Chapter Twenty-Nine
Samantha twined her arms around Christian’s neck as he kissed her with an intensity rivaling the storm outside. He pressed against her so hard the momentum sent them backward. She fought to keep up with the greedy laps of his tongue as she bumped into the windowsill.
Mist from the heavy downpour clung to her while his hands rubbed up her side. He sucked on her bottom lip and tugged at the buttons of her blouse. She dropped one hand down his back until it rested on one carved buttock. God, he was all strength.
When she squeezed, he groaned and yanked hard, sending buttons clattering across the floor. His lips left hers as he pulled back and gazed at her bared breasts.
“Beautiful.”
With a growl, he leaned them out the window and she clung to him once more. Rain pelted her face and ran in rivulets down her chest. He followed the watery trail with his mouth and her head fell back. His mouth closed hot and wet around one nipple and she cried out, the sound lost in the storm.
Branches clashed above them in the wind and the sky lit in flashes of white and blue. All that energy. Nothing compared to what raged inside her.
The hard length of him pressed between her parted legs as she wrapped them around his waist. With nothing but the fabric of her breeches between them, a wicked heat spread from the intimate contact. She craned her neck to the side, but her thigh obscured the view.
When Christian released one nipple and moved to the other, her hands began slipping on his slick skin.
He tightened his grip, one palm coming to rest between her shoulders.
She took advantage of the stability and slid a hand between their bodies.
Soft velvet and solid steel brushed against her fingertips a moment later and she marveled at the contradictions.
With one thrust, he pushed himself fully into her hand. Closing around it, she moved up and down along the length. He wrenched his head away with a moan and pulled them back inside. His hands moved to her bottom, holding her tight against him as he spun to lean against the wall.
Samantha pressed her lips to his collarbone, grazing her teeth across his skin and he throbbed in her fingers.
Leaning back, she glanced down. His hips rocked a slow rhythm as he slid himself back and forth in her grip.
Her forehead dipped against his chest. Was it her imagination, or did he swell ever so slightly each time her hand reached the base?
What would he do if she kissed him there?
He bent to her ear. “What are you thinking?”
“On the beach . . .” She trailed off as he nibbled her earlobe. “What you did to me . . .”
A soft hum came in response.
“Can a woman do that to a man?”
He went still. “Yes.”
“I’d like to.”
His head fell back, bumping into the wall, and he stared at the ceiling. “I’m not sure I could bear it, Red.”
But he dropped her to her feet, running his fingertips up and down her back. She copied the movement with her free hand and his eyes drifted shut. Her pulse began to hammer out an erratic tune as she tilted her head and kissed above one flat nipple.
The wild beat of his heart pulsed into her lips. She moved down in an ever-so-slow path, until she fell to her knees. Dark hair curled around her knuckles when she pushed her hand back, exposing as much of him as possible.
The heat at her core became a raging fire while she stared at him.
A vein pulsed beneath her fingers, tawny skin stretched taut.
She leaned closer and breathed in his musky scent, soap and sandalwood and something else all colliding in her nose.
A carnal need to taste him filled her and she touched her lips to the rounded tip.
She planted a small kiss there. Brushed her mouth across smooth skin. Flicked her tongue out.
He groaned and gave a gentle rock into her caress.
“Is this good?”
“God, Red . . .” His breath came out in a shudder and his fingers closed around handfuls of her hair. “I . . . it’s . . .”
Her lips curved against him.
Speechless was good.
She ran her tongue in a circle before tracing the little ridge encircling the head of his manhood. He quivered beneath her fisted palm and a heady thrill ran through her. When she licked harder, his hips left the wall.
“Christian.” His name escaped her, reverberating back with each muffled syllable wrapped in husky need.
She opened her mouth, letting him slide a fraction inside and he growled, the low sound vibrating through him at the same time as a roll of thunder. The grip he held in her hair tightened, each tug sending little waves of pain entwined with pleasure right to her core.
Her teeth scraped across him as she let him in farther. Holding him like this, in her mouth, sent the space between her legs pulsing. She began to emulate the movement she wanted there. In and out, little wet noises punctuated the air.
