Too Much Temptation

by Lori Foster

  Grace yelped.

  Absurdly pleased with her, Noah said, “Relax, Grace.” And he tugged the underpants all the way down. Like her bra, they were white cotton, devoid of any decoration. “Step out of them.”

  She did, and Noah stood again, hugging her close. Her breasts were a bountiful cushion, further inciting his lust. Noah jerked off his shirt, wanting to feel her against his bare flesh. “Kiss me, Grace.”

  She immediately stretched up and took his mouth. Noah clutched her ample backside, palpating and stroking and enjoying the feel of her naked flesh beneath the fabric of her skirt. But only for a little while, then he needed more. He pulled his mouth away.

  “I have to get this off you, Grace. Right now.” The zipper caught, his impatience exploded, and Noah jerked hard, ruining her skirt.

  “Noah!”

  “I’m sorry, Grace,” he rasped, already lost. “I can’t wait.”

  She paused, blinking nervously.

  Praying she’d understand, that she was ready, he said, “I need you, Grace.”

  “Oh.” She smiled. Her beautiful brown eyes were soft, full of understanding, acceptance…love.

  No. Noah shoved the skirt down, over her hips, but one look at Grace’s sweet belly, her rounded thighs, the dark brown curls over her mound, and he was a goner.

  “Ah, God, Grace…” He turned with her onto the bed and sprawled out over her, pinning her with his weight. He took her mouth with voracious hunger—and Grace matched him, her hands now gripping his shoulders, her hips lifting into his.

  Noah sucked at her tongue, gave her his own. He trailed wet, eating kisses over her throat, her shoulder, down to her breast until he felt a swollen, turgid nipple against his lips, and then he drew it deep, sucking hard.

  Grace nearly lurched off the bed with a whimper of surprise and delight. Noah held her still and feasted off her. He moved from one breast to the next, unable to get his fill, wanting more and more of her until her nipples were red and throbbing and Grace writhed mindlessly beneath him.

  Absorbing the smooth, silky texture of her skin, he stroked one hand over her body. He luxuriated in the softness against his rough palm, plump hills and dipping valleys and the reverberation of her racing heart.

  The curve of her belly charmed him, and Noah had to kiss it, too. While he indulged in that, he wedged his hand between her thighs.

  She was hot, nice and wet.

  “Grace, damn.”

  She stretched, tipping her head back, moaning. Noah slid his fingers over slick lips, opening her for his entry. Grace was remarkably small and tight, even on his middle finger. He was barely inside her and her muscles were clamping down on him, squeezing him, and he just knew when he felt all that sensation on his cock, he’d die with the pleasure of it.

  “Tell me how this feels,” he muttered, and pressed deeper into her.

  “Noah…”

  He could smell her, her scent intensified by her excitement, and he reared back to look at her. The sight of his dark hand between her pale thighs, his fingers now shiny wet from her, was a great provocation. Noah bent and kissed her thigh. “How do you taste, Grace?”

  She moaned again, her eyes squeezed shut, her thighs tensed.

  Noah nuzzled closer while rhythmically fingering her, just barely in and out, bringing her closer and closer, getting her ready. Grace’s shyness was long gone and her thighs fell open, letting him see her, all of her. Her pink flesh glistened, and her small clitoris looked tempting and ripe.

  Noah licked her.

  “Ohmigod.”

  “Mmmmm.” He stroked with his tongue, flicked…sucked.

  “Noah.” Her hands settled in his hair, urging him on, holding him to her.

  Noah pulled his finger out, pleased with her groaning protest, then forced a second finger into her. He knew she was a little uncomfortable with the snug fit, but he said only, “It’ll make it easier for you, Grace. You’re so damn small.”

  “I’m big,” was her automatic, nearly incoherent wailing reply.

  Noah raised his head and gave her a tender look. She was flushed, damp with perspiration, open and yielding and hot.

  Sweet, amazing Grace.

  He caught her ass with his free hand, lifting her a bit. “Yeah, here you’re a luscious handful, Gracie. And here.” He rubbed his cheek over her breasts, kissing each puckered nipple in turn.

