Chapter 29
SYLVIE
The moment Kent’s lips touched mine, every rational thought I’d been clinging to dissolved completely. This kiss wasn’t like the tentative one we shared the other day. This was desperate. Ravenous. It was like he’d been fighting his hunger for days and couldn’t contain himself any longer.
I never imagined I would do something as impulsive as this.
Kent was practically a stranger. I had every reason not to let this happen.
Emmy’s warnings, the business deal, my own carefully constructed walls.
But all I could think about right now was the one reason why I should. Because this kiss felt so damn good.
And when would I ever get the chance to have a man like Kent Bancroft again?
Never. That’s when.
I was just as desperate for him. Never had I experienced chemistry like this. I wanted him more than I wanted air.
His hands framed my face as his tongue swept into my mouth. I heard myself make a sound that was half gasp, half moan. The taste of whiskey and spices lingered on his lips, mixed with something that was purely him. When he pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes were dark with desire.
“Sylvie,” he breathed against my lips. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”
Instead of answering with words, I reached up and pulled him back down to me, kissing him with all the pent-up longing I’d been trying to ignore. I heard his sharp intake of breath, felt the way his hands tightened on my face before sliding down to my waist.
He lifted me from the couch with an ease that made my stomach flutter before settling me on his lap so I was straddling him. The position brought us impossibly closer. I could feel exactly how much he wanted me, pressed against my core. The sensation made me arch against him instinctively.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands finding the zipper at the back of my dress. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I did have some idea, actually, given the hard length I could feel beneath me. But before I could tell him that, his mouth was on my neck, finding that sensitive spot just below my ear that made me shiver. His teeth grazed my skin lightly before his tongue soothed the spot.
“Kent,” I whispered, my hands fisting in his sweater.
“I know, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
The endearment sent warmth flooding through me as he slowly drew down the zipper of my dress. Cool air hit my bare back, making me realize how overheated he made me. His hands were warm against my skin as he helped me out of the sleeves, letting the green velvet pool around my waist.
I should have felt exposed sitting there in just my black lace bra, but Kent looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and it made me feel powerful instead.
“You’re perfect,” he said reverently, his hands skimming up my sides to cup my breasts through the lace. When his thumbs brushed over my nipples, I gasped and pressed closer to him.
“Your turn,” I managed, tugging at the hem of his sweater.
He helped me pull it over his head. I had to bite back a moan at the sight of him.
His chest was even better than I’d imagined.
I licked my lips as I took in the broad and muscled torso with just the right amount of dark hair.
I ran my hands over his skin, marveling at the way his muscles tensed under my touch.
When I leaned down to press kisses along his collarbone, he made a low sound deep in his throat that sent heat pooling between my thighs. His hands were working at the clasp of my bra, and when it fell away, the look of pure want on his face nearly undid me.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his hands covering my breasts, thumbs teasing my nipples until I was squirming in his lap.
I couldn’t help but arch into his touch, a soft whimper escaping my lips as his hands explored my bare skin. Every nerve ending felt electrified under his careful attention. When he leaned forward to take one nipple into his mouth, I gasped and threaded my fingers through his dark hair.
“God, Kent,” I breathed, my head falling back as he lavished attention on my breasts with his tongue and teeth.
His hands slid down to grip my hips, holding me steady as I rocked against him. The friction was incredible but not nearly enough. I could feel how much he wanted me through his dress pants. The knowledge that I affected him this much made me bold.
I reached between us to work at his belt, my fingers fumbling slightly in my eagerness.
He lifted his hips to help me as I pushed his pants and boxers down enough to free him.
When I wrapped my hand around his length, he hissed and his grip on my hips tightened to the point I could feel bruises forming.
“Sylvie,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “You’re going to kill me.”
I loved the way he said my name. I stroked him slowly, marveling at the velvet softness of his skin over steel. His breathing grew ragged as I worked him with my hand, his forehead dropping to rest against my collarbone.
“I need you,” he whispered against my skin, his hands sliding under my dress to find the edge of my nylons. “I need to be inside you.”
