“Sarah, does this mean you’re ready to come to my bed?” His voice was throaty, raspy, and broke three separate times as he tried to ask her. The sound so needy it had caught her off guard, the hand around his cock froze and suddenly she was snared in his silvery gaze, not able to look away, not able to answer directly. Stupid really, but somehow she felt this was the most important question anyone had ever asked her. She felt like a twittering virgin for Christ’s sake, and she was laughably far removed from that actuality.
She still hadn’t answered when he pulled one side of her tank off her shoulder and buried his mouth against her neck. Sarah felt her knees wobble but quickly steadied herself against him. Moaning when she moved her hand to cup his balls tenderly, he pulled her shirt over her head. It got stuck for a moment in her hair, but together they freed it and he dropped it to the ground at her feet. The water now ran over her breasts, bared for his viewing, leaving her feeling very vulnerable and so needy it hurt.
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen them before, but that had been different. Work. This was personal. This was for him and for her. She couldn’t have explained it if she tired, but everything from the moment she’d locked eyes with him had been different. Her world had spun out into another dimension where she began to doubt everything she’d learned in her life and was rethinking everything she’d decided.
With a palm splayed on his chest, she held him back as his mouth was about to descend. “Wait.” Her eyes caught his, and her tongue ran the length of her lower lip. She wanted him to come first, needed to bring him to his knees before she gave herself to him.
Desire had her heart palpitating. She wanted this man more than she’d ever wanted anyone and that alone scared her. She knew she’d been too much for the other men in her life and she’d never felt half of what she was feeling now. If Drago branded her as much a freak as the rest had, she didn’t know how she’d survive. But the amount of energy it was requiring to hold her true nature in check was starting to erode her barriers and if that happened, she wasn’t sure who she’d be anymore.
Her time with him was going to change her—that was inescapable—but what she changed into she had some control over and it would serve her well to make her choices accordingly. Drago Castenoff was going to break her heart, she was certain of that, but that wasn’t what scared her. A broken heart wasn’t much in the great scheme of things. After all, whose heart hadn’t been broken a time or two? What honestly terrified her was losing control around this man. Of letting too much of herself out, of letting him see her, really see. The reality was, however, that the fear was being rapidly being outpaced by her need, and there wasn’t much she could do about it.
She moved her hand back around him, circling him and squeezing, causing him to suck in a sharp breath, releasing it on a hiss. She started a rhythm, much slower than the one he was working when she’d come upon him, not being able to help smiling at the pained look in his eye.
“You’re a beastly wench aren’t you?” He’d infused his words with a bit of an accent, but it did nothing to cover his ache. She smiled, she simply couldn’t help it, before saucily replying, “And you’ve been to Medieval Times once too often.”
He laughed, but only for the second it took her to drop to her knees. Drenched to the skin, most of which was showing now thanks to the removal of her top, she ran her tongue the length of him, shivering from the desire digging deeply into her soul with every pass of her tongue. The running water fell over her shoulder, splattering and splashing, entering her mouth as she took him as deeply as she was able before switching rhythms and concentrating extra effort behind the tip, where she knew it was especially sensitive.
She lapped and sucked and enjoyed every second, every moan, every curse word he emitted. His fingers threaded roughly into her hair, the pads of his fingers pressing against her scalp before he fisted his hands and tugged. Her response was to slowly slide her mouth over him. All the way down, then all the way back out. He growled low in the back of his throat and when he leaned against the small ledge running the back wall of the shower she knew he was having trouble staying upright.
It was a deliciously heady thing to know she could make such a strong man weak. She moved with him, the change in position causing the water to run down her back now, Drago was out of the streaming water completely, no longer hiding his own unique taste beneath the water. She ate him voraciously—the more turned on he became, the more turned on she became. He groaned, running his fingers repeatedly through her long locks, lifting them off her neck in a tender fashion, and every once in a while his knees went weak and he shivered.
Sarah worked faster now, knowing he was close but wanting to prolong the torture for the optimum effect. Though she’d done this particular act so many times she’d lost count, she’d never enjoyed it. This time, she was loving it, loving him with her mouth and if she’d truly stopped to think about that she would have panicked, but all that consumed her focus was Drago—his scent, his taste, his shaft in her mouth, her tongue wrapping silkily around and around it until he was shaking from her ministrations and she knew she needed to give him the relief he so badly needed.
Just as she tasted the first drops of his cum in her mouth his strong arms yanked her away and up. He held her tight against his chest with one arm, head snuggled in the hollow of her neck, his groan of release a low growl in her ear, while finishing what she’d started with his free hand.
She had no idea how long they stood in limited silence with only the shower spattering against the flagstones and the distant sound of the waterfall accompanying them. He didn’t once release the hold he had on her, his face buried in her hair as his breathing slowly resumed a normal pace. Sarah was shaken to the core by what had just transpired between them. She wasn’t sure she’d ever felt so profoundly cared for in her life, but it had been completely unnecessary and she planned to tell him that, just as soon as he loosened his hold on her.
