“You’re making me crazy, Steven.”
“Good,” he growled, dropping his shirt to the ground, and reached for the button on his pants.
“It’s not good, I can’t breathe.”
“That makes two of us,” he said, letting his pants fall to the floor. He stepped toward her naked. His carnal desire for her swept over him. He’d never wanted a woman so much in his life. There was no point in asking why. In this moment, he felt more powerful than he’d ever remembered. She looked terrified and exhilarated, her expression absolutely raw and unconcealed.
He covered her body with his strength, feeling her tremble beneath him. “I won’t hurt you, Moira.” His lips blazed a trail down her neck, and then he stopped—whispering in her ear, “But I will make you scream.” He swept her robe gently aside, pulling it from her shoulders, kissing her smooth skin as he did it.
He knew everything she would be feeling from the searing heat that would penetrate her to the ache between her legs. A little gasp escaped her lips when he found her nipple and gently teased it, pulling it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardening peak. Her body coiled all the way down to her toes. Gently, he coaxed her other nipple, pleasuring her. His erection brushed against her leg, leaving a trail of wetness.
Reaching for her hands, twining his fingers between hers, he pulled her arms above her head, imprisoning them there. A sharp jab of excitement rushed through him. “I’m going to make love to you, Moira,” he whispered against her skin. “Your fears are going morph into flame.” He kissed the pulsing vein in her neck. “You’re going to feel heat like you’ve never felt before take over your body.” He looked down at her, her siren eyes filled with desire for him. He smiled at her. “You’re going to break willingly, without even thinking about it because I’m going to make you feel so good.”
He took his time kissing her stomach down to her crown of barely-there curls. He kissed every inch of her body, making her tremble with his touch. As he rubbed his stubbled cheek along her inner thigh, he blew his warm breath over her sweetest place. The scent of her sex called to his tongue as he gave in to desire and let it dance across her wetness. She sucked her breath in sharply when he drew her nub between his lips. He took his time loving her. In complete control of her, he licked her from back to front with a sensual rhythm, lingering on the sensitive area just above her clit. When he sensed her fever pitch revving up for a home run, he stopped.
A small cry escaped her lips. Gently, he slid his finger across her clit, then toyed with the opening to her channel. His lips followed close behind, his tongue lapped at her, making little figure eights around the hardened point, sending her body reeling. He slid his long finger into her slowly. When she tensed, he stopped, waiting for nature to pull rank and draw him in. As his thumb brushed against her firm nub she relaxed, and he slid the rest of the way inside her, gently pulling out. Taking his time, he slid his finger inside her again and again, going faster as he read the sway of her hips and her body’s hunger for the heady sensations that filled her. When her movements became more urgent and needy, he added a second. “That’s it, sweetheart, ride my fingers, feel it,” he whispered to her. His own words almost made him come, his heart thudding in his chest.
His entire body burned as he touched her, but he refused to give in to his own needs. This was for her. The blood boiling in his veins pulsed through him as if there wasn’t enough room to flow freely. Her channel opened for his touch, and then sucked at his fingers, clenching them.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered.
He wanted her body screaming with pleasure with every sensual lick of his tongue. All her fear turning to flame every time his lips wandered across her skin. Her hips rose, betraying her need for his touch, and he couldn’t believe what her desire did to him. Sensitive to her every movement he watched as her body tensed with passion then released with a tremble. Feeling her exotic rhythm dance around his hands drove his needs to a frenzy. Her curves called to his deepest desires.
“Enjoy it, Moira, because I’m going to love you till you’re begging me to end it,” he whispered in her ear.
And so he did, with his tongue, and with his body, his lips suckling her, drawing her clit into his mouth he watched her writhe with ecstasy. His hands roamed across her, but it didn’t satisfy his desire. He needed more of her. He could barely stand it, he wanted to love her so badly. Her skin so soft, it felt like he was touching air.
