Chapter Eight #3
Addie shuddered from delight at the erotic promise of his words.
‘Touch me, please?’ She gave her permission in a soft voice, but her body was shouting out for him in so many other ways.
Heat pounded through her veins; the searing heat of lust let loose.
Her breasts tingled behind the barrier of the bathrobe, her nipples hardening to peaks.
Her flesh ached for his touch, her mouth longed for more of his passionate kisses, her inner core pulsed for his possession.
Vic slowly parted her robe, sliding his broad warm hand against the soft flesh of her breast, and she gasped at the expertise of his touch.
He bent his head to her breast, his mouth moving around her tight nipple in a teasing touch that sent a shudder of pleasure through her entire body.
His hand was gentle, so sensually gentle that she arched up to encourage more of his touch.
He lowered his mouth to her breast, licking the circle of her areola and she whimpered as more tingling sensations coursed through her body.
He took her nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over and around her tightened flesh, making her gasp and writhe with pleasure.
Then he drew on her nipple with gentle little sucks that made her mouth drop open in a gasp of delight.
He moved to her other breast, subjecting it to the same exquisite torture, sending riotous pulses of delight through her body.
Her spine arched some more, her need for him rising like a tide.
A flood of desire swept through her, making it hard to think of anything but the need clamouring through her body.
Vic lifted his head to gaze down at her. ‘You are so damn beautiful, your skin is like satin, so soft, so smooth. I want to taste all of you.’
Addie blinked. Did he mean what she thought he meant?
No one had ever touched her down there. She rarely touched herself as she had been too caught up in the years of shame she had inherited from her mother’s comments.
Her body, her needs had been poisoned by the shame of not feeling good enough, but with Vic, she could feel a few layers of that encrusted shame sloughing away.
She looked up into his eyes, amazed at herself for being so open with him, but hadn’t he made her feel that way?
Safe for the first time in her life. Safe to be herself, safe to express her needs and wants, safe to respond to those needs without shame or embarrassment.
‘I’d like you to touch me…everywhere…’ Her voice came out as a husky whisper, a plea for more of his sensual touch.
‘I’d like you to touch me too, but I need to get out of my clothes first. Are you comfortable with me doing that?’
‘Yes, I am. I want to see you,’ Addie said, unashamed of how eager she was to see the male planes and contours of his body.
‘How about you undo my shirt buttons.’
‘Okay…’ She lifted her hands to the front of his shirt, working on each of his buttons, but the task was made all the more complex because of the excitement building in her body.
Her breath caught at the back of her throat as she exposed the sculpted muscles of his chest. His skin was like hot satin under her hands, and she wanted to caress his entire body, to feel it move and twitch with pleasure as hers had already done under his sublime caresses.
Emboldened by every button she got undone, she leaned closer to brush her lips to his chest. He tasted salty and tangy, and she was instantly addicted as if she had just consumed a potent drug.
She undid three more of his buttons, her heart rate pounding as she got closer to the waistband of his trousers.
She glanced at the tented shape of him, her pulse racing to think of him so aroused for her.
‘You can go further if you feel comfortable with that,’ Vic said in a hoarse-sounding voice.
‘Are you sure?’
He gave a wry laugh, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners. ‘Absolutely.’
Addie tugged his shirt out of the waistband of his trousers, her gaze focussed on her task, the thought of uncovering him both exciting and nerve-racking.
She was so inexperienced she didn’t even know how to touch him.
Would he think her ignorant and naive or would he find it refreshing to be with someone so new to intimacy?
She undid the last of his shirt buttons and slid her hands over the broad expanse of his tanned and toned chest. ‘I’ve never done this before,’ she confessed, flicking her gaze upwards to meet his.
Vic captured one of her hands and held it against his chest. She could feel the hammer blow of his heart against the flesh of her palm, and it made her want him even more. ‘Don’t be nervous. I want you to be comfortable with every step we take. And remember, at any point you can say no.’
