Irresistible Forces

by Brenda Jackson

  “Dominic!”

  He reached down and his hands found their mark between her legs. She was hot, wet and ready. And there was that annoying ache that she needed him to take away. Intense emotions were tearing into her and creating a raw need she had never felt before.

  “And now I give you my baby,” he rasped near her ear.

  Dominic’s words, both confident and arrogant, nearly took her breath away. But she didn’t have time to think about that when she suddenly found herself flat on her back beneath him. His masculine physique towered over her, every perfectly formed muscle.

  She looked up into his eyes, locked in his gaze the moment he gripped her hips and raised them to him. Then he entered her. It was a joining so grand, so absolute that it almost brought tears to her eyes. Her body automatically gave in to him, stretched for him. And when he began moving, it had her trembling inside. Heat flared within her, taking over her mind and body with an intensity that shook her to the core. But Dominic didn’t let up. He painstakingly increased the tempo, amplified the pace. Holding her body immobile beneath his, he began pumping into her nonstop with possessive deliberation, timeless precision.

  Taylor’s body was suddenly hit with something akin to an electrical shock and she felt her muscles clenching, tightening. She pulled him deeper inside of her when waves of pleasure consumed her body. The exact moment she came, he did, as well, and she heard Dominic’s deep, guttural growl and felt his hot release shoot to her womb.

  He bucked inside her again at the same time she felt the warmth of his breath on her lips mere seconds before he took her mouth with a hunger that sent her over the edge yet again. Sensations rippled through her body when she was hurled into yet another orgasm and felt intense pleasure consume every part of her.

  Dominic had been right. They were burning up the sheets.

  Chapter 6

  Dominic felt himself floating back down to earth after having soared to the stars and beyond. He felt as if he’d had an out-of-body experience and had been blasted right out of this hemisphere. There had never been a time when he’d made love to a woman and had been left feeling that way. He lay there transfixed, drained and completely satisfied.

  But still, that didn’t keep him from wondering what the hell had happened. Why even now, when Taylor was trying hard to catch her own breath, he wanted to make love to her again, detonate into another explosion. How had it come to this?

  Maybe it had been that sexy red much-of-nothing nightie she’d been wearing. Or it could have been the fact that the last time he’d made love to a woman had been months ago. And just possibly, it could have been that damn book he’d been flipping through earlier, seeing all those different lovemaking positions in vivid color. He knew any number of things could have raised his testosterone to a degree that even after two orgasms still had him hard and refusing to disconnect his body from hers. That was the strangest thing of all. Never had he made love to a woman and not wanted to come out of her afterward. But with Taylor, he liked the thought they were still intimately joined.

  “You haven’t gone down.”

  He moved to let his gaze rest on her eyes. An incredulous look glazed their depths with that observation. “No, I haven’t,” he admitted, feeling his erection harden even more as he spoke. “I like being inside you.” And that wasn’t a lie, not even close to a mild exaggeration.

  He then ran his eyes over the rest of her. She was lying on her side facing him, her naked skin a dark hue against the sharp whiteness of the bedspread. Her breasts were full and firm, her stomach taut and flat with a small tattoo of a panther near her hip bone. That was the most of what he saw, since his leg was thrown over her, locking her body in place to his. He had her in one hell of a pose.

  Even now what was so vividly clear in his mind was the exact moment he’d reached his first climax with her while thrusting into her repeatedly, liking the way her inner muscles had clamped tight around him, holding him in their grip, milking everything out of him and—

  “Now you’re getting bigger.”

  Her voice sliced through his thoughts. Then with full awareness of what was taking place, he tightened his legs, keeping her in a fixed position beside him. “I know,” he said huskily, unable to stop what was about to happen yet again.

  He heard her suck in a trembling breath, watched as her eyes darkened to the point where he could barely see the long lashes covering them. But he was able to make out the expression on her face. There was something about seeing the look of an aroused woman, especially a totally naked one.

  He reached out and rubbed the tip of his finger around her belly button. His caress didn’t alter when he heard the sharp change in her breathing pattern or when he felt the slight quivering of her thighs beneath his.

  “What are you doing to me?” she asked softly, barely able to enunciate any of the words.

  Hearing the lack of comprehension in her voice endeared her to him even more. He figured that he could show her better than tell her. Leaning forward, he came within inches of her lips. “Um, what do you think I’m doing?” he asked, as he softly stroked the flat planes of her stomach with his fingertips.

  “I—I can’t think,” she whispered, closing her eyes on a throaty sigh.

  “Then don’t. Just feel.”

  And then he began moving, excruciatingly slow, deep inside her, gradually withdrawing, then filling her again, deeper still in a leisurely measured thrusting motion. He felt sensations sear through the both of them from such a long, drawn-out and unhurried mating process.

  “Open your eyes, Taylor,” he whispered in a raspy voice, as he continued to thrust slowly in and out of her, savoring each and every time he did so.