How deep could she take him?
She opened wide and slowly, ever so slowly, slid forward. A strangled sound came from above her when his dark hairs tickled her nose.
“Dear God. I can’t.” He pulled her head away from him, loosing her contact on him in one slick motion. “Any more and I’ll lose control.”
She pressed one last kiss to him and rested her forehead in the hollow between his thigh and manhood. “That sounds rather nice.”
“I want to be inside you when that happens, love.”
The word sent an ache through her as she lifted her gaze to meet the dark intensity of his.
She nuzzled her nose into the coarse curls brushing her cheek and ran a single finger along his length, pausing when she encountered a sticky drop of moisture at the very end.
He stumbled to the side and pulled her to her feet, capturing her mouth with his before she could protest.
His hands skimmed down her arms and he interlocked his fingers with hers. Pulling her arms back, he dropped his lips to her neck and began to suck. She tried to reach out to him, but he held her hands just beyond reach. Without being able to support her weight on him, her knees began to shake.
He pivoted so her back was to the bed and dropped his mouth to the valley between her breasts. The soft touch sent her back arching and her nails dug into his fingers.
“Christian. Please.”
A wicked smile played across his lips as he touched them to one aching nipple. He licked. Blew a puff of air across it. She gasped out with a shiver as the already-hard point tightened further. He took a step into her, nudging her backward. Again. And again.
Until the bed bumped against her thighs.
He released her hands and swept the netting aside. A moment later, her blouse fluttered to the floor. Without wasting time, he unbuttoned the fall of her breeches and humid night air brushed across her damp skin.
The pants sagged open and his knuckles brushed into copper curls. An approving murmur rumbled through his throat as he flipped his hand and cupped her. When he pressed a finger into the swirling heat at her core, she grabbed at his shoulders.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamed of this.” His finger slid into a slick pool of wetness and he bent to her ear. “Feel how ready you are for me?”
Hot breath fell across her neck and her eyes drifted shut as a thousand prickles of sensation swept over her.
If she could capture one feeling to commit to memory, that would be it.
His finger slipped into her and she bit at the skin beneath his collarbone to keep from crying out.
No. Definitely that feeling. Delicate and intense all at once while sending her pulse hammering.
He pulled free. Plunged back in. Caught her gasp with his mouth.
The solid weight of his chest pressed into her shoulders, followed by the conspicuous jab of his erection at her belly.
Beneath his force, she sat on the bed. Soft linen tangled in her fingers as he deepened the kiss.
His gentle pressure increased until she fell back into the plush sheets and he covered her body with his.
Her mind began to unravel at her meager attempt to catalogue this feeling.
She lifted her hips and ground them against Christian’s as he fumbled with the waistband of her breeches.
He began to peel them down and she drew her legs up to help.
They tangled around her boots and he let out a growl.
Breaking the kiss, he stood. Warm lantern light washed over him and her breath caught at the sight of him standing between her legs.
The flickering glow accentuated every muscle, the barely-there curve of his side where it met his hip.
The proud display of everything that made him a man hanging in plain sight.
He tugged at her laces and tossed the boots aside with her breeches following seconds later. His gaze burned into her and she lifted one hand to cover herself.
“Don’t.” She stilled and he took her knees and spread her open to him. “Now this? I didn’t dare let myself dream of this.”
His palms moved down her thighs until he framed her sex between his hands.
Muscles deep inside her clenched and released, as if they could beckon him to fully touch her.
Both thumbs moved to part her and one settled on the spot where all the throbbing pressure had built up. This time, she did cry out.
He twisted in tiny circles, dipping into her wetness and drawing it up until the slippery friction brought her hips off the bed.
She flung her hands over her head, grasping for something, anything, her fingers curling into a pillow.
His lips pressed to the skin inside one knee and she jerked at the hot tingle it sent through her.
The speed of his finger increased and the spiraling sensation already building began to wind tighter.
Her release. Now that she understood what it was, she urged it on, climbing higher and higher until she thrashed beneath his touch.
Just when she began to teeter over the edge, his thumb disappeared.