Chapter 8 #2
She let her dress drop to the floor, so she was now standing in front of him wearing just a tiny pair of bikini panties and that smile of hers that would tempt any man to follow her.
He couldn’t think. He reached for her breasts. He was rock-hard and on fire for her. Each breath he took smelled of her perfume, and his heartbeat seemed to be saying her name. Marielle. Marielle. Marielle.
He put one hand on her waist to draw her to him, but she wedged her hand between them, her fingers going to the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them. He watched her for a minute then realized he had a nearly naked woman in his arms.
She touched him in a way that made him feel like the only man in the world.
Her eyes were heavy lidded as she leaned forward, kissing his neck as she drew her nails down the center of his body.
Blood rushed through his veins, pooling in his groin and making him even harder as she caressed her way down his body.
Her fingers were cool against his skin as she pushed the shirt off his torso. He shrugged out of it and drew her into his arms, enjoying the feel of her naked breasts against him.
A growl was torn from him when her hot mouth brushed over the column of his throat. She took her time nibbling her way down his neck to his chest, biting his left pec, which made him jump in surprise. She looked up at him, her gray eyes sparkling. “Too much?”
“Not enough,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he reached down to undo the fastening of his pants and give his erection more room.
Her tongue brushed his nipple, and gooseflesh spread over his chest and back.
His hips jerked forward, and she reached out, pushing her hand into the opening of his pants, rubbing her palm over him.
He ran his hands over the length of her naked back.
He wanted to believe that his excitement was just because it had been so long since he’d been with a woman, but he knew that this was more about Marielle.
She was forbidden fruit. His boss had mentioned her by name, his sister hated her and his best friend thought she was trouble.
But he couldn’t resist. He’d always been the sensible Velasquez, but had that all been an illusion? Was it simply because he’d been going too fast to realize that he was just as impulsive as his brothers?
Marielle wasn’t shy when it came to touching him, and he loved it. Bracing herself with her hands on his shoulders, she slowly traced each of his ribs before moving lower.
Part of him wanted to let her do whatever she wanted, but another part of him was aware that this was only the second time in a year that he’d had sex, and he was on edge.
His control wasn’t as great as it once had been.
She rubbed her fingertip along his belt, tracing it around his waist and then coming back to the lowered zipper.
He sucked in his breath and held it until she winked at him.
She took the shaft of his erection in her hand, stroking him through his underwear. He felt his erection jump and a bit of moisture form on the tip. He wasn’t going to make it much longer. He tugged her into his arms, holding her so that her bare breasts brushed against his chest.
Leaning back on the bed, he used his hands to part her thighs and drew her down on his lap. He pushed his underwear down to free his length and then shifted his hips until he felt her warmth against his tip.
He knew he should get a condom on, but for this moment he wanted to savor the feeling of her heat against his naked shaft. He stretched to reach the nightstand and took out a condom, handing it to her.
Then he lifted her up with his arm around her waist and tugged her panties off her body. She settled back on his thighs, tearing open the condom and putting it on him.
She straddled him and he put his hands on her waist, drawing her down.
He tried to let her set the pace, but she was in the mood to tease him and he was already on the knife’s edge.
He cupped her buttocks and drew her down hard as he thrust up inside her.
Driving himself all the way into her body, he held himself there.
She gripped his shoulders with her hands, her nails digging into his skin as their mouths met. Her nipples were hard points and he pulled away from her mouth, glancing down to see them pushing against his chest.
He caressed her back and spine, scraping his nails down the length of it. He followed the line of her back down to the indentation above her backside.
She closed her eyes and held her breath as he fondled her, running his finger over her nipple. It was velvety compared to the satin smoothness of her breast. He brushed his finger back and forth until she bit her lower lip and shifted on his lap.
She moaned a sweet sound that he leaned up to capture in her mouth. She tipped her head to the side, immediately allowing him access to her mouth. She stayed like that, straddling him so that just the tip of his erection was inside her.
He scraped his fingernail over her nipple, and she shivered in his arms. He pushed her back a little bit so he could see her. Her breasts were bare, nipples distended and begging for his mouth. He lowered his head and suckled.
He held her still with a hand on the small of her back. He buried his other hand in her hair and arched her over his arm. Both of her breasts were thrust up at him.
He wouldn’t let this be about anything other than the physical. One night for revenge, he’d thought, but this was the second time they’d been together. And revenge wasn’t on his mind.
She rocked her hips, trying to take him deeper, and he knew the time for teasing was at an end.
He gave her another inch, thrusting up into her sweet, tight body. Her eyes were closed, her hips moving subtly against him, and when he blew on her nipple, he saw gooseflesh spread down her body.
He loved the way she reacted to his mouth on her.
He sucked on the skin at the base of her neck as he thrust all the way home, sheathing his entire length in her body.
He knew he was leaving a mark with his mouth, and that pleased him.
He wanted her to remember this moment and what they had done when she was alone later.
He kept kissing and rubbing, pinching her nipples until her hands clenched in his hair and she rocked her hips harder against his length. He lifted his hips, thrusting up against her.
Her eyes widened with each inch he gave her. She clutched at his hips as he started thrusting. She held him to her, eyes half-closed and her head tipped back.
He leaned down and caught one of her nipples in his teeth, scraping very gently. She started to tighten around him. Her hips moved faster, demanding more, but he kept the pace slow, steady. Building the pleasure between them.
He suckled her nipple and rotated his hips to catch her pleasure point with each thrust. He felt her hands clenching in his hair as she threw her head back.
He varied his thrusts, finding a rhythm that would draw out the tension at the base of his spine. Something that would make his time in her body, wrapped in her silky limbs, last forever.
He tensed, blood roaring in his ears, as he felt everything in his world center on this one woman.
He called her name as he came. She tightened around him and he looked down into her eyes as he kept thrusting. He saw her eyes widen and felt the minute contractions of her body around his as she was consumed by her orgasm.
He rotated his hips until her hips stopped rocking against him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed the underside of his chin.
He wanted to believe that nothing had changed, but he knew that everything had.
Revenge had seemed like the only solution until now.
He was starting to care for Marielle, seeing beyond the woman who’d hurt his sister to the woman who was vulnerable and sexy—and everything he hadn’t realized he’d been looking for.