Her hips thrust toward him in a primal way. She was so wet the sheets dripped with her delicious silk, and he lapped at her hardened point, then teased it with quick little licks, drawing her closer to a climax, then let her calm down as he kissed her deeply. He drenched his fingers in her wetness then stroked them across her nipples, sucking them into his mouth. A moan escaped his throat. Why did she taste so good?
They had become one energy, one being. There was no beginning of him or end to her.
When she finally wrapped her arms around him, pulling him to her tightly, a warmth he had never known consumed him. He wasn’t screwing her. He knew that he was making love to this woman. Her soft hands grasped his jaw, lifting his face to look into her eyes.
“Steven?”
“Say it, Moira,” he breathed, his heart pounding in his chest as his eyes pierced hers.
She hesitated, but the swirl of his finger grew quicker around her clit, and her eyes spoke before she did. “I need you deep inside me.”
Her body arched on the bed, as he tempted her opening with his erection. Her hips rubbed against his like she was a wild cat in heat. He knew she wanted him with every fiber of her being, but in that moment he realized he wanted the same thing.
“Make love to me, Steven.”
He lost himself in her eyes. “And I want you, Moira, so much.” Raw desire rippled through his stomach. He slid off the bed, wrapping his arms around her thighs, pulling her toward him as she opened like a flower for him. She was so perfect, her sweetest place so beautifully shaped, seductively wet and wanting. He gently ran his throbbing head through her folds, and they cried out together with anticipation.
He convulsed, feeling her against him as he slid himself between the lips of her sex. He nudged his head at her opening, and his entire body shuddered. He would have to be careful not to hurt her, but he wanted to plunge his head inside of her more than anything he had ever craved in his life. She looked into his eyes, needing him, trusting him. His heart exploded with emotion as his body pulsed with sensory overload when he entered her, thrusting his hardness inside her. He slid in so easily with her wetness, her channel felt like velvet cocooning him.
A groan of pleasure shot from his throat as his body seized with the force that took over him, as they became one. He almost lost it when her own hand snaked down her body to reach for her glistening point, rubbing it gently. As the fire grew in her, it engulfed him, and he drove himself into her.
Deep, powerful strokes forced another groan of immense pleasure from him. “Oh God, you feel so good to me,” he growled.
Their dance was pure ecstasy, almost torture. He would never last long inside her. She was so incredibly hot. She raised her hips, taking his entire shaft in. He stopped, wanting it to last, but he felt the crest consuming him. He fought it, and it only made him hotter.
He wanted her to come with him in the same moment. He pulled out of her, and she cried out, her body demanding him. His next thrust sent him reeling. Their rhythm was beautiful torture for both of them. Her muscles contracted hard around him as her fingers tore at the sheets.
“Steven—please,” she cried out, as the orgasm jolted her entire body, her breasts arching into the air, her flesh contracting around him.
It was so violent, so seductive it set him off with a white flash of heat pulsating to his core as they both gave way to the wave of pleasure that shook them. The exquisite rush of agonizing ecstasy took hold of their bodies and their souls.
He felt his semen releasing into her, drawing every ou
nce of feeling to that one beautiful moment. Her muscles milked him, and instinctively he buried himself to the hilt, her body accepting all of him. Closing his eyes, he held on to the pleasure until it gently ebbed away. She quivered with aftershocks, igniting the same response inside him. Slowly she opened her eyes to gaze into his.
He gently released her legs and pulled her up on the bed, his body still jolting with sensitivity as he remained inside her, not wanting to leave her warm, silky sheath. Her arms snaked around him, pulling him to her as her soft lips took control of his mouth. She washed away everything inside him with her kiss. Like a sail filling with wind on the sea, she took over his senses, his heart, his mind—leaving him to float free, weightless. God, had he ever felt something like this before in his life? It was so pure, so fucking beautiful.
When she lay back to look at him, his entire being swarmed with a feeling he’d never known. It consumed him from his mind to his heart. “Moira—” He swayed his head to clear it. “God, as long as I live I will never forget this.”
