Chapter 3 #2
She stared at him curiously as she tried to steady her racing heart.
"What..."
"I'm going to come at you like an animal in heat."
He took several steps back, hands clenched at his sides.
"You know the first time we..."
"We tore into each other and that was not the first time."
She stopped and shook her head when he stepped back.
"It's what we do."
"You're pregnant. With twins."
"So what? You're not going to make love to me..."
"I want to be gentle."
He took several deep breaths.
"I can't. Let me gather my composure and then..."
"I want you deep inside me."
She smiled when his eyes flared.
"When you kiss me, I feel smoke coming out my ears. My heart beating so fast, I fear it would beat right out of my chest. When you touch your mouth to my nipples, I turn inside out."
He was backed against the wall, his chest heaving.
"Baby..."
He watched transfixed as she started to take off her clothes. This was not the first time she stripped for him, but it had been so long since she did anything so provocative.
The top went first, pooling around her feet. His eyes were fixed on the scrap of silk and lace covering her small breasts and he was imagining the flesh filling his palms to perfection.
When she unhooked the front clasp and shrugged off the straps, he was surprised his knees could hold him up.
"No."
Shaking her head, she stopped him from moving towards her.
"Kiara, you're killing me."
His voice was strained. He was already as hard as steel.
"Stay right where you are."
She toed off her sandals and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her baggy slacks. He had been inside his home office when she was getting dressed, so it never occurred to him that she would not be wearing panties. She wasn't.
His mouth went as dry as dust as she peeled the slacks off to reveal naked flesh.
"I keep getting chafed."
Kicking away the clothing, she started forward.
"You didn't tell me. I should rub some..."
"Later."
Spreading her hands over his chest, she started on the buttons of his cotton shirt.
"The first time I saw you naked, I was very impressed."
She was killing him, slowly, by degrees.
"I thought to myself that this was one magnificent body."
She slid the shirt over his shoulders and let it flutter to the floor. His white tee came next and he accommodated her by lifting his hands so she could take it off.
A sound hummed in her throat as she gazed on the ripples of subtle muscles beneath tanned skin. Sliding her fingers through the crisp hairs covering his chest, she felt when his muscles quivered and marveled at the power she held.
Dipping her head, she planted butterfly kisses from his throat to his collarbone, moving downwards until she was toying with his nipple.
"Sweetheart."
Further words failed him. Smothering an oath, he scooped her into his arms and marched towards the bed. Laying her down carefully, he made short work of getting rid of the rest of his clothing.
"I need a minute."
He told her hoarsely as he stood there staring down at her. She was perfect. There was nothing wrong with her. She was small, and that gave him more than a twinge of fear and guilt as he wondered how on earth she was going to be able to carry two babies inside her.
"I'm waiting here."
Mentally shaking his head, he lowered himself and took several deep breaths.
"I don't want to hurt you."
Balling his hands into fists, he tried desperately to rein in his passion.
"And you won't."
Turning to face him, she pressed a hand to his chest and looked deep into his eyes. The green had darkened to almost black, as it did whenever he was overcome.
"You won't."
She repeated.
"Kiss me darling."
It took just that to make his control snap. Wrapping a hand at the back of her neck, he fisted his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck.
The neat chignon was destroyed as he tugged at pins and sent them flying. The kiss was potent. He felt the swift kick inside his stomach as his mouth touched hers.
She opened for him with an eagerness that had his blood heating. Every rational thought drained out of his head and left him feeling weak and dizzy.
His hands moved over her back and hips restlessly, possessively. She was his. She might not be wearing his ring or his name, but she belonged to him. As he was hers. Completely utterly hers.
From the first moment he laid eyes on her, she belonged to him. Dragging his lips from hers, he trailed kisses down her cheek, taking little bites from the skin of her neck until she was arching her body against his.
"Easy."
He whispered, his lips hovering over her nipple.
"Do you know what the hell you do to me?"
He asked her thickly.
"Show me."
Her fingers were biting into his back, her body already beyond aroused. She was dying to feel him deep inside her.
"Now. Show me now."
The tenuous control he had managed to hold onto was torn into shreds. His mouth latched onto her nipple with a fierce hunger that had her crying out.
He did not even feel when her fingers made grooves into the flesh of his back. Reaching between their bodies, he pressed his hand over her sex. That's all it took.
She erupted like a geyser, her body arching, sobs tearing at her throat. He savaged first one nipple and then the other and still it was not enough.
With a feral growl, his mouth raced down to her stomach where he spent time nibbling at her skin, then soothing it with his tongue. His babies were somewhere inside her, growing, feeding off her nutrients. It humbled him, aroused him to the point where he was maddened with desire.
"Oscar."
She twisted restlessly as his mouth covered the springy hairs covering her sex.
"I can't. Please. Oh God!"
"Take more."
He drove her up, his tongue plunging into her warmth and sending shockwaves pouring through her body. The release was explosive and had her crying out, body heaving.
When he covered her body with his and drove into her, she was still trembling. Her cheeks were wet, her heart racing.
"Oscar."
She had to swallow the lump that had lodged inside her throat. He had to take a beat. If he didn't, he would rip her in two.
He was hard as steel, throbbing inside her. She fitted him perfectly, like a tight wet fist. Gritting his teeth, he rolled his forehead on hers as he fought to control his desire.
She wrapped her hands around his neck and lifted her mouth to his. His control broke. With a tortured groan, he drove into her.
And knew that it would be over soon. When she stiffened and cried out his name, he joined her, the release long and overwhelmingly powerful as he poured himself inside her.
His body felt weak, his heart thundering, drowning out everything else. It took him a few minutes to crawl off her, and even then, he held onto her, breathing in her scent.
They were silent for a spell, as they tried to recover. Their first time together had shocked the hell out of both of them, leaving them spinning, control slipping away.
He recalled that after that night, she had avoided him, refusing to take his calls, until he had hunted her down at her friend's place and labeled her a coward.
"What?"
She murmured, seeing the smile curving his lips.
"I was recalling our first time together."
Her own smile came.
"You scared the crap out of me. I wanted nothing to do with you afterwards. When I decided to have sex with you, it was the hope that you would have a quick bang and go on your way."
His thick brows arched.
"Sorry to disappoint."
Her smile widened.
"You were a pain in the ass. Admit it."
Easing up, she propped her hands on his chest and settled her chin there.
"I'll admit nothing of the sort."
He retorted.
"I love it when your Irish is up. You pursued me relentlessly. When I turned you down, it became a challenge."
"I was attracted to you."
He corrected loftily.
"And I could not for the life of me see why you were being so bloody pigheaded about going out with me."
He looked so incensed that she had to bite back the laugh.
"That's because you're entitled and spoiled."
"I'm not bloody spoiled."
He was seriously nettled.
"You are."
She persisted.
"And not accustomed to women saying no to you. I refused to go out with you on principle."
"I see. You were merely trying to prove a point."
"That too. Oh, come on Oscar, it was a year ago, you cannot still be cut up about it."
"Can't I?"
He gave her a haughty look that had her biting back a smile.
"You led me on a merry chase. I wanted to wring your pretty little neck when I finally caught up with you."
Shifting so that she was on top of him, she cupped his face between her palms.
"You've learned to appreciate the hell out of me."
He struggled to remain aloof but failed. Her body was pressing on his and had desire shooting through him again.
"I'll be mad with you later on."
He promised. Dragging her head down, he closed his mouth on hers.