  He watched as she did what he asked, met her gaze mere seconds before he leaned closer and took her mouth. The stroke of his tongue with hers was as slow and deliberate as the mating of their bodies—surging forward, retreating and then surging forward again.

  Then something inside him snapped and without disconnecting from her, he shifted his body astride her, crossed her leg over his in a scissors position, allowing deeper penetration with her being the one in control using her thighs. It was different from the more common lovemaking positions because all four of their legs were intercrossed. He had seen this particular position in the book but was well familiar with “cuissade,” which derived from the French. It was a position he had first used with a woman the year he’d turned eighteen when his parents had sent him to spend the summer in Paris with his father’s childhood friend Jacques Gaston and his family. The Gastons’ young, sexually active housekeeper had been more than happy to visit his room every night when her employers were asleep. He had received quite an education that summer.

  Not wanting to think of anything other than the woman in his arms, Dominic lowered his head and kissed Taylor at the same time he slowly began moving in and out of her again. He could feel his erection expanding inside her with each gentle thrust he took.

  She suddenly pulled her mouth away from him. “Dominic!”

  He felt her muscles tighten around him and clench him in an unwavering grip. Her thighs began to quiver uncontrollably and due to the deliberate pressure of her thighs on his legs, the motion had the ability to shake him to the core. Sensations began spurting through him, eliciting his own torrid release. He felt the full impact of their orgasm in every part of his body.

  “Taylor,” he said in a guttural groan before leaning over and kissing her while simultaneously releasing inside her the life-creating substance that would produce a baby.

  His baby.

  Their baby.

  Never before had he wanted such a thing to happen more than he did now. He released her mouth and reached out and placed a gentle hand on her stomach as if willing it so. She gazed up at him, as if understanding the meaning of what he was doing. The possibility that she was perceptive enough to interpret his thoughts had a nerve-tingling effect on him.

  For a fraction of a second, he j
ust stared at her, feeling the heated flush of their connected bodies. It was nothing short of pure, raw sexual pleasure. And as he eased his body to lie beside her, still not ready to pull out of her, he looked forward to the next time they would make love.

  “Thank you for calling room service and asking that they deliver our dinner at a more convenient time,” Taylor said after taking a sip of her iced tea. It was harder than she thought it would be to sit across from Dominic and attempt to eat a full-course meal. Each and every time his gaze touched her, she would feel the potent, invisible caress all over her body, making her remember what the two of them had shared in the bedroom.

  “I think they understood, since we weren’t the only couple who postponed dinner to later,” Dominic said, pushing his plate back.

  Taylor watched the gesture and swallowed deeply. It had been but a couple of hours since they’d last made love yet he wanted her again. The realization sent a shiver down her spine, because she wanted him, too. She picked up the tea glass and looked at it. The server had blatantly told them that it was plum tea, known as the ultimate erotic energizer. She believed him. After taking only a few sips she had felt a surge in her pulse, a pull in her belly and a throb between her legs. She’d thought a full stomach would rectify the problem but it hadn’t.

  Still, she took another sip of the tea, knowing it was coursing through her bloodstream, releasing something she really didn’t need, considering her and Dominic’s actions of earlier. All he had to do was look at her and she felt the need to jump his bones. After making love that last time they had fallen asleep, only to wake up and make love again. Four times in one evening was definitely setting a record for her.

  “Did you want to watch that movie later?”

  She glanced over at him. “What movie?”

  “The one the resort suggested that all the couples watch.”

  Oh, that movie. Her heart began thumping at what the movie was probably about. “Do you think we need to watch it?”

  He chuckled. “No, but we might find it interesting.”

  She was pretty certain they would. “I’ll do whatever you want to do,” she decided.

  He met her gaze. “What if I told you I wanted to clear this table and take you right on top of it?”

  A vision of such a thing happening immediately speared through her mind and had hot blood rushing through her veins. “Would you really want to do that?”

  “Yes.” He didn’t miss a beat in responding. “You would be my dessert, Taylor.”

  He was giving her a wicked smile but she knew he was dead serious. She could feel her muscles weaken, her insides tremble. She also knew he was getting her hot and bothered on purpose. They were sitting across from each other wearing the resort’s complimentary bathrobes without a stitch of clothing underneath. It wouldn’t be hard to do what he’d suggested. In fact it would be downright easy with the way she was feeling.

  She leaned forward knowing she was exposing a little of her cleavage in the process since her robe wasn’t pulled tightly together. “I’ve never been taken on a table before but I don’t want my first time to be planned. I want it to be spontaneous. I want it to just happen.”

  “Okay.”

  He had agreed as if such a thing happening wouldn’t pose a problem. “I like surprises,” she decided to add.

  “You also enjoy giving surprises,” he said, taking a sip of his own tea. “I wasn’t expecting that sexy red number you put on earlier.”

  She smiled, pleased she had caught him off guard. “Yes, I know.”

  “I owe you one.”

