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by Stephanie Morris


  She sighed and her mouth opened beneath him. Sweetly. He caressed her face, her hair. She smelled so good, so warm. Even the smell of leather couldn’t mask her basic scent. He deepened the kiss, taking his time; they were going nowhere, just moving toward the sky, a meeting of lips. He felt the tip of her tongue touch his own and he smiled against her mouth.

  “Not yet. We have all afternoon, and right now, I don’t want to do anything but taste you.”

  She groaned and pressed in closer. Up in the air, the world seemed so far away. They were alone in a magical place, and no one could intrude upon them here. His fingers slid down her neck, down her throat. He felt a shiver. Her skin was so soft. He touched her pulse beating in her throat. Her blood was pumping fast and hard. For him.

  “I’m taking you home when we get down, Michelle. I want to taste you, see you. I’ve been dreaming about you. I tried to stay away from you, but I can’t. I’m done fighting this.” He pushed aside her shirt, smiling at the whisper-thin bra that covered her breasts. “You nearly killed me the first time I saw you without the robe.” He took her nipples in his hands, watching the base of her throat begin to darken with a flush as he rolled them between his fingers.

  “What do you want?” he asked, lowering his head to kiss her once more.

  In response, she climbed into his lap, her legs straddling him, and she started to unbutton his shirt. His body struggled for control, aching to push inside her right there. When she looked up at him, her eyes were bright with desire.

  “I want you to touch me. I want you to taste me.”

  He nearly came from the words she whispered. “We’re almost to the ground.”

  “I don’t care.”

  Truth be told, he didn’t care either, but then the gondola rolled to a stop. Quickly, he buttoned up her shirt, his hands fumbling, doing a poor job of it. “We’ll go home.”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  * * * *

  The ride home was surprisingly slow. It seemed everyone had the intention of spending a nice Saturday afternoon out. There was actually traffic. Michelle placed her hands in her lap, trying not to clench them into fists. She surveyed Connor from underneath her lashes, wondering what he was thinking. He met her gaze, his eyes flaring with arousal.

  That was a look she understood.

  She sat frozen, trapped by the heat in his eyes. His heavy stare wandered over her, touching her lips, her breasts, her thighs. Slowly, he reached out, his hand brushing against her arm. The slight touch was a heady torment, and her breasts swelled, her nipples throbbing against her bra.

  Everything inside her felt heavy and full, all rushing down to the apex of her thighs. It was another twenty minutes to her apartment, and she didn’t think she could wait. She clenched her thighs together, oh so carefully, but it only made things worse. She heard Connor’s indrawn breath. Closing her eyes, she bit back a whimper. What she wouldn’t give to be able to get closer to him.

  He reached over and cradled the back of her neck in the palm of his hand. She moved her own hand over the console and touched his rock hard thigh before moving higher. His erection was hard and insistent behind the fly of his khaki pants. She licked her lips, her eyes drifting shut.

  Her body started to shake, and it was all she could do not to melt into a puddle on the floorboard. There was something incredible about the way he smelled. All musky and male. Each time she moved, he answered. Each time he moved, she moaned.

  His hands skimmed lower, flirting between her thighs. She opened her eyes and met the stare of a woman in the car behind them, who quickly averted her gaze. Michelle couldn’t bring herself to care. All she wanted was relief from the insistent throbbing between her legs. She rocked against his hand, biting her lip in frustration. His hands slid between her legs higher and higher, and without hesitation, she parted them. Anything.

  Her stomach tightened in anticipation.

  One heartbeat, then two.

  One finger slid inside her, then two. His fingers pushed inside her farther, and she leaned back into the seat, her spine completely useless. She shivered, cold, then hot.

  His lips brushed against her ear. “You are so wet.”

  Oh.

  Slowly, he pulled his fingers in and out of her, and her muscles contracted around him, trying to hold him, not wanting him to stop. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths, feeling the dampness inside her. When she opened her eyes again, she tried to focus, but she saw nothing. They still hadn’t moved far due to the traffic, but that was the least of her concerns.