  “But not here, babe.” He worked his fingers into her, out, in deeper again. “Here you’re small and tight and you feel so good, I can’t wait anymore.”

  He raised himself up and quickly unfastened his slacks. With a small cry, Grace jerked up next to him and began helping, pushing his slacks down, struggling with his shoes and socks.

  Seeing her bottom, the graceful line of her back, only added to Noah’s frenzy. When at last he was naked, she started to crawl on top of him. Her eyes were vague, smoky with need.

  Noah held her back. “I need to get a rubber, Grace.”

  She looked blank, and Noah laid her on her back. Her dark hair spread out in a silky mass across his white sheets, her chest heaved. “Don’t move, honey. I’ll only be a second.”

  He yanked the nightstand drawer open and located a full box of condoms. He ripped one small silver packet open with his teeth and, with Grace’s fascinated observation, he slid it over his straining erection. “Now.”

  “Yes, please.” Grace held her arms out to him, and that was enough. More than enough.

  Even as he used his knee to spread her legs wide, Noah again wondered if this would be Grace’s first time. The idea seemed amazing; she was in her mid-twenties, as sexy as a calendar pinup, and beyond willing.

  Yet she didn’t act experienced.

  Normally that’d be enough to bring out his protective instincts, to help him conquer any lust so he could be gentle and patient.

  This time it only fueled his need. He felt like a caveman, but he wanted to be Grace’s first. Just the idea of taking her virginity made him near to howling with primal urges.

  “Noah,” she whispered, moving beneath him, squirming to get closer, to pull his weight down onto her.

  “Easy, babe.” He opened her with his fingers so the head of his cock could wedge in. Her muscles flexed, her nails bit into his shoulders. “Look at me, Grace.”

  Lips parted, face flushed, she stared up at him—and Noah thrust hard.

  They both gasped, Noah with indescribable pleasure, Grace with shock and discomfort. He caught her hips and kept her from retreating while he fought the urge to move, to pound into her. His whole body went taut at the moist, hot clasp of her body, slowly accepting him, easing around him.

  Grace panted, her eyes now squeezed shut. He heard her swallow, saw the strain on her face.

  God, he felt like a total bastard, but pulling back was beyond him. He fought himself and managed to hold still with an effort. Sweat dampened his shoulders, his brow. Striving for gentleness in the middle of savage need, Noah lowered his head to kiss her open mouth, then the bridge of her small nose, her brow.

  “It’ll be all right, Grace,” he promised. “Just try to relax.”

  She nodded, but it seemed she held her breath.

  Noah kissed her again. Damn, how could he get hit by tenderness in a maelstrom of lust? The combination of the two was devastating to his senses, keeping him off balance.

  Everything about Grace had him floundering. He was used to gauging himself, to thinking through his every action so there’d be no regrets later. But in fast order, he’d coerced Grace out of her clothes and into his bed.

  He hadn’t given either of them much time to ponder all the ramifications.

  To buy himself some time to adjust, Noah teased her. “You’re not very good at this obedience stuff, Grace. You’re so tense, I’m afraid you’ll break.”

  “I’m…trying.”

  An emotion expanded in his chest, nearly smothering him; he kissed her again. “Then keep those gorgeous bedroom eyes open, baby. Okay?”r />
  She nodded.

  “Can you feel me, Grace?”

  She groaned. “You’re inside me. Of course I can feel you.”

  “Tell me,” he urged. Maybe talking would help her to relax so that she could enjoy this. “What does it feel like?”

  As Noah asked that, he kept himself rigidly still except to tease her ear, her temple, with light, barely there kisses.

  “I feel…full.”

  “Yeah.” That one word had the effect of a lick along his spine.

  “You’re a big man, Noah.”

  Not unusually, but she wouldn’t know that—and Noah wasn’t up to explaining. He said only, “All over.”

  “I feel hot, too.”

  “You’re the hottest woman I’ve ever met, Grace Jenkins.”

