by Tawny Weber
Then she saw the wild racing pulse in his throat. Her eyes dropped to look at their fingers, twined together on the seat, but before she did more than note how tanned he was compared to her, her gaze locked on the huge tented bulge in his slacks.
Well, well. She definitely wasn’t the only one affected, it seemed. Her shaky confidence solidified, shooting sky high.
“We should go,” Alex said as he raised their entwined fingers, brushing his knuckles along her jawline. “Our reservations are in a few minutes.”
Drucilla met his eyes, noting the sexual heat still lurking in their dark depths. She licked her lips. His eyes narrowed. She moved, just a smidge, closer. He swallowed.
She drew in a shaky breath. And she decided.
“Why don’t we skip dinner,” she said as she slipped her fingers from his and wrapped her arms around his neck. She gave him a tiny, hopefully seductive smile and pulled his head down to hers. Millimeters away from the delicious delight of his lips, she whispered, “We can start with dessert instead.”
AS HER LIPS MOVED over his, shock rocked his system. Not only because of her invitation, although that was making his mind spin. But at her kiss. This definitely wasn’t a bashful kiss.
God, he couldn’t wait to get her naked. The world would tilt off its axis. Did she like it gentle and slow? Or would she let herself go? He’d seen her in a bikini, knew her body was long and slender. But he wanted—needed—to see her naked. To test the weight of her breasts. To see the color of her nipples, pressing so delicately against the silken fabric of her dress.
Torturing himself, he pulled his lips away to trace kisses along her cheek, over her jaw. He leaned closer to breathe in her fragrance. Soft and light, it reminded him of warm spring nights in a garden. It was all he could do not to bury his face in her soft silvery curtain of hair and see if her scent was stronger there.
His body ached. His fingers tingled. He needed to touch her. To taste her. To feel her body as she exploded for him. He wanted to strip her naked so he could taste that smooth skin, kissed pale gold by a day in the sun.
His dick, straining for attention, was a throbbing reminder of just how exciting she was. But taking her to bed before he’d even taken her to dinner just seemed…hot. Sexy. Wildly tempting.
And pushy.
Only a jerk got pushy with a fairy princess.
He leaned back and gave her a shaky smile.
“Don’t you know it’s bad to have dessert first?” he forced himself to offer, his voice as tight as his body.
When the hell he’d turned into such a gentleman, he had no idea. But he couldn’t yank the words back, so he forced a patient smile onto his face and prepared to talk his dick down.
Her eyes, so expressive, flashed. First confusion, then irritation, then determination. Alex realized that for all her ethereal looks, Drucilla wasn’t a woman to be condescended to.
Nor was she a quick fling, someone to do on the first date. Regardless about his feelings toward commitment, he’d never been a one-night kind of guy. And after just one day, he had the feeling he was going to want to see a lot more of Drucilla. Quite a lot more.
He’d called her a fairy princess. Pure sexual fantasy was more like it. He was completely and totally rock hard. From just a kiss. A fully clothed, no groping, simple kiss.
And now he was putting a halt to things.
God, he was an idiot.
“You’re right. Dessert first is bad,” Drucilla agreed, scattering his thoughts all to hell and back when she slid her hand up his chest so that he felt each and every finger’s caress through the thin fabric of his shirt.
She leaned closer and brushed her lips over his again, leaving fiery tingles as she pulled back and gave him a seductive look through her lashes.
“But for once,” she told him quietly, “I’d love to see how bad I can be.”
5
ALEX’S MIND WENT NUMB while his dick went hard. Harder? Even harder than before, if that was possible.
“Bad?” he asked, even as he ran his hands over the warm curve of her shoulders and down her spine. In a quick, easy move he had her sitting across his lap. She gave a breathless giggle and linked her own hands behind his neck again to steady herself.
“Bad,” she repeated. Tilting her chin to meet his kiss, she whispered against his mouth, “As bad as I could possibly be.”