That was before his mouth started to work on her neck so expertly making her knees go week. She dropped her head back, giving him better access.
“You didn’t need to stop me. I’m a big girl, Drago. I can handle a little sperm.”
He braced her face between his big palms, his eyes still so dark and lust-filled.
“Maybe you could, but I’m not like the others Sarah, and I want you to realize that.” He drew a slow breath, eyes closed. When they opened again they were dark and needy. “Do we need a condom? Because I don’t keep any by the shower and I need inside you more than I need my next breath.”
Sarah was entirely confused. Hadn’t she just satisfied that need? At least for a little while? As if understanding her confusion, he pressed against her and his once-again-rampant erection impaled her belly. She gasped, unable to resist a look; there it was in all its elongated, hardened glory.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever be satisfied where you're concerned Sarah. Condom?” He ground out the last word as if it was costing him. She looked up at him with huge eyes, and shook her head.
“Pill. And I haven’t been with anybody since the last time I was tested. I’m clean.”
Something flared in his eyes right before he swept her from her feet and started carrying her against his chest towards the house.
“Wait!”
“No more waiting, Sarah.” He growled. “This time I get all of you.”
Chapter 9
“No, not that, my skirt.” He stopped, dark eyes perusing her. “It’s drenched, you’ll make a mess of your floors.”
He laughed, deep and guttural. “I don’t give a fuck.” And started back for the house.
“Drago! Connie will care.”
He growled again, but this time set her on her feet. While heat flared in his eyes, he went down on his knees and tugged her skirt downward until it pooled around her feet. She stepped out of it as gracefully as she could with him staring up at her as if she were royalty. His hands squeezed her ass, his mouth pressed against her wet pantie
s reverently and for a moment he just stayed there. Sarah placed her hand atop his head, never having felt so wanted in her life.
He stripped the lavender lace panties from her, leaving her completely naked, then wrapped her in an outlandishly fluffy towel and swept her back against his chest.
As wonderful as it all seemed, Sarah’s heart took a hit at the realization that he didn’t trust her. She couldn’t blame him though. If she were him, she probably wouldn’t trust her, either. Especially when she as much as said she’d have unprotected sex with him without so much as a second thought. She wasn’t entirely sure what had come over her. She’d never willingly had unprotected sex in her life. That didn’t mean she hadn’t been forced a few times, but with Drago, something made her want just him, raw and natural as he drove into her. But it wasn’t to be, as he laid her on his extraordinarily large bed, she saw him grab a foil packet from the nightstand. In fact, he took several.
She wouldn’t let it hurt her; she would stay in the moment and simply enjoy what he was about to do to her, what they were about to share, and not worry about petty little things like trust.
* * * *
Drago had never needed a woman so badly in all his life, had never ached to have his skin rub against another’s. Never been so thoroughly devoured, desired or replete, yet it hadn’t lasted because his cum had spilled all over his damn shower and not inside his woman.
Oh, but while she had him, she made him crazy. So fucking crazy he hadn’t been able to think or hold any fragment of consciousness. There’d only been her. The feel of her tongue on his cock, her wet slippery mouth closing over him. The feel of her hair running over his fingers, her hands holding his ass, her nails scraping the skin of his abdomen. She’d obliterated him body and soul and in a painstakingly satisfying way.
Now, with a wry smile twisting his lips so she’d know she was in for a taste of her own medicine, he intended to return the favor.
As he laid her on the down mattress topper and watched her sink into the gold velvet spread, he thought she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen—all long hair and pale blue eyes, her skin nearly translucent. He took in her plump breasts, flat abdomen and curvy hips, sucking in a breath at the wet curls forming a tiny v between her thighs and to her credit, she didn’t fidget as he took his time indolently letting his gaze travel the length of her magnificently naked body.
Regardless of what she’d said downstairs, he didn’t want to take any chances with her and so decided not to just take her at the pool shower, with no condom. If he had to admit it, he hadn’t always been careful with his women, other than knowing who they were. He wasn’t a one night stand type of man, never had been, but he imagined that really didn’t amount to much in the twenty-first century of dating and sex.
He wouldn’t risk Sarah’s health. No matter how badly he wanted to be naked inside her, he’d wait. He’d schedule an appointment for himself in the morning, but tonight…ah, tonight, he’d love the skin off this woman. Fuck her until she couldn’t move. At least that way, he’d know where to find her when he came back from the doctor.
He lay beside her, pulling her body close into his side and stared deeply into her eyes, wondering if she felt any of the things he did. If she knew how different this was for him, how different his feelings for her were. He wasn’t a complete idiot. He knew it wasn’t likely, but there was a part of him that wished they were able to see inside of one another’s souls and immediately know each other intimately.
He would tell her at some point how he felt. When he thought she’d listen and not run screaming into the night, but he just couldn’t help but think she must be feeling some of what he was.
“I’m going to take my time with you, Sarah. Love you so completely, no other man will ever be able to satisfy you.”
She looked away, but he captured her chin and pulled her gaze right back to his own.
