Chapter 22
She was burning. But it was such a glorious feeling.
Elodie had thought she would never feel passion again. Never know the beautiful agony of desire. And yet, here it was, coursing through her with such force that she felt as if it were trying to tear her apart.
The glorious feeling of Scott’s weight atop her was heady in itself. Oh, how she loved having him there, feeling his warmth—the hardness of his body…and cock. His amazing mouth was on hers again. He kissed as if he had been taught by long-forgotten gods. Demanding, coaxing. Commanding.
Claiming.
He enticed, he charmed, he challenged with every tongue lick and movement of his lips.
And she answered in kind. The flames of desire that had sparked her to kiss him on the sofa consumed her.
It licked at her skin, urging her to delve deeper into the passion, the all-consuming craving for the man in her arms.
How could she resist? She was powerless to do anything but feel. After years of nothing, fierce emotions bombarded her from all sides. But she wasn’t afraid. Not while in Scott’s arms. She knew she was safe.
Her hands slid over his broad shoulders, the thick sinew moving beneath her palms. She couldn’t stop touching him. She couldn’t wait to run her hands all over him, especially his arousal that rested against her stomach.
Elodie sucked in a surprised breath when he pinched her nipple and rolled it between his fingers.
All the while, his mouth moved down her neck.
She gasped as desire shot through her body to pool between her legs.
She wanted him inside her, deep and hard.
Her lips parted as she tried to find the words.
Then his lips wrapped around her nipple, and her thoughts scattered.
She moaned and ground her hips against him, needing the friction. Her body was primed and ready. The realization shocked her. Scott had done that to her with just his mouth. She couldn’t wait until she experienced the rest of him.
His mouth moved to her other breast where his tongue worked its magic on that turgid peak.
Elodie was so close to orgasm, all she needed was the right angle to rub herself against him.
When he moved away, she cried out in frustration.
Then his finger was inside her. With one movement, she shattered.
Scott watched the pleasure wash over Elodie’s face as she climaxed. He smiled in satisfaction. More would come. After all, they had just gotten started.
He settled between her legs as her body clamped around his finger. Her lips were parted on a silent scream, her eyes closed, her head thrown back. Glorious. That’s what she was. Utterly breathtaking.
With his eyes still locked on her face, he withdrew his finger and slid it back into her wet heat.
She gasped, and her body stiffened. Scott wore a smile as he leaned down and swirled his tongue around her swollen clit as he thrust his finger in and out of her body.
The cry of pleasure that fell from her lips was music to his ears.
The second orgasm on the heels of the first was stronger. Elodie tried to catch her breath, but her body wasn’t hers any longer. It was Scott’s. Every nerve ending was exploding. The ecstasy was so addictive that she clung to it, riding out the climax for as long as she could.
When she came to, Scott was still between her legs, his tongue bringing her to life once more. She shook her head. This wasn’t possible. How could he make her feel…everything…after she had been numb for so long?
She wanted to tell him to stop, but she didn’t dare.
What if she never felt anything after this?
What if they paused, and whatever was happening between them vanished?
She couldn’t take that chance. So, she sank into the desire that tightened low in her belly.
She’d had two orgasms back-to-back, something that had never happened in her life.
And the stirrings of another were already heating her body.
He added a second finger as he pumped them between her legs. Elodie gasped, wanting more, wanting everything Scott wrung from her.
She raised her head to look at him. Their gazes met.
His flashed with need and approval—and the promise of more.
She dropped her head back, panting as his tongue flicked rapidly over her clit, and his fingers found that delicious spot within her.
The orgasm was swift and uncontrollable.
White dots flashed behind her eyelids as she rode the waves of bliss for a third time.
The sound of his name being shouted from Elodie’s lips was the sweetest thing Scott had ever heard. He raised his face to watch her for the third time. The sight of her ensconced tightly in ecstasy’s hold would be branded on his mind.
But he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be inside her, needed to feel their bodies joined.
He rose and guided his arousal to her slick entrance. He licked his lips, tasting her. Then he pushed inside her. The walls of her sex gripped him tightly as her orgasm continued. Scott gasped and fell forward onto his hands as he fought not to give in to his climax. Somehow, he regained control.