  He toyed with the outside of her lips, caressing, teasing.

  “We have to stop,” she whispered.

  “You don’t like that, hmm?”

  Actually it was the exact opposite.

  Once more, he put his fingers inside her, pushing upward. He went deeper this time as his long fingers circled, sensing the coils of tension racking her body. She tried to keep her hips still, keep them from following the rhythm of his hand, riding to meet him. But she couldn’t.

  He kissed her neck, whispering in her ear in slow, exquisite detail exactly what he was going to do to her. What he wanted to do with her right here. Right in the middle of traffic under the watchful eyes of everyone around them.

  She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, ready to scream. When his thumb brushed against her, she felt her muscles spasm and shake. That was all she could handle. She closed her eyes, as the world shattered.

  He covered her mouth with his own, and he kissed her cries of pleasure away.

  Chapter Fourteen

  They made it to her apartment, where he took her keys and undid the locks, and to his great relief, they were inside. He tugged her skirt upward, her hands fumbling with his zipper.

  “Condom,” he whispered, just as she managed to pull down his zipper.

  “Bathroom.”

  “Stay right here.”

  She didn’t move, plastered against the door, waiting. “Hurry back.”

  “Where is it?”

  “Second drawer, right hand side.”

  He returned quickly.

  “I can’t wait,” he murmured, taking her lips in a quick kiss.

  She fumbled with his briefs. “Now.”

  He sheathed himself with shaking fingers. “I wanted this to be slow,” he said, lifting her.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist. “I need to feel you inside me. Now. We can go slow later.”

  He took one step forward, braced her against the door; she locked her hands behind his neck.

  And then he plunged inside her.

  Connor staggered for a second, amazed by the intense overwhelming pleasure of being surrounded by Michelle. Warm, drenching pleasure. There was no frigidness or coldness to her, only a heat that made him frantic. He needed to find control, but all his control was gone.

  Now she was his. Finally. Her hips ground against him, and he started to move. Thrust insider her, deeper, as if he could touch her soul.

  His eyes held her heated gaze, unflinching. The way she looked at him, with need and something more, made anything possible. For now, nothing could touch them.

  She was his.

  He drove inside her, over and over, determined to please her. In this, there would be no one but him. Connor kissed her again, her tongue tangling with his, her breathing as ragged as his own.

  Over and over.

  Her head rolled to one side, her hair falling across his arm, just like he dreamed it would. She bit her lip and still, he moved.

  Over and over. Not yet.

  A moan of surrender fell from her lips. She was close. Her nails were biting into his shoulders now, but there was no pain. Instead, he moved faster, harder. He felt her muscles clench around him, saw her eyes go blank, her lashes drift downward. She began to gasp and tremble, and he smiled with satisfaction.

  At last.

  He thrust inside her one last time, as far as he could go. His body jerked, a charge of energy roaring throu
gh him. Then his climax came, the undeniable pleasure, the undeniable truth.

  He was in love with her.

  * * * *

  Connor leaned against her, his panting breath, like hers, slowly returning to normal. She unhooked her legs from around him, sliding down until she stood, and felt a sense of loss as their bodies pulled apart.

  Cupping her chin with his palm, he raised her head. Dismay crossed his face at the silent tears running down her cheeks. “Michelle? Oh God, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

  “No!” She shook her head vehemently. “You didn’t hurt me.”

  His thumbs wiped at the moisture on her face. “Then why are you crying?”

  “It’s silly really. I’ve never…” She sniffled, her face burning with embarrassment. “I’ve never… during you know—had that happen before.”

  Absently, his fingers tucked a strand of her escaping hair behind her ear. Then understanding dawned on his features. “You’ve never—”

  “No.” She cut him off, then glanced away, struggling to find the words to describe her joy. “It was so…unbelievable. I felt so…” Her eyes met his again and she gave up the struggle.

  “Unbelievable?” he teased her with a smile.