“Neither of us are virgins here, Sarah. I’m not ashamed of the number of women I’ve been with, I just wish…” he stopped, knowing if he’d finished that sentiment the way it had started with, that I’d known there was more than just bodies coming together, that she’d probably hyperventilate and leave him and that would sure as anything kill him on the spot.
No, his Sarah was man-wary, and man-weary, he expected. In her line of work, he could only imagine all that she’d seen. What had gone on before she came of age that led her to such a profession, was anybody’s guess, but he would to prove to her that he was different. In everything he did, everything he said, every time he touched her, she’d know he wasn’t like the rest. Finally, he said, “Never mind.”
He touched her brow, dusting bangs from her face. She looked about to argue with him so he casually grazed her breast with his palm, causing her to shiver. He loved the way she responded to his touch. Loved the way she’d managed to make his knees go weak. It was the strangest enigma that the control he asserted with everyone and everything in his life, he so readily gave up to her, trusting her instinctively. As was his purpose, he rationalized.
He continued his exploration of her body, running his hand over the smooth skin of her belly, finger skimming the circumference of her unadorned navel, then lower, until his hand rested in the neat auburn curls covering her wet pussy. He pressed the heel of his hand into her mound. She moaned and writhed slightly all the while staring into his eyes. He stared back as he slowly slipped first one, then two fingers, deep inside her.
“Drago,” She sucked in his name on a breath. “I’m sorry if I’m not what you expected.”
He rose over her, lowering his body along her until his shoulders rested between her thighs, his eyes taking in all of her pink dewy folds, his cock hardening again.
“You’re so much more than I ever expected, Sarah.”
She didn’t argue with him. How could she when his tongue slid inside her where his fingers had been moments before? Her taste erupted on his tongue, sending a sliver of longing and desperate need from his heart straight to his groin where it settled in for a long stay.
He made a slow pass over her pussy. Meeting her eyes, he asked the question he’d sworn he wouldn’t. “How many others, Sarah?”
Her eyes, glazed with desire, met his with steely resolve. “Many.” She sat up, reaching down and touching his cheek, “But none like this. None that mattered.”
He pressed against her clitoris with his thumb, making her fall back against the bed. “And do I matter, Sarah?”
She tipped her head forward and he caught the moisture growing in her eyes. She couldn’t fathom it either, but at least she wasn’t trying to deny it. Her sad smile was answer enough and he set to making her need him with the same ferocity she’d made him want her with earlier.
Enjoying every fragmented moment of the next slice of eternity as he deliberately set about torturing her until she came with such fierceness she’d never be able to wipe him from her memories. He slipped a finger inside her, his mouth loving every wet inch of her pussy until she was quivering and shaking. She was so close he knew he could bring her there with one pass of his tongue, but he held back. Sliding his hand up her hip over her belly to her full breast, found one taut nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.
She practically leapt from the bed, screaming out her passion as she came hard. He kept his tongue moving over her, pleasuring in her juices, refusing to let her lose the crest of her orgasm just yet. Her hand grasped the velvet coverlet, then his wrist as she bucked against his mouth.
He sucked all of her, lapped, then slowly gentled his movements, licked slower, sliding his tongue inside one last time, before coming up beside her and grasping her to his heart. He soothed her, holding her while he knew she wept silently against his neck.
His hand running over the soft skin of her back while cooing gently in her ear, “I know, angel. I know.”
She tucked her arms between them, curling into his chest, pressing her forehead against his shoulder.
Surr
ender.
At least for the moment.
* * * *
Drago’s slow kiss was like an intravenous feed going straight to her brain, shutting down all non-essential functions. Sarah purred deep in her throat as he rolled her to her back and slowly came atop her, pinning both her hands beside her head. His tongue swirled hers and she tasted herself there. Then his mouth slowly sucked and released. She couldn’t resist the leisurely smile from spreading over her face as Drago’s darkened eyes peered into hers.
He kissed her again, slowly, as they learned one another’s mouths, tongues, rhythms. There was so much about this man that fascinated her, she hoped he’d give her time to find some of them out. She wriggled, trying to free her hand so she could touch his face, but he held her firmly, only smiling at her feeble attempts to be free.
She knew he thought the difference for her had been that she cared for him, but no one had ever gone down on her before and she had to admit, she’d wondered. And honestly, the difference hadn’t been that she cared for him, because she had cared for some of the men in her life—it had been that he cared for her. In everything he did, everything he said, every time he touched her, she felt it.
It awed her that any man would care for her, but that Drago Castenoff, a man she’d fantasized over most of her life, did, left her oddly bewildered and off balance.
Drago’s completely naked body pressed against hers. His mouth suckled the curve of her neck. His scent filled her nostrils, pressing all thought of later aside. Her breath stuttered, her inner muscles clenched and all her thoughts came flooding back to the moment at hand. The moment she was about to make love to a man too good to be true and that she desired like none before him.
“I want you like none other I’ve ever known, Sarah.” His words mimicking her own thoughts caused her to suck in a sharp breath, wondering if the man were a mind reader on top of everything else. “Tell me you feel that, too. Tell me you know this is different.”
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