‘Thank you for making me feel so…so safe and listened to,’ Addie said, her gratefulness for his sensitivity to her needs making her crush on him move to another level—a level scarily close to love.
She wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him—those were the rules he had set down.
This was a one-off affair that they would put behind them once they left Italy.
But how could she not fall in love with him after he kissed her?
How could she not fall in love with him after he touched her so tenderly, so passionately?
The feelings she was trying to control were not able to be controlled.
They were an unstoppable wave washing over her.
Vic lowered his head to kiss her once more, his mouth soft and yet insistent against hers.
A drumbeat of lust pounded through her lower body, her female flesh on fire.
His tongue touched hers and molten lava flowed straight to her core.
She had no idea her body was capable of such rampant, rabid desire.
It was like a wild thing had been unleashed inside her body, a wild energy that refused to be constrained any longer.
Vic raised his mouth from hers, his lips going to the side of her neck, caressing her sensitive skin until she was writhing beneath him.
His mouth came back to hers with a hungry kiss that spoke of his own primal passion.
With her mouth fused to his, she slowly peeled his shirt from his shoulders, and he did the rest by shrugging it off, tossing it to the floor beside the bed.
Vic raised his head to look down at her and Addie feasted her eyes on the broad expanse of his chest, her hands moving over him, exploring the hard planes and contours of his body, her own body tingling with excitement.
‘Don’t be shy,’ he said in a husky tone. ‘You can touch me anywhere you want to.’
Addie put her hands to the waistband of his trousers, her fingers almost trembling as her need for him grew.
Emboldened by her own desire and encouraged by his for her, she became more confident and unfastened his trousers.
He helped her by sliding down his zipper but then left the rest to her.
She drew in a skittery breath and stroked her fingers over the swollen length of him covered by his underwear.
He sucked in a ragged breath and his eyes glittered with pleasure.
‘Your touch drives me wild,’ he said.
‘That’s only fair since yours does that to me.
’ Addie grew even bolder in her exploration of his form.
She peeled his underwear away from the proud length of him and tentatively touched him along his shaft.
He was satin-covered steel, potent and yet strangely vulnerable, strong, and yet sensitive.
But didn’t that describe not just his body but his whole personality?
Vic drew her hand away from his body but kept hold of her hand in the cradle of his, holding it against his abdomen. She could feel the ridges of his muscles beneath her hand, his strength exciting her even more.
He looked down at her with his dark glinting gaze, his features contorted by raw desire. ‘I want to kiss my way down your body.’
‘Okay…’ Addie was barely capable of anything but that single word, her body on fire for more of his touch.
He worked his way from her neck to her breasts, kissing and caressing each in turn, sending her senses into a tailspin as her flesh came alive under his tantalising touch.
He moved from her breasts to press soft barely touching kisses all the way down to her belly.
She automatically sucked in her abdomen, hoping he didn’t think she was judging herself for not being reed slim.
Vic propped himself up on one elbow to gaze into her eyes, his hand gently stroking her face. ‘Hey, relax for me. You won’t enjoy yourself if you’re all tensed up.’
Addie slowly let out her breath and gave him a twisted little smile. ‘Sorry. I can’t help worrying you’ll find me…unattractive or—’
He placed his finger against her lips. ‘No more talk of me not finding you attractive. Can’t you feel what you’re doing to me?’
Addie could and it made her blood race and her heart pound and her desire for him to run wild. His body was rock-hard against her, and his breathing as hectic as hers. She could see the desire in his eyes, and it made her feel beautiful for the first time in her life. Beautiful and desirable.
He removed his finger from her lips and replaced it with his mouth, kissing her deeply and passionately.
Addie’s hands moved through the thick strands of his hair in a caressing motion, caught up in the maelstrom of physical need that was a force she could not control.
She had no idea her body could feel this way, this primal drumbeat of lust that overtook everything else.
Vic moved from her mouth back down her body, gently pushing the bathrobe out of his way, kissing every inch of her, sending her into new raptures of delight.
And then he came to the heart of her…