Breath hitching a little at her words, he thought of all the ways he’d like to be bad with her. A couple involved toys, one included hot oil and a rubber mat and, for a second, his mouth watered at the idea of leather restraints.
Then he blinked, focusing on Drucilla again. Sweet, ethereal and hardly up for his kinkier fantasies. But the rest of his fantasies? His finger traced the pale, gentle curve of her cheekbone, skimming over the sharp edge of her jaw to trace a path down her swanlike throat.
Her soft sigh verged on a purr.
Oh, yeah, she was pure fantasy material. Of the sweetest kind, actually. And from the look on her face, he was starring front and center in a few of her fantasies, too.
Despite the waves of passion pounding over him, Alex had to smile at the earnest lust shining in her eyes. Two emotions he’d never have put together. It made him feel like a super-hero, a sexual guru whose knowledge she was desperately eager to partake of.
And, hey, if she was willing to climb the mountain, who was he to deny her his pearls of wisdom. In moderation, of course. He didn’t want to scare her.
Eager to fulfill both of their cravings, he swept his lips over hers. She tasted like wine. But beneath the essence of grapes was something darker, something intensely delicious. Something he couldn’t resist.
Alex slid into the kiss with pleasure. Tracing his tongue over the fullness of her bottom lip, he reveled in the texture of her mouth, in the softness of her tongue as it danced lightly against his.
She was delicious. He could feel just the hint of hesitation in her, as if she didn’t have a lot of experience. Warning himself again not to rush her, he became lost in her flavor.
It wasn’t until he felt the tight bud of her nipple nudging his palm that he realized he’d curved his hand over her breast. That’s how entranced he was by the magic of her mouth. But now that his hand had kicked a signal to his brain, he widened his focus.
Small enough to do justice to going braless, but generous enough to fill his cupped palm perfectly, her breast pressed against the flowery silk.
Before he could do more than wish he could see what was beneath the fabric, her hand slid under her curtain of hair and with a couple flicks of her fingers, the material sagged beneath his palm.
“One of your bad-girl moves?” he teased, pleased to see his words chase away the shadowy nerves from her eyes.
“Care to counter it with a bad-boy response?” she teased right back, a tiny smile playing at the edges of that sexy mouth.
A hundred responses, only a few verbal, crowded Alex’s mind. Enjoying the anticipation, he held her gaze with his as, with one hand still cupping her breast through the silk, he reached up to trail the other along the loosened, gaping fabric. He saw the expectation in her eyes, felt her chest rise as she sucked in a quick breath.
But he was going slow here. So instead of pulling her dress free, he leaned forward to press a wet, openmouthed kiss against the silk.
She gasped, her hand lifting to his head to keep him from moving back. He liked that. Liked that she was willing to let him know what she wanted.
It boded well for the rest of their little adventure.
He wet the fabric with damp heat while softly kneading her other breast through the silk. Using his teeth, he scraped the fabric. She gasped in approval and curled her fingers into his hair.
Taking her cue from him, Drucilla used the hand that wasn’t holding his head to draw her fingernails gently over his shoulders, then down his chest, grazing his nipple. Pleasure speared through Alex straight to his dick.
Needing more, he pulled the straps fre
e and let the brightly colored fabric fall.
He leaned back so he could see all of her all at once. Her hand clutched his hair for a brief second before she let go and, with a shaky breath, watched him take in the sight.
Slender shoulders and lightly muscled arms framed her chest, the gentle sweep of her upturned breasts tipped with the sweetest shade of pink. He watched as they tightened even more under his hot gaze and he smiled. She was perfect.
Her nipples were so sensitive. He reached out to rub his knuckle over one, then the other, his body tightening at the swift, intense response. They puckered and pouted at the lightest touch. With hooded eyes, he watched his fingers, so tan against the alabaster of her breasts, swirl an ever-tightening pattern around her delicately budding areola.
She reached out and made quick work of the buttons on his shirt. Wanting those hands on him, Alex helped her by tugging the material free of his belt, unbuttoning from the bottom up. Their busy hands met at his belly button, fingers tangling.
