"You two head on up. I ... uh...” Martha's hands fluttered over her teased hair. “I need to make a quick trip out to see the gardener..."
"Mother, we'll—” William started as his mother bustled them aboard the lift.
"I, uh, have to stay on him to, uh, trim my roses.” The little lady turned and rushed down the hall before Amanda could say thank you for dinner.
"I hope we get to see your mother before we leave. She went to a lot of work arranging dinner and everything.” The doors of the lift closed.
William slid an arm around her shoulders. His fingers toyed with the black straps of her gown. “She just wanted to make you feel welcome."
"I know.” Amanda snuggled closer, rubbing her swollen breasts against his chest. The warm citrus scent of him caused her stomach to flutter with need.
With him arriving home late from work, they had been pushed to make it to his house on time. Then the moment they arrived, his mother had insisted they sit down and eat. If the lady had only known food wasn't what Amanda craved, dinner might have ended long ago.
Now her body was starving for William to take her over the edge and past the jagged cliffs of desire to the bliss of an orgasm.
His arms circled her back, and his hands brushed her breasts. He forced the evidence of his arousal into the space between her legs. Rock hard, the man was ready to fulfill her every desire.
"My suite takes up most of the third floor.” He directed her onto the landing when the doors opened.
He turned to the left. “I have a sitting room with an area for food preparations, a large bedroom for us and two other bedrooms for guests. Or we could use one of them for the baby."
He opened the door to his suite and stepped back for her to enter. Her gaze rushed immediately to the large glass wall on the far side of the room. She could see his well manicured yard and beyond to the tall mountain peaks in the distance. A large balcony lay just on the other side of a set of doors.
Moving past the wall of his chest, she brushed her hand over his jacket to the opening. She stepped forward, letting her fingers linger above his pressed shirt then slid down to the bulge in his pants. She barely skimmed the top of the fabric.
He groaned.
With her fingers only a quick flick away from the release mechanism, she could have him free of his clothing.
Instead, she strolled away, letting the room's décor draw her attention from his seductive body. Although masculine in design, the natural tones created a comfortable and cozy feel to the area, unlike the highly ornate furniture downstairs in the parlor.
Her heels sank into the thickness of the plush rug. She liked the soft cream contrast against the red tile floor.
A brown leather sofa sat almost in the center of the room. The L-shape afforded a guest not only a view of the scene outside but of the fireplace as well. The back of the couch created a walkway to a door. She assumed the room beyond was William's bedroom.
Behind the couch on a tall sofa table stood a large black statue of a dragon. Wings spread as if ready to take flight, the sculpture demanded the attention of every visitor. She stepped closer to examine the art work.
"This is really beautiful.” Amanda touched the small scales. Smooth, yet rough along the edges, the meticulous design sparked interest in the identity of the artist.
"Thank you, that's one of my brother's pieces.” William slid his arm around her waist and began nibbling on her ear. Her body responded to the call of his blood. The man was hungry, and she felt famished.
"Where is your brother? I thought he was going to be here tonight.” Amanda stared at the sculpture, thinking about the unique skill such a piece would require, trying her best to keep up a normal conversation when she wanted to scream with sexual frustration.
"Scott was detained by a better proposition,” William whispered before he turned her in the circle of his arms. “I didn't think you'd mind."
The dark lust in the depths of his eyes ignited a desire to claw off his clothes. She lifted her arms to rest them around his neck. “Are you going to show me your bedroom, or do you plan to make love to me in the middle of every room in your suite?"
He smiled, and small laughter lines formed around the edge of his eyes. “That's an enticing idea, one I'll have to work on in the not too distant future. But for now, I have other plans for the evening."
Chapter Twelve
William lifted Amanda into his arms and carried her through the door she'd thought was his bedroom. A fireplace graced the same wall as its neighbor in the sitting room. Not five steps from the hearth lay the end of his bed.
Huge, the tall poles on each corner bent inward and split into long arms woven together to create intricate patterns that covered the center. The large dome ceiling over the bed sent a prism of light dancing over the royal blue surface of the bed from the glow of the bright spring moon. Two nightstands and a chair were the only other items sharing the space.
William dropped her feet but kept her close. His body rubbed seductively against hers. “I hope you don't mind if we spend tonight here."
Amanda wiggled out of his arms and walked past the bed on her way to a balcony door. “No, I figured you'd want to sleep here tonight."
She wanted to tease him, drag out the excitement. Over the last few days, they'd been rushing through sex so William could get back to work. She wanted to slow things down tonight, enjoy the fun of seducing him.
The heat radiating from his body overtook her seconds before she felt him behind her. He didn't, however, get close enough to touch.
"You must want me to chase you because you keep moving away every time I get close to you.” His low spoken words teased her with their lusty quality. She turned.
His gaze lingered over select spots on her body. Pressing her breasts forward, she expanded the tight stretch of the black material. The deep V opened a little wider to reveal her navel.
His hands ran down his thigh as if he were struggling with the desire to pace himself. She forced her hands behind her back to keep herself from reaching forward. “I just thought we might want to enjoy every second, take a slow, teasing journey to a fast paced sprint."