I was dimly aware of him standing, lifting me with him as if I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically as he carried me toward my bedroom, his mouth never leaving mine.
He set me down beside my bed, his hands going to the waistband of my dress.
With agonizing slowness, he worked it down over my hips, taking my nylons with it.
When I stood before him in nothing but my black panties, he stepped back slightly, his gaze raking over me.
That hungry look in his eyes was sending heat coursing through my veins.
Damn. I had never felt so damn sexy in my life. Men looked at me, but he was looking at me like I was a goddess.
“Lie down,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
I did as he asked, then watched as he quickly shed the rest of his clothes.
When he revealed himself completely, I couldn’t suppress my sharp intake of breath.
He was magnificent, all lean muscle and masculine power.
And he was big. Bigger than I’d expected.
It was intimidating. And intoxicating. Holding that magnificent cock in my hand was nothing compared to seeing it with my own eyes.
He must have noticed my expression because he smiled as he reached into his discarded pants, pulling out a foil packet. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”
He joined me on the bed. His hands skimmed up my legs as he settled between them.
When he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties, I lifted my hips to help him remove them.
Being completely bare under his intense gaze should have made me self-conscious, but instead it made me feel desired in a way I’d never experienced.
“So perfect,” he repeated, his hands stroking up my thighs. “I want to taste you first.”
Before I could process what he meant, his mouth was on me. I cried out at the sensation. He knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue found every sensitive spot and worked me with a skill that left me gasping. When he slipped one finger inside me, then two, I arched off the bed.
“Kent, please,” I begged, though I wasn’t sure what I was asking for.
“Come for me first,” he said against my skin. His fingers curved inside me just right while his mouth worked magic on my clit.
The orgasm hit me like lightning. Pleasure crashed through me in waves that left me shaking and breathless. I’d never felt anything like it, so intense it bordered on overwhelming.
Kent worked me through it, his touch gentled as I came down from the high. When I could finally focus again, he was watching me with satisfaction written all over his face.
“That was crazy,” I said breathlessly.
“And it was just the beginning,” he promised, tearing open the condom packet.
I watched him roll it on, my body already responding again despite having just climaxed. When he positioned himself at my entrance, he paused, his eyes meeting mine.
“You sure about this?” he asked. I could see the effort it took him to hold back. The man was shaking.
Instead of answering, I pulled him down for a kiss, wrapping my legs around his waist. He took the hint and pushed into me slowly, carefully. The stretch was intense. He really was big. But my body welcomed him, adjusting to accommodate his size.
“Fuck,” he breathed when he was fully seated inside me. “You feel incredible.”
He stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust. Both of us had to take a second to catch our breath. I marveled at his restraint. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw was clenched with the effort of holding back.
“Move,” I whispered, rolling my hips experimentally.
That seemed to break the last of his control. He began to move slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. Every thrust hit exactly the right spot, building pressure inside me until I was clinging to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, one hand sliding between us to find my clit. “Come for me again, Sylvie.”
The combination of his movement and his skilled fingers pushed me over the edge again, this orgasm even more intense than the first. I cried out his name as pleasure crashed through me, my body clenching around him.
He followed me over, his rhythm faltering as he found his own release with a groan that sounded like it came from his soul. He threw his head back and roared. The sounds he made heightened my own orgasm. I held on to him, like I could be his anchor.
Afterward, we lay tangled together, both breathing hard. Kent disposed of the condom before pulling me against his chest, his fingers combing through my hair.
“That was….” I began, then trailed off with a satisfied sigh.
“Amazing,” he finished for me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Beautiful.”
“Yeah.”
“Should I go?”
“No. Stay.”
“Are you sure. Is there going to be drama?”
“No one will know,” I said.
I should have felt awkward lying there with a man I barely knew, should have been second-guessing my impulsive decision. Instead, I felt more relaxed than I had in months. The constant tension I carried in my shoulders was gone, replaced by a languid satisfaction that made my eyelids heavy.
“Wild horses couldn’t drag me away,” he murmured against my hair.
For the first time in months, I fell asleep easily, wrapped in Kent’s arms with a smile on my face.