A Woman Made For Sin

by Michele Sinclair

  Reece groaned and Aimee’s eyes closed as the full force of his hunger broke over her. This kiss was not like the others. In those, Reece had held something back. Now, she could feel a new level of tension radiating from him. He was no longer trying to fight his desires. Instead, he was surrendering to them, and in return she was giving him everything she had. It was too late to retreat, even if she had wanted to do so. Her whole being was already committed.

  A soft whimper came from deep in Aimee’s throat and the soft, sensual sound nearly pushed reason aside. Reece was already tight and hard with arousal and he had to fight to remain in self-control. He refused to just bury himself in her. Aimee would know the beauty and all the pleasure of making love.

  Reece’s lips captured hers one more time before trailing to her jaw and down her neck. Aimee could hear his breathing—harsh, uncontrolled, and ragged with need. It excited her almost as much as his touch did. His hands were gliding over the soft material, up and down her back until they cupped her cheeks. Remembering what those fingers had done to her in December, a frisson of longing rippled on the surface of her skin and Aimee moaned her pleasure into his chest.

  Reece whispered her name. An aching hunger was growing in him that only Aimee could assuage. He needed to touch her, see her. Not daring to raise his mouth from hers, he started to slowly slide the gown down her shoulders. His lips followed, leaving a trail of sensual kisses along her collar bone. When he moved the material down her arms to reveal her chest, he stared in awe. Her skin was creamy and flawless.

  Something fluttered in her stomach as she saw him taking her in. She drew in an unsteady breath and let the gown fall to the floor.

  Slowly and seductively, his gaze slid downward. “You are so beautiful,” he muttered, overwhelmed with emotion.

  A small thrill shot through her, making her feel alive in a way she never had before. She was not going to retreat, but she suddenly felt lost. She had been pretending to be knowledgeable in the art of seduction, but the confidence she had mustered was disappearing fast. “I don’t know what to do.”

  Reece’s eyes darkened to an intense blue hue. “Just let me love you,” he whispered, his concentration strained. She was so perfect that all he could think about was touching her.

  Gathering her in his arms, Reece returned his lips to hers and instantly his body reacted to the touch of her naked skin. Need tore through him. He was on fire. His blood, his muscles, every fiber of his body burned for her.

  Their lips embraced, moving hungrily against each other. Tongues teased, tasted, tantalized. Aimee was breathless and anxious and exhilarated at the same time. Never had she felt as beautiful as she did in his arms. Gone was any fear. She felt only passion and love.

  Reece held her close, becoming intoxicated with the feel of her skin against him. His body was tight and so hot he thought he could breathe out steam. He knew he was in danger but fought to remain in control. He kissed her again and, feeling her quiver to the point she could no longer stand, he swept her up in his arms and made his way to the bed.

  Aimee closed her eyes, basking in Reece’s strength. He carried her as though she were weightless. Never having been petite like Millie, the thought of a man wrapping his arms around her with ease was one she had refused to entertain. But Reece was no gentleman of leisure. The arms encompassing her were taut with muscle, just like the rest of his body. Awed by such strength, Aimee began to stroke his torso through the opening of his shirt.

  Reece moaned as the soft touch of her fingers brushed erotically over his skin. He was burning with desire. The feel of Aimee in his arms and her softness cradled against his chest was almost too good to believe. Reece still could not fathom why a woman so beautiful, generous, and passionate would want him, but he no longer had the strength to push her away. Not now. He no longer needed to justify what he felt. There was a rightness in being with her. Aimee felt like his soul mate, and only when he was with her would he ever feel whole.

  When Reece slipped away, Aimee opened her eyes just in time to see him divest his final piece of clothing. Pressing her thighs together, she bit her lip as her hungry gaze wandered over his body. She had never seen a man fully naked before. Reece’s muscles rippled across his chest and stomach, but unlike the other large, brawny men of his crew, there was a trained and controlled power radiating from him. She could have examined dozens of nude men before him, but Aimee knew that none would have compared to him.