He was prepared for the pleasure of her hand on his chest, the feel of her probably curious and possibly a little shy exploration of his body. He wasn’t prepared for her to bypass the now-bared skin and head straight for his lap. Her fingers cupped the length of him through his slacks, testing the weight of his erection.
Oh, yeah, baby, he almost groaned. He grew obligingly heavier. A guy had to be grateful for a compliant dick.
He leaned forward to suck her nipple into his mouth. Her gasp turned to a moan, letting him know he’d found one of her hot buttons.
He tormented them both by working the stiff peak with his tongue and teeth as he slid his free hand along her calf. He was pretty sure he’d have kept it there, below her knee, if Drucilla hadn’t wiggled her butt against his lap, the tiny undulations keeping beat with her panting little moans.
What was a guy to do but slide his hand higher? Her thighs were pressed together, but at his fingers’ silent entreaty, her knees loosened in welcome.
Alex almost gave a panting little moan of his own.
He knew from their surf date that her thighs were firm and softly muscled. Yoga thighs, he figured. Slender, strong, sleek.
And hot.
His fingers trailed under her skirt. Teasing little forays between the silken fabric and equally silky flesh.
She gently scraped her nails over his shoulders again, then curled her hands around his biceps with a growl of appreciation. The move, the sound, made him feel huge and strong and, well, so freaking manly.
Drucilla gave a throaty moan and pressed her thighs tight, capturing his hand. Obviously not to stop him, though, since she lifted her hips to give him better access.
Needing to see her, to watch her reactions, Alex lifted his head to stare into her eyes. Drucilla stared right back, her eyes blurred with desire. Not breaking the stare, she dropped her head against the back of the couch and shifted her hips in invitation.
Her eyes closed and she moaned. Long, breathy moans. Her panting intensified as his fingers slipped in and out, faster and harder. He slid his thumb along her damp, passion-swollen flesh and her moans turned to gasps. Her hips moved faster and, her eyes still locked on his, she slipped over the edge with a keening little cry of delight.
Alex watched her eyelids flutter, then she let her head fall back as tiny after-tremors rocked through her.
God, he felt huge. And not just behind the zipper. Alex slipped his fingers free, wrapped both arms around her slender shoulders and pulled her against his chest.
He drew in a deep breath and figured a few more and he might have enough control to stand without breaking anything vital. Then he’d escort her to dinner, show her a great time and hopefully, after they shared some sweet chocolate empanadas, they’d return here for round two.
A round he figured he’d enjoy twice as much.
Knowing control would be impossible with her half-naked on his lap, Alex moved to shift Drucilla aside. She made a sound of protest and tightened her arms.
“Bed,” she finally suggested, the words barely a breath against his throat.
Alex’s body stiffened even more—an almost impossible feat, he’d have thought. Here he’d been hoping to work his way up to an admission to a great time, and she was offering him an all-access pass to heaven. A thrill ride to paradise. One he wanted only as much as he wanted his next breath. So why was he hesitating?
Alex pulled back enough to gaze at Drucilla’s face. He noted the glistening temptation of her swollen lips, parted just enough to make him want to dive back in. Her hair tumbled like a silken cloud around her face. But it was her eyes, those slumberous blue depths, that tugged at him. That sent every thought, every stupid doubt, right out the window.
Not bothering to retie her halter, he lifted her in his arms, pressing a hot, openmouthed kiss to the straining nipple closest to him before striding toward the bedroom. At her door, he gently set her on her feet. The moonlight shimmered, filling the room with a surreal glow.
His eyes locked on hers, he leaned down to take her mouth. Just the softest whisper of his lips over hers as he skimmed the pad of his fingers over the berry-soft tips of her breasts.
She tugged at his shirt, shoving the fabric off his arms and letting it drop to the ground. Her hands were like fire, rushing over his skin. She curved her fingers into the small of his back and pressed her breasts against his chest then rubbed them lightly so her nipples scored trails of heat across his flesh.
Alex dropped to his knees in front of her, ready to offer up homage to the delight that was her body.