“I don’t know what to say.” Her fingers followed the contours of his arm, then drifted to his stomach, finally coming to rest on his chest. “Can we do that again?”
“Oh, sweet Jesus, yes,” he rumbled and kissed her, rolling over and bringing her with him.
They lay in each other’s arms for a long time as the blue sky darkened. The lights of the strip threw up a glow to hover above the city. They were in their own little world, and for the first time that he could remember, he wanted to stay, here—with her. The familiar drive to leave never even entered his mind. There was no explaining how he felt about this woman. She was like no one else he’d ever known. Like a siren’s song, she called to him with her honesty, her laugh. Everything about her drew him in, and he couldn’t believe it. No one had ever made him feel this way. What the hell was happening?
It didn’t take long before he loved her again, and then again, and each time it was just as beautiful, just as sensual as the time before. They took their time, and Moira’s exotic touch, and the way she wove her body around his had him captured in her spell. He just kept needing her.
* * * *
“So this is what all the fuss is about?” she said, wrapped snuggly in his arms, her cheek against his muscled chest. “I feel so, so…I can’t even describe it. For an author that’s pretty bad. I feel so soft, free,” she said.
He broke into a smile as he ran his fingers through her luxurious curls that swept across his abdomen. “No, it’s much more than that.” His jaw tightened as his mind wandered to how he would eventually tell her who he was, but he still couldn’t bring himself to do it, so he pushed it away with another thought. “Aren’t you hungry? You didn’t have any lunch,” he teased.
“Oh, heck yes.” She blushed immediately. “Shower time,” she said brightly and jumped from the bed.
He watched her wander away from him. She really was shaped like an hourglass. Her hips flared with perfect symmetry rising to a slender waist. The small swell of her stomach was enticing to him, and the exotic sway of her walk made him want to follow without thinking twice about it. She might be forty, but her body made his stand to attention. No woman had drawn him that hard or that fast in his life. She wasn’t gangly with long legs—no, she was a beautiful little package. He had always disliked skinny women with straight hips. There was nothing to hang on to except bone. Moira was a woman with curves from her full breasts to her shapely calves.
His thoughts abruptly stopped as he spotted something on her upper right hip, just before her lovely ass swept to the shallow of her back. Had he missed a scroll from this afternoon? he wondered. He realized his beautiful siren had a tattoo. A wicked grin slipped onto his lips. She really was a daughter of Poseidon.
He vaulted off the bed. “Let me see that.” She half turned, and gave him the most delicious smile, then tried to run for the bathroom, but he caught her in his arms. His fingers ran across the colorful native design. “What is it?” he asked, kneeling to see it better.
“It’s my ass,” she said.
“Yeah, that it is.” Then he spanked her.
“Hey,” she bawled at him. “Fine—it’s a native drawing of a dolphin cresting the Pacific.”
He waited for more.
“The dolphin spirit bears both kindness and play energy. I did it to remind myself regardless of how heavy my burdens are there should always be time for the not-so-serious moments in life.” Her hand drifted through his hair. “And of course it’s the patron of all sailors, and it’s the insignia for the Canadian Coast Guard. God knows my job has ridden my ass for too many years. I thought I might as well make it permanent.”
“It’s beautiful on you,” he said, gently kissing it.
Her hand softly caressed his shoulder. “No, you are.”
His eyes darted upward to look into hers.
“I’m sure you’ve been told that by many women,” she said quietly.
Here he was, kneeling before a woman. “No one like you.” He hoped she could read the honesty in his eyes as he gently followed the contour of her rounded ass.
“Okay, I think I’m going to have enough trouble walking here, Mr. Porter,” she said. “Besides, isn’t this the moment you’re supposed to jump into your jeans and leave?”
She was right it was, and he crushed the thought into dust. “Sweet lady,” he replied, rising to tower above her, and sweeping her up into his arms. “I’m concerned for your safety. I’m simply going to make sure you don’t slip in the shower, that’s all.”