His heated glance returned to her face. “You know, when a woman can read a man's mind, things can get very dangerous."
"No, I always thought if a man wants to gain a certain objective, he has to provide the right incentive.” Amanda let her gaze flow down the length of William's body. His suit clung to his broad chest, narrowed over his flat stomach, outlined his thick thighs and puckered invitingly at the bulge between his legs.
Unable to contain the desire seeping from her taste buds, Amanda inhaled his tart tangy scent and swallowed the moisture that gathered in her mouth. If she wasn't careful, she wouldn't make it another two ticks without jumping the man.
He stepped back until his calves hit the bed. “You want me to provide motivation for you to make love to me. Is that the point of the exercise?"
The fabric of her dress stifled her movement like a heavy cloak. The need to be out of the garment had her fingering the thin straps at her shoulders. “I don't think enticement is needed. Suspense is the objective of the game, with time as the weapon."
"So the conclusion is set, the path is yet to be determined.” He clicked the link to open his suit. Shrugging the garment off, he let the material fall to the floor at his feet.
Following the path of his suit, Amanda noticed the bulging muscles across his wide chest, the horde of hair hiding the indention of his belly button and the small strip of fabric covering his engorged erection. His sculptured leg muscles bunched when he sat on the bed. The large head of his penis peeked out, shoving the material aside.
The gulp of air she drew into her lungs was scented with a spicy lime flavor. Again, her mouth watered with longing. “I ... uh ... think you might be using an unfair advantage."
He lifted a brow and glanced at her breasts. “Not from where I'm sitting. I'd be more than happy to see you sli
de out of that dress."
Her body ignited. The weight of the thin material lay like iron shackles over her body. She needed air.
Turning, she opened the door to the patio. A cool night breeze brushed against her heated skin, and she took a deep breath to steady her racing hormones.
"I hope you don't mind if I leave this open.” Amanda looked over her shoulder at William, who was taking off his boots.
He shook his head and tossed his things out of her way. “I considered making love to you on the balcony, but there isn't a comfortable place available at the moment."
The spark in his eyes told her the oversight would change in the not to distant future. She smiled, trying to think of a way to tease him without going up in flames.
"Are you going to stand over there all night?"
Finding the magnetic catch under her arm, she tapped the device to release the fabric. With a tug at the shoulder straps, she let the material fall and stepped forward, leaving the dress behind.
"I must say I like your new underwear.” William's eyes were glued to her body.
Amanda ran her hands over the pink stretchy design that hugged her like a second skin. “Oh, you're going to love this."
She peeled a small piece from her right breast and popped it into her mouth. “An edible temptation I'm hoping you'll enjoy."
His black eyes danced with delight. His large frame leaned forward, and his hands circled her waist, drawing her between his legs. “I knew I still wanted something sweet to nibble on."
Her hands barely touched his shoulders before his mouth covered her breast. Heat pulsed down the center of her body. Teeth, tongue, lips ate at the delectable treat. His hot breath ran over her skin. Her nipples peaked. Liquid fire gathered between her legs. Yet, he didn't try to take more of her breast into his mouth.
"William?” Her hands wove their way through his hair. She urged her breasts forward. “I want you to..."
She couldn't think what exactly she wanted him to do, but if he didn't do it soon, she was going to explode.
He lifted his head, his dark eyes gleaming. “You want something?"
"Stop playing and..."
His hands cupped and kneaded her breasts.
She sighed. “Yes."
Lips sucked the tip of her nipple. She screamed with ecstasy.
William tugged the creamy breast into his mouth, mixing the strawberry flavor of her garment with the orange spicy essences of her flesh. The combination lit a fire in his loins.
It had been too long since he'd last tasted her. Now famished, he didn't think he could drag out the event. His cock had already escaped the confines of the thin strip of fabric. Beyond hard, it was demanding a soft wet home for his lust.
"I can't wait.” Taking her hand, he stood and led her through the balcony door. Turning once, he crossed the threshold and lifted her up on the railing next to the wall of the house. “I may not be able to draw it out, but maybe I'll get points for a new location."
Breathless, the lady didn't argue.
Sliding her legs apart, he placed the head of his rod against the thin lacy candy covering her wet heat. He used her hot juices to melt the treat. “I am going to enjoy tasting you after this."
The urgent pounding of his cock did a fast slide home. Tight slick walls quivered, fighting his progress, inflaming his need to go faster. A fire grew in his loins, building stronger with each thrust of his hips, taking him closer and closer to the edge of incredible bliss in her arms.
A purr of longing whispered from her lips. The sound enraged his passion until it left a trail of scorched brain cells in its path. He loved the sounds bubbling in her throat when she was close to orgasm.
He plunged deeper, racing for the blinding edge of the cliff. His release screamed through him, rocking him to the core.
A mind-blowing certainty settled over him. He would die before he ever let this woman out of his life.
* * * *
Lying in his bed a short time later, Amanda wondered if she'd ever get tired of making love to William. If he couldn't take it slow, at least he could make it exciting. Hanging over the edge of the balcony wasn't a fantasy she would have envisioned, but the added thrill of knowing she could fall two stories made her hot quick.