  His blue, watchful eyes never left hers as he lowered himself slowly on top of her, pushing her into the pillows. Every nerve ending in Aimee’s body immediately responded. When she felt the unmistakable evidence of his desire pressed against her, she sucked in her breath and reached out to touch him, verifying he was real.

  Reece shuddered as her fingertips began to trace the contours of his arms. He wanted to give her time, but he could not take his gaze away from her mouth. It was slightly open, beckoning him to kiss her. Powerless to stop himself, he lowered his lips to hers. The pressure against her mouth was deep and persuasive and undeniable, but Aimee did not retreat. Instead, she moaned with pleasure and stroked his tongue with her own. In return, he feasted on her, devouring the sweet interior she so willingly offered.

  Aimee had been told by countless men and women of her beauty, but in Reece’s arms she finally felt the words might actually be true. His hands were caressing her everywhere—her shoulders, her arms, her back, and she loved the size and warmth of them. Needing to touch him in return, she pressed her mouth to his neck, relishing the salt-tinged flavor of his skin.

  Reece closed his eyes. Her breath felt warm and sweet on his skin. The agony of staying away these past few months was nothing compared to the torment of her touch. His hand slid over her thigh, and the shiver that raced through her set him on fire. He had been a fool to believe time and distance could cause him to forget how incredibly soft her skin was. But this time his naked body was touching hers, and it only intensified his pleasure.

  Aimee moaned again and began to move under his touch. Every muscle in her body was tight with sexual tension and it was taking all Reece had to control the urge to pin her hips and possess her. He needed to stop her restless motions and trapped her legs between his muscular thighs. Catching her chin between thumb and forefinger, he turned her head so she met his eyes. Passion and love stared back at him. No hesitation. No hidden questions. No desire for delay. He shuddered in response and closed his mouth over hers for a long moment before his lips freed hers to trace her jaw and trail downward.

  Head tilted back, Aimee sank her fingers into Reece’s hair and gasped as he found the pulse at the base of her throat. His chest rubbed against her nipples and she arched her back, lissome and eager for more. Strong, powerful hands shifted to her waist and her breathing fractured as he began a sinuous, tantalizing glide upward along her body.

  Aimee quivered again, and God help him, it only made Reece want to touch her more. He could not get enough. His fingers tightened about her slender form, momentarily pausing before he let them slowly slide upward until at last they found her breasts. His thumbs grazed across her nipples and she shuddered at the first rough touch.

  A sweet, hot flame was scorching through her and Aimee realized she was holding her breath. The moment his hands found her breasts, she thought she would go out of her mind. The sensations Reece was creating were unlike anything she had ever experienced. He gently caught one hard little berry between his fingers and squeezed carefully, sending a shaft of longing racing through her. She wanted to touch him, to explore his body as he was exploring hers, but her body could only feel, not respond to commands.

  He was so hard, Reece feared he might burst, but he refused to hasten toward his goal. Her throaty mews and lusty moans were the sweetest melodies, and he needed to hear more. Using his thumbs, he coaxed her nipples until they were hard and straining. His eyes were shadowed with dark excitement as he bent his head to kiss the side of her throat before moving down to capture
one taut and throbbing bud between his lips. Firm and ripe, sexual tension seized him anew as the taste of it sent a shudder of excitement through him.

  Aimee’s breathing quickened the moment he took her breast into his mouth and ran his tongue across the tip. At first he did no more than flick his tongue over the sensitive flesh, but soon he began to suckle. The added stimulus was almost too much, and Aimee writhed beneath him. His tongue was blissful torture. The suction caused her to lose all restraint. She twisted and moaned. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and the heat between her thighs grew even hotter.

  Reece smiled and suckled again, finding immense pleasure in Aimee’s uninhibited response. She was straining against his mouth and with each moan, her back arched and the innocent pressure of her hips against his groin caused the muscles in his abdomen to tighten further. Soon the sensation would be unendurable. Momentarily he raised his head, and upon hearing her whimpering protest, a satisfied grin spread across his handsome face. Then he switched to the other side, repeating his sensual assault while his kneading fingers possessively cupped and stroked her newly deserted rosy peak.