  “You’re making fun of me,” Michelle accused, too happily to really be offended.

  He shook his head, his face suddenly serious. “No, Michelle. I feel honored I was the first one to give you that pleasure. If anyone deserves to be made fun of, it’s me. Usually, I have more control.” He frowned. “I’ve never resorted to tearing a woman’s clothing before.”

  “Then I feel honored I was the first one to give you that pleasure.” Running her hands up his wide chest, she grinned suggestively. “Shall we do it again?”

  Connor laughed, then gave her a long and lingering kiss. “Yes, again,” he promised, kissing her eyelids. “And again…” He kissed her cheeks, her nose. “And again…”

  When he pulled away from her, she moaned in objection. She pulled the hem of her skirt down while he fixed his pants, then he picked her up, an arm under her knees. “In my bed this time. I’ve waited a long time to see your soft hair spread out like this.”

  “A long time? But we’ve only—”

  Leaning his head down, he silenced her with a blistering kiss.

  When they finally broke apart, she couldn’t remember what she’d been about to say. The man need only kiss her and her mind went blank, her body enveloped by sensations she never thought possible.

  He carried her to her room. Once he stood her on her feet, she reached over to turn on the bedside lamp and it bathed the room in a soft glow of light.

  Pushing the door closed behind them with his foot, he stopped to kiss her before moving over to lay her down on the bed. Her eyes barely had the chance to focus before he bent down to kiss her again.

  “When I came to pick you up earlier, I wanted you so badly it took my breath away.” He gently tugged at her skirt, dragging the material downward. “If it weren’t for the little self-restraint that I had, I’m not sure that I wouldn’t have taken you right then.”

  Michelle lifted her hips and he drew her skirt the rest of the way off.

  “Maybe I should tell you what I wanted to do while we were at the amusement park.” She playfully nibbled his square chin, slipping her hands under his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. “On top of the hill while on that roller coaster.”

  He pulled away and stood, shrugging the clothing from his arms. “Tell me.”

  Rising to her knees on the edge of the bed, she pressed kisses onto his chest, her hands unbuttoning his pants. “I’d rather show you.” She shoved the loose pants from his hips and they fell to the floor. Her fingers dipped beneath his boxer shorts and he moaned as she stroked the velvet tip of his shaft.

  Grasping her hand, he held it tightly against him, halting her movements. “No. This time is for you.”

  After removing the rest of his clothing, he quickly rid her of what she still had on. Then he set her on the bed before carefully untangling her hair, watching it cascade over her shoulders.

  Weaving his fingers into her soft mane, he gathered some and brought it to his rough cheek before drawing it across his lips. “Your hair is like silk. Beautiful, shining silk.”

  The compliment warmed her already fluttering heart. “Thank you.”

  Sliding her back against the pillows, his lips caressed her cheek and nuzzled into her neck. “I have dreamed of seeing it spread over a pillow, just like this.” His mouth traveled down and tasted her breasts, gently suckling the tips.

  She melted beneath his lips, the molten fire once more gathering in white-hot force between her legs. “Yes,” she told him, already breathless. His long hair brushed over her hardened nipples. She wanted him so badly she would have shaved her head if he’d asked.

  He moved on, his tongue whirling and licking as his mouth journeyed downwards. Pausing at her navel, he dipped into the shallow divot with a rhythm that caused her hips to undulate restlessly beneath him. When his lips shifted farther down to the triangle of hair between her legs, she stiffened in a mixture of pleasure and shock.

  “What—what are you doing?”

  His darkened gaze lifted to meet hers. “Making love to you.” The heat of his breath blew against her.

  “But—no… I can’t…” She squirmed under his foraging mouth and he clamped her hips and buttocks under him.

  “You can. Let me love you.” His tongue worried the nub of her desire before delving inside her. Her heels dug into the bed, her hands clutching the bedspread. Then she was lost. She cried out as pleasure crashed over her like a tidal wave, drowning her body in pure sensation. When the last few spasms faded away, he withdrew, planting a kiss on her moist nest one last time.