"You know, with as much noise as we were making, your mother is probably calling the police.” Amanda brushed the hair off of William's forehead. “That's one of the reasons I like living at my house."
William shook his head. “Don't worry. My mother was busy with her own enjoyment. She and the gardener have been having an affair for the past year."
"What?” Amanda was amazed William would know such a thing about his mother. “How do you know?"
"She told me when I started to dismiss the man.” William grinned and ran a teasing finger down the center of Amanda's back. “I promoted him to head gardener and hired another guy to do most of the actual work."
"But?"
"If my mom is happy, who am I to get in her way?” His hand covered the curve of her hip. “I also want my wife to be pleased with me."
"Really.” She wondered what he had in mind. “And how are you going to make sure that happens?"
He shifted so her body slid over his. “I could say I give her incredible sex. But..."
His thick erection pulsed between them. She changed positions to catch his rock hard penis between her legs but not bury it in her heat. “That might make the lady happy."
"But, you know my woman, she always wants something more.” He ran his hands over the curve of her butt and nudged her closer. “I have to be able to solve all her problems."
"That's not true, I have a brain.” Amanda shook her head and lifted her upper torso to glare down at him.
He grinned at her reaction and rolled to pin her beneath him. “Yes, so I have to be very clever."
Amanda narrowed her eyes. Is that why he hadn't given her the information about Mark? Did William think she wasn't smart enough to handle the truth about Mark's murder?
William looked as if he'd lost interest in the conversation. His eyes glazed over as he stared at her neck. His thumb brushed over a sensitive spot, but she ignored the sensation it stirred in her womb.
Impatient, she urged him to continue. “So how exactly do you need to be clever?"
He smiled a cocky grin, and her insides melted. His dark eyes met hers.
"I got the file on Mark's murder. But before you see it,” he placed a hand over her mouth before she could interrupt. “I want the ingredients for the serum York slipped you."
Brushing his hand away, Amanda threw her arms around his neck, hugging him close. “That's wonderful.” She wiggled beneath him. “Let's get up, and you can show me."
"I don't have it with me. I left it back at your house."
She shoved on his shoulders. “Then let's go home."
He shook his head and turned over the other way. She landed with him on top of her again. “I like where we are right now."
He was playing with her.
"You did that on purpose. You knew I'd want to see the data right away, so you didn't bring it along."
He nodded.
Frustrated, Amanda dug her fingernails into the muscles of his biceps. “I should hurt you."
"You do."
His calm tone hit her like ice water. She blinked and looked to see if he was serious.
"How?"
"Every time you walk into a room, you set me on fire.” He tumbled over again, but this time Amanda was familiar with the maneuver and swayed in the other direction. He let her roll over onto her stomach. His hands landed on her back, and he held her down against the mattress.
She twisted her head around to look at him. “I want to get up."
"No, you don't.” He shifted her legs apart and moved between them. “You're still too hungry to get out of bed. And I've wanted to show you a new position. Remember, I said I wanted to taste you."
"But William...” The image of his tongue licking
her clit sent a flood of longing through the center of her body. His large hands slid over her hips to the back of her knees to stop on her calves.
Just as she started to rise up on her hands, William sent a hot stream of air over her sex. Anticipation robbed Amanda of the desire to move. Instead, her hands gripped the satin sheets. She lifted her hips.
He didn't disappoint. A long pass of his tongue along her outer lip gave her the promise of the pleasure to come. He blew another tantalizing breath against her wet flesh.
She shifted to her knees. The next stroke of that wicked tongue slid inside to taste the remnants of the candy outfit she'd worn earlier. Slipping in and out, he added the compelling force of his finger to the party, and she screamed. He found her clit in one try, massaging her with a teasing touch to drive her insane.
Heat spiraled through her from every point of contact. His wide shoulders pressed against her thighs. The sucking motion of his lips drove her wild. She couldn't be still. Her body threatened to self-combust.
She pulled away. “I can't take any more."
He shifted behind her and lifted her hips again. “My sweet, we've only just began."
The thick, hard head of his penis lay at her opening. He slowly played on the edge, not venturing more than an inch or two into her heat. Short little thrusts massaged her desire higher.
"I love to see your body devour mine. Feel the pulse of your muscles when you come.” William continued to toy with her clit.
"Pickled herons.” Amanda drove her hips hard against him, driving his erection deep. She didn't want to play. She wanted to make love. “Yes."
Growling, William thrust his hips in time with hers. Deeper, harder, faster, a blaze sped out of control. The abyss in front of her turned into a sweet haven, and her mind hit overload. She fell into the place only William could take her. Their joint climax washed through her overheated body.
Nerve endings tingled with pleasure while a loving peace settled over her thoughts. If William was willing to give her the information about Mark's death, he must trust her.
A strange emotion filled Amanda's heart. No one ever believed in her before. Not her father, not her first two husbands. They all treated her as if she were a piece of property for them to use for their own pleasure or to bargain with to gain an advantage. Even Mark considered her a test tube for his experiments.
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