  Her breath came a little faster. “It feels a little slick—”

  Now Noah was the one to squeeze his eyes shut. “Getting slicker by the second.” Her virginal opening pulsed around him, milking him, pushing him.

  Grace squirmed, trying to adjust, and said, “Noah, kiss me again.”

  He complied, thrusting his tongue past her lips the way he wanted to thrust into her sex. He took her mouth roughly while making gentle sweeps of her breasts and hips with his hands. “Grace,” he ground out, “I’m going to die if I don’t move soon.”

  Her legs lifted around him, hugging him tight. “Then Noah, move.”

  With a raw sound of power, Noah tipped back his head and slid deep, pulled out, slid deeper. With each stroke, her body accepted more of him while she tensed and panted and finally, Noah couldn’t take it anymore.

  He considered himself a good lover, a patient and considerate lover. But with Grace…she pushed his buttons and he had no control. Not now. Noah buried himself hard and deep and shuddered with an incredible, draining climax that seemed to go on and on.

  Vaguely, he heard his own loud groans, the soft touch of Grace’s hands on his shoulders and chest, and the gentle kisses to his throat. When he collapsed against her, she wrapped herself around him and held on.

  Long seconds ticked by before Noah’s senses returned. He was aware of Grace’s heartbeat galloping against his chest, her breath static in his ear.

  Sluggish and replete, Noah turned his head beside hers and kissed her shoulder. He liked the way she tasted, sort of warm and sweaty and womanly. He kissed her again, this time lingering, his mouth open and slow and thorough.

  She looked at him, eyes heavy and dark with arousal. Her mouth quivered with unfulfilled lust, her whole body still warm with need.

  Damn, she was something else. A lady through and through, smart and sweet and independent.

  And a firecracker in bed.

  Feeling like the luckiest man around, Noah smoothed a fingertip over the corner of her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

  She stared at his smile intently. “You don’t look sorry. You look…”

  His smile widened. “Satisfied?”

  “I don’t know.” And then, with a hint of worry, “Are you?”

  Noah laughed, content from the inside out. “Grace, you were so damn good, you drove me over the edge.”

  “I did?”

  He nodded. “That’s why I came so quick. And I am sorry, sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you.”

  “It’s all right,” she said, still all breathless and trembly.

  “The hell it is.” His grin lingered as he moved to her side and propped himself up on one elbow so he could gaze down the length of her bare body.

  Grace in his bed, still hot and flushed and ready, was a real treat. He’d be happy visually exploring her for an hour or so.

  But Grace needed more than that right now.

  Holding her heavy gaze, Noah reached for her breast and carefully pinched one pink, distended nipple. She shuddered and he said low, “Shh. Lie still. I’ll make you feel good, Grace.”

  “What will you do?”

  He met her worried eyes and taunted softly, “Whatever I want to. That was our deal, right?”

  Though she nodded, she looked ready to swoon. It hadn’t taken Noah long to realize that Grace enjoyed giving in to his sexual demands. It turned her on—not that she seemed to understand that. Grace’s particular brand of inexperience, curiosity, and sexual daring blew his mind.

  Noah pushed his tired body up so that he was propped against the headboard, then removed the condom and dropped it into the wastebasket at the side of his bed. Grace watched with fascination, giving special attention to his cock, which still glistened and was quickly becoming hard again. Amazing.

  “Come here, Grace.”

  She gave him a questioning look even as she scooted up.

  “Right here,” he said, and patted his lower abdomen. “I want you to face away from me. That way I can play with you all I want.”

  She went very still, her expression worried and hesitant. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take, Noah.”

  That was pretty up-front for a virgin. “Trust me, Gracie. You can take plenty.” Noah reached for her. “And you will.”

  She whimpered in a mix of excitement and dread. But she didn’t fight him when Noah arranged her to his satisfaction, her back to his chest, her soft legs draped wide over his muscular thighs, her hands at her sides, palms flat on the mattress. With his mouth touching the side of her throat, Noah said, “Now don’t move, Gracie.”

  She moaned in anticipation. Noah cupped both her breasts, pulling gently at her swollen, sensitive nipples. “Most women,” he told her, speaking above her panting breasts, “can feel this even between their legs. Can you?”