  When Reece pulled away, Aimee heard herself cry out and arch upward. She was stunned by the degree of abandonment she felt, and yet she could not help but react so openly to his onslaught. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful. Running her hands through his thick, unruly hair, she pulled him closer. He answered her unspoken request and flicked his tongue over her hardened peak again and again, while gently rasping his teeth against it.

  One hand continued its massage on her breast as he worshipped the other with his mouth, sucking until the nipple was a hard nub. He longed to taste all of her, know all of her, touch and caress her whole body, making it quiver in desire. Edging his knee more deeply upward, he lodged it between her thighs and gloried in the sultry heat that emanated from between her legs. For he was the cause.

  The pressure of his knee sent shivers of ecstasy through her frame, which made her tremble all the more. The passion that had lain buried inside her since December had reawakened, and she wanted more. She began to kiss him wherever she could. Her hands drifted over his back, his sides—touching him in all the places her fingertips could reach. Desire continued to scorch through her, igniting needs for which she had no name. “Reece,” she whispered against his neck, needing more but not knowing how to say it.

  “Yes . . .” he half asked, half teased. Her soft entreaty was making him burn. When she leaned into him and tilted her head back for his kiss, he had no will to resist. Reece took her mouth hungrily. His tongue thrust into her mouth and she responded in kind. Undisciplined, untamed, and unrestrained.

  Aimee pushed her head back against the pillow and opened her mouth to draw breath. His lips returned to her breast, where they gently tugged and his tongue rasped across the very sensitive tip, but she knew she was not alone in her growing desire. She could feel Reece growing ever more ready and Aimee ground her hips against him to encourage him into action. She remembered the sensations his fingers could create and so did her lower body. Aimee moved again and this time, his mouth let go of her as he moaned.

  Leaving both breasts swollen and aching, Reece covered them with his chest again and captured her mouth in a long, searing kiss that made her cry out for more. “Please . . .” she begged.

  Intensely aware of his own sensual hunger, Reece buried his face against her throat with a soft groan of desire. He was not sure how much longer he could last, but he vowed she would never regret choosing him. He drew his palm down between her breasts and over the small curve of her stomach. Her hands began moving up and down his broad back, encouraging him though he needed none.

  He placed another soft, sensual kiss on the sweet, scented curve of her breast. Then with a low, husky groan, he closed his hand possessively over her, lacing his fingers through the soft thatch of hair between her legs. He paused and soon Aimee cried out softly as a deep tremor shook her. She clung to him. “Reece, please,” she whispered.

  “Please what?” he asked. “This?” Reece slid one finger across the small pleasure bud hidden in the soft hair and Aimee sucked in her breath and nodded. Watching her, he stroked her slowly, barely parting her with his fingers, teasing her opening. She shuddered beneath the sensual onslaught, but she did not pull back from it. Instead, she thrust herself against him, prodding him to tease her into something she could not name. He kissed her passionately and at the same time slowly began to move his finger deeper into her channel.

  Aimee buried her face against his shoulder. He eased his finger back out of the snug passage and used her own moisture to massage her small, swelling button of desire. Reece had touched her before, but this time it was somehow different. This time it was possessive. He was marking her as his. She wanted to do the same to him but she was powerless to think, to do anything but drown in the sensations he was creating within her. He repeated the action slowly and deliberately, easing his finger into her and then teasing her flesh. Again and again he did it until she thought she would die. She wanted more, needed more, and began to writhe against his hand, demanding Reece give what her body so desperately needed.

  She was melting for him, hungry for him and arching against his hand, begging for more. Never had pleasuring a woman provided such enjoyment. But touching Aimee, feeling her arch against his palm as he penetrated her, was unlike anything he had ever known. This incredible lady wanted him. All her heat belonged to him and only him, and that knowledge was close to pushing Reece over the brink of sanity. Soon he would lose what little control he had left, and she needed to be prepared.