  She wanted to tell him he had already delivered four times tonight, but decided she shouldn’t be counting, although she was. “I’m looking forward to payback time.”

  Another smile touched his lips. “So, do we do the movie?”

  She met his gaze. It was either do the movie or do each other and she figured their bodies needed a time-out period. “Yes, we do the movie.”

  Dominic glanced at the clock on the wall. The movie titled A Hot Winter’s Night was to start in about fifteen minutes. He was sitting at one end of the sofa with Taylor at the other. He inwardly chuckled at the thought that they had unconsciously placed distance between them and he knew why. If they got any closer they would end up not watching the movie.

  He couldn’t release from his mind the thought of the time he had made love to her using the cuissade position with slow, elicit detail. He had been able to stare into her face, see each and every passionate response. He had held back from taking her fast and hard, much preferring to savor each and every thrust. There was another particular position he wanted to try with her before the week was out and he felt his erection throb at the thought.

  “Tell me some more about your family,” he said, to pass the time and to get making love to her again off his mind…for now.

  She glanced over at him. “What do you want to know?”

  He shrugged. “Anything you want to tell me.”

  So she began talking, and he listened…at least he tried to. But it was hard while observing the movement of her breasts when she used her hands when talking. Whenever she moved her hands her breasts would stick out, press against the fabric of the robe. Watching it made him want to ease over her and remove the robe from her and then take his mouth and have his way with not only her breasts, but every inch of her. That was something he hadn’t done yet. Taste her. His tongue was more than anxious for that to happen.

  “Dominic?”

  Her saying his name got his attention. “Yes?”

  “I’ve finished telling you about my family and was asking you to tell me about yours.” She smiled. “You obviously weren’t paying attention.”

  He laughed. “Obviously.” He leaned back against the sofa. “So what do you want to know?”

  “Anything you want to tell me since my baby will be a Saxon. Any aunts and uncles? Grandparents?”

  He shook his head. “No, neither of my parents have siblings.” And because he didn’t consider himself as having a grandparent, he said, “And no grandparents, either. I do have godparents, though.”

  He then told her about the Gastons. In the middle of the conversation the movie started and all talking between them ceased as their attention was drawn to the big television screen in front of them.

  Taylor bit the insides of her lip as she stared at the television screen. The movie was as erotic as it could get. It definitely had to be X-rated or possibly double X-rated. The first time a love scene had flashed on she’d actually blushed watching it with Dominic. He, on the other hand, seemed pretty relaxed and at some point had stretched his legs out into a more comfortable position. But he had remained on his end of the sofa and she on hers. However, even with distance between them, seeing the naked actors and actresses hadn’t stopped heat from traveling up her spine or her imagining her and Dominic in the starring roles.

  “Do you know why the resort wanted us to watch this tonight?” he broke into the silence between them to ask.

  She figured he knew the answer but wanted to hear her opinion. “Because it’s sexually explicit imagery, designed to stimulate.”

  He glanced over at her. “Is it?”

  Her eyebrows pressed together. “Is it what?”

  “Stimulating you?”

  She shrugged. “Somewhat. I guess seeing two sexy people on a screen making out would stimulate most since it shows variety, new ideas and different positions.”

  She glanced over at him. “Is it stimulating you?”

  “Yes.”

  Suddenly the television screen went black and it was then that she noted he held the remote in his hand. She wanted to think “typical male” but she knew there wasn’t anything typical about Dominic.

  “Slide over here for a minute, Taylor.”

  She swallowed deeply as she met his gaze. Emotions swirled within her at the desire he wasn’t trying to hide in his eyes. “Why?” she asked, barely able to get the single word out.r />
  “Because I want you over here with me right now.”

  She heard the tenseness in his voice and for a long, endless moment, she didn’t say anything, and then, “Is it necessary?”

  “Trust me on this, Taylor. It is.”

  She had been watching the television as he’d been doing and recalled what had been playing before it had gone black. The couple had been making out on the sofa, performing oral sex on each other.

  He was still staring at her when she finally slid over toward him, coming to sit directly next to him. With a throaty chuckle and not knowing what to expect, she said, “Well, here I am.”

  He leaned his face closer to hers. “I want you even closer.”

  She felt sizzling heat flow through her veins. “If I get any closer, Dominic, I’ll be in your lap.”

  He gave her a sexy smile. “Yeah, I know.” And then he reached out and lifted her into his lap. She quickly realized the enormous size of his erection. It was protruding hard against her bottom. She placed her arm around his neck, which made her bathrobe gape open. Before she had a chance to pull it back together, Dominic’s hands were there. “No, let it stay open,” he said in a deep, husky voice.

  The warmth of his touch on her skin sent shivers down her spine. He then leaned closer and gently dropped his head in the center of her chest and brushed a kiss there. Then she felt a flick of his tongue and a lick in that very spot. She could feel the area between her legs getting wet. So easily and just that quickly.