  She nodded shakily and whimpered again.

  “Feel good?”

  With a broken gasp, she murmured, “Too good.”

  “No such thing, sweetheart.” Noah kissed her throat, determined to make her first experience memorable. “Let’s just spend some time doing this, okay? I love your breasts.”

  Her back arched and he warned, “Be still now.”

  “I…I can’t, Noah!”

  “Yes you can.” He opened his mouth on her shoulder, then closed his teeth down carefully on a muscle—and tugged at her nipples, tweaking, rolling.

  Grace’s fingers knotted in the sheet and her groan was deep and ragged. Noah took his time, teasing her and teasing himself until they were both breathing roughly. His erection nestled between Grace’s firm bottom cheeks, snug and warm. He wanted to enter her this way, he decided.

  Hell, he wanted to enter her every way, in every position imaginable.

  He heard her give a soft sob, shaking uncontrollably, and he smoothed his hands down her body to her belly. “Open your legs wider, Grace.”

  She quickly obeyed.

  “Mmmmm,” Noah said, staring down the length of her sprawled body and touching her with just his fingertips. “Damn. You’re really close, aren’t you? Do you see how swollen your little clitoris is?”

  She gasped as he thumbed her, her hips jerking hard.

  “You keep moving, Grace,” he playfully chastised. “Hold still.”

  “I can’t.”

  Noah pushed two fingers into her. He entered easily now because she was so wet, but still he felt her flinch. “You sore, baby?”

  “No. Yes. A little.” She strained against him. “You’re big.”

  “Especially for this little virginal opening, huh?” He held his breath, waiting for her reply, his fingers buried deep inside her. She was stretched taut around him, clenching his fingers in quick spasms. Noah felt certain Grace was a virgin, but he wanted to hear her admit it.

  He wanted to know that she was his.

  Her head pressed back into his shoulder and her buttocks squirmed against his erection. “Yes.”

  Savage emotions surged inside him. He hooked his free arm under her breasts and hugged her tight. It took him a moment before he could speak, and then he whispered, “Do you want to come now, Grace?”

  “Please.”

  He pulled his fingers fro
m her body and, using both hands, tweaked her nipples again, leaving them damp and ultrasensitive in the afternoon air. “Bend your knees,” he directed softly, “and spread your thighs as wide as you can.”

  She did, but Noah helped her, opening her legs more, moving her so that her feet were flat on the mattress at either side of his knees.

  She was wide open, vulnerable, and willing. “Now try to hold real still, sweetheart,” Noah murmured. “I know it won’t be easy, but do as I tell you.”

  He opened her sex with one hand and with the other he began rhythmically petting her, using his fingertips to rasp up and over her clitoris, gently, purposely, again and again.

  Every so often he dipped between her lips, gathering and spreading her moisture, altering his movements to keep her from coming too soon. He wanted the pleasure to build and build until Grace totally lost it.

  He wanted to know that he’d pushed her over the edge and given her a mind-blowing orgasm.

  It didn’t take him long. Minutes later, Grace was crying out, panting. She couldn’t hold still and squirmed against him in blind carnality. Her head rolled on his shoulder, and Noah felt her soft, silky hair all over his chest. “You ready, Gracie?” he asked, knowing he was beyond ready himself. He kissed her temple.

  Grace answered with a rough moan.

  “All right.” Feeling like a world conqueror, Noah concentrated his touch just right. Grace’s heart thundered, she stiffened, and then, with a harsh cry, she broke.

  “That’s it, Grace,” he encouraged, almost as wild as she. “Hell yes. You can move now, honey. Any way you want to.”

  She did, countering the stroke of his fingers, crying and shuddering and lifting her hips in frantic rhythm. Noah loved every second of it, her eagerness, her lack of inhibition.

  When her body finally went lax and boneless against his, Noah cupped his warm palm over her mound, gently holding in the feelings for her.

  Choking on unrecognizable emotions, he whispered, “Christ, you’re beautiful, Grace.”