Blame It on the Bikini(22)

He swallowed and then stepped to one side. She walked in, holding her head high while her blood fizzed round her body. She went straight to the place she’d fantasised about for weeks. The cover was stripped back, the light switched on—the brightness harsh on her eyes after the moonlit walk here.

‘What happened to the vase?’ The mess on the floor surprised her.

‘Accident caused by frustration.’ He watched her as if he was afraid she’d disappear if he blinked.

‘You’re not usually clumsy.’

‘I’m not usually frustrated.’

She paused. If he was ‘frustrated’, why wasn’t he happy to see her here now? ‘Why are you feeling bad?’ she asked softly, stepping closer. ‘It was a great night. I loved every second of it. Everyone else did too.’

‘This isn’t why I did it.’ He spoke low and rough. ‘I just wanted you to have some fun.’

‘I did,’ she answered. ‘And I’d like some more.’

‘Lauren said not to mess with you. That you’re fragile.’

Shock hit, embarrassment soon followed and both burned. What else had Lauren said? ‘Do I look fragile to you?’

‘Not on the outside, but that vase didn’t seem that fragile either and it still broke when I dropped it.’

‘You’re not going to get the opportunity to drop me,’ she said. ‘I only want what’s left of tonight. I don’t want anything more. I’d never expect promises from you. I understand that.’ There were only a couple of hours of darkness left. A couple would have to be enough. ‘And you know I can’t give more either. This isn’t going to be anything more for either of us. This is just tonight.’

He walked nearer. Intensity sliced into her as she saw the look on his face, the raw, unrestrained desire honed in on one focal point—her. Excitement swept over her and she backed up until the backs of her thighs hit his bed and she sat on the edge of it.

She gazed at him—unashamed in her admiration. He was so much taller, stronger. And looking at her like this? So lethal.

She realised that until now he’d kept a leash on his desires, letting her think she’d controlled this thing between them. But he could have pulled her to him any time he’d wanted. His potency was strong enough to render her will useless. She wanted to be his. But just as violent was the desire to have him ache for her in this same extreme way. Impossible, of course. Hence the one night.

‘Are you sure?’ he asked as he moved to within touching distance.

‘Yes.’

‘I like you.’ He frowned as if that wasn’t a good thing. ‘I want the best for you.’

She just wanted to enjoy this attraction—and end up free of it. ‘Then give me the best.’

He smiled, his eyes lighting up.

‘Don’t tease me any more,’ she begged. She needed him to come nearer, to stop talking, to make her feel as if she wasn’t about to make a massive fool of herself.

‘But it’s all about the tease.’ A glimpse of humour.

‘You know what I mean.’ She wanted it to be fast. She wanted to get the release, to be freed from it. For it to be over.

He stepped close. The brilliant thing about the height of his bed was that she didn’t have to crane her neck too far to look at him. With a single finger he traced the hem of her dress—now rucked up to just over her knees. She couldn’t believe he wasn’t moving faster already. But instead he put his hands on her pressed-together knees and exerted the smallest pressure.

‘Let me in, Mya.’ His gaze didn’t leave her face. ‘Let me in.’

Mya trembled at the cool command. He seemed to be asking for more than access to her body. ‘I am.’ She swung her legs wide.

‘No.’ He bent and his lips brushed her neck. ‘If we’re doing this, then I want everything tonight.’ He ran two fingers down her cheek; the slight pressure made her turn her head. He whispered into her exposed ear. His words a caress, an intimacy. As if he’d somehow accessed her soul. ‘How much do you want this?’ His lips brushed the whorls of her ear. ‘It better be as much as I do because otherwise you might not be able to keep up.’

‘You’re that fabulous, huh?’

‘I just want to be sure we’re on the same page for this evening. Because it ain’t over.’

‘I’m not fat and I’m not about to sing,’ she said with a hint of her old defiance.

‘What about screaming?’ He leaned closer until there was nothing but a whisper of air between them. She could feel the heat radiating from him, and her own emotions burned.