When he opened his eyes, Elodie was lying still.
Her eyes were closed, her chest heaving as a fine sheen of sweat covered her skin.
Her arms were lying limply by her sides.
Scott slowly withdrew until just the tip of him remained and then slid back inside her.
She moaned as her eyes fluttered open. Her gaze met his as a smile tilted her lips.
“We’re no’ done yet,” he murmured.
She wrapped her legs around him and brought his head down for a kiss. He began to move his hips slowly, matching the dance of their tongues.
Her body was numb from the orgasms, but there was no denying that she liked the feel of Scott moving inside her. She hadn’t gotten to stroke him as he had her. Nor had she gotten to take his cock in hand and explore it, taste it, as he had with her. But she would. Maybe not tonight, but soon.
For now, she clung to him as his tempo steadily increased, until he drove into her hard and fast. The time for kissing was done.
Now it was passion and unrelenting hunger that had taken them.
She clung to his sides, her legs drawn up so he could go deeper.
The feel of him moving inside her was almost too much.
It was everything she wanted and more. So much more. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was, but it was there, off to the side, watching and waiting. For what, she didn’t know. But there was no denying its existence. Perhaps it had always been there.
Then she didn’t care. There was something so right and amazing about their joining that she didn’t want to think about anything else. Just them. Just this precious moment.
Just him.
Scott.
Powerful and commanding. Kind and gentle. Fire and ice. Need and passion.
“Scott,” she whispered when she felt that familiar feeling forming again.
“Come with me,” he urged with harsh breaths. “Come with me.”
She gasped when he shifted angles slightly so he could rub against her clit as he thrust. Elodie sank her nails into his skin as the climax began to grow, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Her skin tingled, and the room grew fuzzy.
She focused on Scott, on the feelings swirling within her body.
“Now!” he bellowed.
Elodie felt his cock pulse inside her, and the orgasm swept through her like a tidal wave.
She fought for breath even as he continued pumping his hips.
He flung her so far and high that Elodie thought she could see forever.
The ripples of the climax ran through her over and over until she had nothing else to give.
She tried to open her eyes and look at Scott, but she was too exhausted. Elodie felt him pull out of her, and she missed him immediately. But then he was next to her. He rolled her, his arm holding her against his body. She sighed as she rested her head on his chest.
“Sleep,” he whispered. “I’ll be here when you wake.”
The drowsiness that had pulled her to sleep vanished. She hadn’t dreamed his words. He had said them. They still hung in the air. His fingers played with the ends of her hair. It felt so good. Almost as good as lying next to him. Nearly as good as his kisses.
She realized then that their legs were tangled together. Elodie thought of what she had sensed earlier, the thing that had been off to the side, watching and waiting. She was afraid to look closer at it, afraid it would be the thing she wanted most—and the thing she feared terribly.
She had been on her own for so many years.
It had been her choice to keep away from her family and not let friends get too close.
She’d had a few lovers, but nothing that came close to what she would consider love.
They had merely been a distraction, something to take her mind off her miserable life.
Despite her best efforts, she was home. A place that was filled with ghosts of the past and more questions than before.
And a man who had seemingly come out of nowhere to make her feel again.
It was a near-perfect night, marred only by the attack and the recurring nightmares that made her increasingly uneasy.
But she wanted to remember this moment, this flawless moment, forever.
She knew better than anyone that times like these didn’t come around often.
Usually, people had their heads in the past or the future and missed the here and now.
Well, she wouldn’t be one of them. She would lap up every wonderful second.
Then she could look back on it in the years to come and remember. And sigh.
“I’m no’ going to leave, lass,” Scott said.
Elodie snuggled tighter against him. “I know.”
He kissed her forehead. “Rest. You need it.”
“Because of you,” she said with a smile.
His chest rumbled with a chuckle. “I could give you some more.”
“Later.”
“Ah, such a demanding lover,” he teased.
She shifted her head to look at him. They smiled at each other.
Scott’s face grew serious. “That was incredible. You were incredible.”
The thing she didn’t want to look at, the thing that stood watching, took a step closer.
Elodie’s heart skipped a beat as she stared at him in awe. She touched Scott’s face. “There’s more to come.”