“You’re gorgeous,” he told her as he gazed up the length of her. Then he prepared to drive her insane with desire.
SENSATIONS PULSED through Dru’s body, tangling and twisting until she couldn’t focus. Couldn’t think. Could only feel.
Alex’s mouth was hot and wet, trailing kisses over her stomach. Her knees went weak as his fingers unhooked her last bastion of modesty, the tiny hook holding her dress together at her hips. The fabric slid, soundless silk, down her legs into a soft puddle over her bare feet. He leaned back to get a good look.
This was her cue for shyness, but Dru couldn’t find any. Instead, she reveled in the look in his dark, moonlit eyes. Passion, yes. A passion she was amazed to see. But more, there was appreciation in those midnight depths. And a promise.
A promise that told her she wouldn’t wake up wondering if there wasn’t something more. Because he’d make sure he showered her every possible ounce of pleasure two bodies could bring each other.
Her toes curled. Nerves or excitement, she wasn’t sure. Didn’t care. Empowered, whether it was from an odd lack of inhibition or the desperate need, she pressed her hand to the back of his head to invite him back to her aching body.
“Touch me,” she whispered.
His grin was slow and sensual.
“Watch me,” he demanded in return.
His fingers spread wide over her breasts, squeezing, then swirling so his palms grazed their aching peaks. She bit her lip and tunneled her fingers through his hair. His eyes held hers, demanding she stay with him. One hand still tweaked and tempted her nipple. But the other smoothed a long, tingling path over her side to the scrap of satin-covered elastic at her hip.
Dru heard the whimper of need before she realized she’d made it.
She watched his finger until it slid out of sight. The sensation as it pressed teasingly against her G-spot almost made her scream. He arched a brow as if to demand that she keep watching, then, his own lids lowered as if in reverent prayer, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her wet slit.
Oh, God. His tongue was pure magic. She stared, her vision blurring as he used his fingers and tongue to weave a spell over her body. This was what sex was supposed to be, she realized. Mind-numbing, body-shattering, intense pleasure. And not a single Albert Einstein picture in sight.
Her thighs grew damp with the heat of his breath and her own moisture. His finger worked her sensitive nu
b as his tongue stabbed and swirled. Her belly tightened. Dru gasped as the sensations coiled, tighter and tighter. After that sweet little pop of an orgasm on the couch, she really hadn’t expected another one. At least, not without Alex, big and naked, between her thighs.
Well, he was definitely between her thighs, although not nearly naked enough. But oh, man, he was incredible. Her legs started to shake. Her stomach clenched as she edged closer to another orgasm, needy and suddenly desperate.
Breath coming in gasps now, she had to force herself not to close her thighs to increase the pressure and hurry along the building orgasm. Suffocating the man with the magic tongue would put a quick end to what was promising to be the most incredible night of her life.
He shifted, one hand kneading the soft flesh of her ass while the other returned to tweak and torment her aching nipple.
Then his tongue stabbed, once, twice and again. The spring of passion exploded. Stars flashed behind her eyes and Dru gave a keening cry as the climax crashed over her in pounding, intense waves.
“You’re incredible,” she said with a soft smile, combing her fingers through the thick strands of his hair when he rose to wrap his arms around her.
“Ditto back at you,” he teased.
“I want to make you feel as good as you do me.” With that in mind, she reached down and flicked his belt open, then unhooked his slacks. Her fingers pressed against his straining erection before she slid the zipper down.
“We’re not going to make it to the bed,” he warned.
“Don’t care,” she panted, tugging at his slacks. “Now. Here. Fast.”
He made a grab for his wallet, before he kicked the pants away, and pulled out a foil packet.
Should she tell him she was on birth control? Before she could, he’d ripped the packet open. Better safe anyway, she realized as she took the condom from him and fell to her knees so they were face-to-face.
Wanting—needing—to prove she was good enough to be worthy of a man as gorgeous, as incredible as Alex, Dru pressed her hand to his shoulders to indicate he should lie down on the carpet.