“Uh-huh.”
He twisted the shower knobs, tested the temperature, and pulled her in with him, letting the water cascade down their joined bodies. He washed her thoroughly, but by the end, she was crying out, her legs collapsing when his mouth brought her to yet another quivering mass of blissful ecstasy.
The steam from the shower filled the bathroom, making her tanned skin glisten. She dried herself off with the thick bath towel, and then wrapped it around her shapely frame. Slowly he began to regain his senses. This is where he normally departed. He got what he wanted. He’d made love to her. The truth was he’d never even stayed for a shower before. After screwing a woman, a coldness always dropped into the air, and into him.
He could leave without feeling any guilt. They’d both gotten what they wanted. He paused to watch her. Her hair, wet and dripping, left small droplets of water on her shoulders. Like small rivers, they flowed down her arms, and damn if he didn’t want to lick them off.
This was getting too intense. He didn’t even know who this guy was squatting inside him, telling him to stay. This wasn’t like him. He needed to go.
“Moira—” She turned her eyes to him. “I…”
Chapter Eight
As they walked through the casino, Steven wrapped his arm protectively around Moira’s shoulders. He promised Mandy he wouldn’t hurt her. That’s the only reason he was staying with her. He couldn’t just leave her after what they had just experienced together. Like Vince said, “it didn’t hurt to wine and dine her a little,” then he’d let her go gently. Speak of the devil, he thought, seeing Vince waving them over.
“Vince, maybe we can put that meeting off for a couple days,” he suggested, when they reached him.
Vince’s smile broadened. “Uh-huh, well maybe we should change the plan. Why don’t you both come to my place the day after tomorrow? We’ll have dinner together. My daughter really wants to meet you, Moira.”
“I don’t think I should just dump my crew. That’s not exactly polite,” she said.
“They’ll be fine. They’re having a good time, and so should you,” Steven said, pulling her closer. Moira peered up at him as he waited with a raised brow.
“I suppose they are. Sure,” she agreed.
“Sounds good, Vince,” he said.
“I need to get something at the amenities shop, Steven. I’ll be right back.” She pulled away from him.
His eyes remained on her
as she walked away.
“Attractive woman,” Vince said, eyeing him.
“Yes, she is.”
“I think, old friend, you’ve met your match. I’m just wondering whether you know you’re already well on your way to the ‘obey’ part of the ceremony?”
“What?” He took a step back. “We’ve only known each other for a day and half,” he said, laughing. Then he stopped. His little voice told him a part of the rebuff was a lie.
Vince answered his cell phone. “I’ll call you back in a couple of minutes,” he said. He disconnected the call. “How about seven then? I’m inviting a few other people over for after-dinner drinks.”
“We’ll be there.” Moira returned, and without even thinking twice, he curled his arm around her. “Now which one of your restaurants is the best for a late dinner?”
“What, no room service?” Vince asked.
Moira blushed. Her expression never wavered, but her red cheeks gave her away.
“Try Bottilegro, you won’t be disappointed. Put it on the suite. Call it an early gift.”
As they walked away, Steven glanced back at Vince with a raised brow. Early gift, he thought. What the hell’s he talkin’ about?
Moira said the same thing out loud. “What does he mean by early gift? Early gift for what?”
“I don’t know,” he said, thinking about it for a moment. He didn’t have to think long. He stopped in his tracks.
Moira stopped as well. “What’s wrong?”
“Ahh, something in my shoe,” he said quickly.
“Well, take your shoe off then, get it out of there.”
“Gone now.” He quickly pulled her through the throngs of people who breezed past one another in a hurry to get to where they were going.
* * * *
They were halfway through dinner, and on their second bottle of wine when he decided to tell her who he was. It would be better now than the possibility of her finding out at Vince’s get-together when they mingled with his other guests. She’d also been looking at him oddly as yet two more people had addressed him by name in the restaurant.
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