  He introduced a second finger into her and slowly began to separate his fingers, stretching her gently. Aimee bucked, and as she cried out, his mouth slanted over hers, swallowing her shouts of excitement. His tongue mimicked his fingers penetrating, stroking, taking, as they slid deeper, widening her slick, hot channel. He stroked and caressed, drawing forth the wet heat until she was half mad with desire, calling out his name. He wanted to hear more. God, he couldn’t get enough of her.

  Aimee was sure she was on fire and that burning flames were scorching her skin. She felt unbelievable and impatient, fulfilled yet wanting, elated but apprehensive. She wanted more of him inside her and again pushed her hips into his hand, seeking release from the tension suffusing her body. “Reece, I don’t . . . I can’t . . . oh God.” Aimee was only half aware of what he was doing to her. The only thing she truly understood was that she did not want him to stop. A twisting sensation began to build swiftly inside her and in the next moment, she arched her back and cried out his name when the splendor erupted inside her.

  The sight of her writhing naked in his bed, crying out in ecstasy while demanding more, was an overwhelming invitation Reece could not deny. With the evidence of her readiness on his fingers, and her hips pressing so eagerly against his own, it was all he could do to restrain himself from thrusting into her right then and riding her climax. But this was her first, and he would be her only. When women chattered about the laziness and selfishness of their lovers, Aimee would never know what they meant.

  His sense of urgency was growing beyond control. Desire roared in him, for her body and all the things she could bring him. He leaned toward her and put his forehead on hers, cradling her face in his strong hands. He breathed in her scent and gently brushed his lips against hers. “Oh God, Aimee,” he rasped, disclosing an undercurrent of doubt. “I should not . . . but I need you. God knows how much I need you,” he whispered, afraid she might realize her mistake and resist.

  He paused, his lips so close to hers she could feel his breath on her upper lip. His gaze held hers. Aimee could not look away and did not dare breathe. She doubted she would ever get accustomed to the intensity that Reece was able to channel through his eyes. The look of primal hunger in them now made her heart race. His knee pushed her legs apart and he positioned his hips above hers.

  Reece saw the fear flash in her eyes and his heart seized. He pushed h
er hair off of her shoulders. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.” He placed soft, passionate kisses on her throat. “I swear it. I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you.” Then he leaned down and kissed her again—hot and searing, melting any resistance.

  His need had become painful, and he could no longer deny his own release. As slowly as he could manage, he settled himself between her silky thighs, lifted her hips, and began to penetrate. Upon entry, she began to twist, forcing herself forward against him. He had fully intended to enter her slowly, but when she arched her hips, he felt her warmth and could not stop. He drove deep, praying she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  A sharp stinging pain seized Aimee. She closed her eyes and gasped in astonishment. Reece distracted her with a kiss while he held himself completely still, filling her, claiming her, as her body adjusted. He was big. Opening her and stretching her, he was making a place for himself in the very heart of her. The hurt began to dissipate, and in its wake was something new. Surprisingly, her body welcomed him, both his size and length, and suddenly Aimee knew she was now in a position to offer him the pleasure he had given her.

  The sudden sensation surrounding his manhood almost undid Reece. Entering her was like entering the gates of heaven. Warm and tight, he felt himself coming apart and had to remind himself to take it slowly. Carefully he eased out of her with torturous care and then filled her again with even more tormenting gentleness. Each time brought more pleasure, more pressure, until she lifted herself against him, silently demanding that he quicken the pace.

  Reece balanced himself on his elbows and tried to control the depth of his steady thrusts. His jaw locked with the effort and his shoulders strained. The encouragement Aimee was offering was the undoing of all his good intentions. With the increasing urgency of her body’s unconscious demands, she pushed against him once more and dug into his shoulders with her fingernails. “Reece,” she begged.