Tired of talk, tired of waiting, Mya wanted action.

She lifted her chin and laid one on him.

For a moment Brad lost control of the situation. For someone who supposedly suffered extreme sensitivity, Mya could give a blisteringly hard kiss. Her fingers threaded into his hair, holding him there while beneath his mouth hers was lush and hungry. Startled, he gave it to her—the full brunt of the want that had burdened him these past weeks. He dived deep into her sweet mouth, tangling his tongue against her equally ravenous one. He pressed harder until he felt her trembling and moaning already.

He eased it back a bit, put his hands on her face, cupping those beautiful cheekbones with gentle fingers and pulling back just enough for their lips to barely be clinging. ‘I have no intention of bruising you,’ he said quietly.

That nagging feeling that she was holding back wouldn’t leave him. What held her so reserved? While she smiled and joked with the bar patrons and Lauren’s boys, there was that distance that he’d seen no one breach. He wanted to be the one who broke all the way in.

So while there was a time and a place for hot and hard, quick and rough sex, this wasn’t it. She wanted it that way. He knew she did. She was desperate to have him to have the release. And for it to be over. Because there was that part of her that was mad with herself for wanting him as badly as she did. She didn’t want to be another of his conquests. She didn’t understand yet that she wasn’t.

Because there was his own confounding desire for her to come to terms with. He hadn’t realised it was possible to want a woman this much. He’d craved sex before. Of course he had. But that had been sex. That had been about getting the pleasure and the release. This was about her. This was about seeing her shaking and out of control and filled with ecstasy. This was about seeing her weak with wanting him, with her unable to stand—only being able to lie on a bed and beg for him to come to her. Oh, yeah, the submissive fantasies were a first.

And now he had her—lying back on his bed with that dress even more rucked up, giving him a glimpse of lace-covered treasure. He tensed every muscle to fight the urge to dive straight in. Heat tightened his skin; he felt as if he were on the rack—stretched well beyond his usual limitations. And now she forced him closer than he’d like. Pushed him to intrude deeper than he normally would. Yes, he wanted it all from her.

He quickly stripped himself and then straddled her on the bed and let the ribbons slide through his fingers as he loosened them enough to pull the bodice of the dress down to bare her beautiful, bountiful breasts.

She shivered before he even touched them. He let his fingers trace near to their precious peaks, so slowly and gently—watching to see how she coped. She moved restlessly beneath him. He bent closer, traced his tongue around the tight, rosy nipples and blew warm air over the tips of them.

She shuddered.

‘Too much?’ he asked softly.

She shook her head, her chest rising and falling quickly. He carefully cupped her soft flesh, let the centre of his palm touch her nipple. She shuddered again and arched her back, pushing her breasts deeper into his hands. He pushed his hands together, pushing her breasts together, letting her nipples peep over the top of his cupped hands. Beautiful. Big and beautiful and so responsive. He blew on them again. And then so carefully bent to brush his lips over them.

‘Oh, no,’ she whimpered.

‘Okay?’ he murmured, caressing them ever so softly.

She nodded and arched towards him again so he kept up the slow, wet caresses.

Her hips rocked now and he smiled at her giveaway reaction. Did she want the same treatment down there? He sure as hell hoped so. He stripped away her small briefs and then kissed his way down her flat stomach, his own excitement uncontrollable as he neared her most intimate curves. He’d dreamed of this for so long, he could hardly believe it was real now. But she was warm and writhing and tasted so hot. Her response deepened, her movements wild.

The pleasure of seeing her so wanting was more satisfying than anything in his life. He peeled her legs further apart, tasting her glistening femininity, holding her hips firmly so she couldn’t escape him as she stiffened and then began to convulse. He sucked on her most sensitive nub and then buried his tongue inside her, quickly reaching up to cup her breasts and cover her nipples—diamond hard now, they pressed into his palms. He applied more pressure and tasted the reward as she came hard and loud, screaming for him.