  “Look at me,” he ordered, sounding so rough and strained that she obeyed without question. His eyes were dark and fierce, reminding her of the image she had seen transposed on his face.

  “Spread your legs wider and bend your knees,” he told her. A flurry of alarm mixed with excitement rushed through her. She bent her knees, allowing her legs to go slack, while he found protection. He ran his hands along the underside of her calves and up the inside of her thighs.

  “You’re so beautiful. So soft.” His hands gripped her hips on either side and he ground his erection against her still sensitive sex.

  “I’m going to bury myself deep inside of you. Until you feel nothing but me.”

  Dark flames of desire shot back through her. “Yes,” she breathed.

  Gently, his fingers stretched apart her folds, the tip of his manhood pressing into her. His face was taut with desire, but no longer held the strange savage quality. “Tilt your hips. Like that…” He slowly sank into her body until he completely filled her. “Oh, God…you’re perfect…so hot and wet.”

  She wrapped her arms around him, moving her hands down his back until they settled on the firm muscles of his buttocks. The muscles clenched and unclenched under her palms as he slipped in and out of her again and again.

  Should she tell him he’d gotten what he wanted? That all she could feel was him inside her? Dear Lord, she felt him. So big, so hard within her. Every thrust, every short, teasing stab. Nothing else mattered but reaching the top again and, this time, tumbling over together.

  He kissed her and she tasted herself on him, the musky scent of sex filling her nostrils. With a sobbing moan, she felt the tremors start and tried to put them off, wanting it to last longer.

  “Come with me, Michelle.” he rasped in her ear. “Come with me.”

  “No…oh—” Her hands flailed against him. Pushing him away, pulling him to her.

  “Yes.” He reached down between them, stroking her swollen nub with his thumb as he plunged deep inside her. Her hips bucked wildly, matching him thrust for thrust. Then he stiffened and cried out in his native language, letting her contracting muscles milk him.

  Exhausted, Michelle slumped back into the bed. H
er eyes closed and she felt Connor pull the comforter over them. She cuddled into his warmth and immediately descended into sleep. And dreamed. Very sweet dreams.

  * * * *

  So many thoughts raced through Connor’s mind that his head began to throb. He was unfamiliar with the emotion of love, but too exhausted to dwell on it. Instead, he pulled her closer to him and closed his eyes.

  By the time he woke, the sun dipped low in the sky, the rays reaching through the blinds, making long, even stripes on the satin sheets.

  Satin sheets.

  Even his dreams weren’t close enough. Michelle rose above him, looking like a caramel-colored sea goddess.

  “You look so beautiful, so perfect. I want to hide you from the world.”

  She didn’t answer, only smiled, her lips curving in a woman’s smile of pleasure. She splayed her hand over his chest, her fingers kneading him. Slowly, her hips moved up and then down, embracing him with liquid fire. Her mouth trailed over him.

  This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. It was her turn now. He rolled her beneath him, taking her mouth in a gentle kiss. He thrust into her with quiet passion, gently as he had longed to do earlier, as she deserved.

  He kissed her neck, then her breasts, watching her chest rise as her breathing grew labored. She whispered his name, a single sound separated from the rest of the noise outside. The air conditioner blew, a plane flew overhead, but he heard little except the rapid beat of her heart. Her head twisted, as if she was fighting, and Connor covered her mouth once more, thrust harder, deeper. He reached between them, found the place that brought her the ultimate pinnacle.

  When she moaned, he found his release, and then pulled her close, watching her as her breathing slowed, as her eyes drifted shut in sleep. And even then, he held tight. He wasn’t about to let her go. Not now.

  A short time later, the doorbell rang exactly at seven. Michelle didn’t stir. Quietly, Connor slipped from the sheets and went to the door and told the driver to go home. It wasn’t exactly what he planned. Somehow, his plans always got off-track. He’d make it up to her. She deserved romance and candlelight.

 

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