entirely on her, Max pushed Alice into a frenzy of sexual need, pushing and pushing until finally entering her body to become one.

Drenched in delicious sweat, her heart pounding beneath her ribs, Alice fell over a tight precipice into the ecstasy and euphoria of her love for the man that drove her wild with the strength of his hands, the searing intensity of his kiss and the rhythm of a man possessed, taking from her body all it had to give.