Crave (Splendor Book 2)

by Janet Nissenson

Her head fell back in surrender against his shoulder. “Yes, only you, Ian. You’re the only one I ever see, the only one I want.”

  He smiled in satisfaction. “Good. Because from now on, I’m the only man who will ever get to have you. I’ve waited so damned long for you, but it was all worth it because now you belong to me, body and soul. And there’s no possible way I’ll ever let you go.”

  Ian deftly unfastened the platinum chain around her throat, setting the necklace aside carefully, and then removed her diamond earrings one at a time. Her breathing grew more uneven with each touch of his hands, and he marveled that she was already this aroused when he’d barely even begun to seduce her. He ran the backs of his hands along her bare shoulders, stepping in close behind her until his chest was pressed firmly against her back. His hands fell to her hips, pulling her buttocks more closely against his groin, so that she could feel the unmistakable bulge of his erection. Her full, trembling mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her eyes remaining tightly closed. She was quivering, her nipples already hard and clearly visible against the clingy fabric of her dress, and he could almost smell her arousal.

  “Open your eyes, Tessa,” he urged gently. “Do you remember what I told you last night?”

  Her blue eyes opened slowly, their expression lust-filled and spellbound at the same time. “Yes, I remember,” she breathed.

  “Good. Because I want you to keep your eyes open from now on, hmm? I want you to watch everything in the mirror, to watch us in the mirror. Agreed?”

  She nodded, watching him in the mirror as he’d instructed her. “Yes, I agree.”

  He toyed with the top of her zipper. “Do you recall what I told you I was going to do this evening?”

  “Yes.” She struggled visibly to maintain eye contact with him, her natural reaction being to close her eyes and simply let the pleasure take her over. “You, ah, told me that you were going to undress me. Ex-except for my stockings and shoes.”

  Ian lowered the zipper about midway down her back. “Correct. And do you know why I’m going to leave those two particular items on your body, while the rest of you is going to be beautifully naked?”

  “N-n-no,” stammered Tessa as he finished unzipping the dress and began to push the bodice off her shoulders.

  His lips traced a slow, seductive path across her shoulder blades as he continued to slowly ease the dress down past her hips. “I wanted you in your stockings and these very, very sexy shoes because they make you look like every forbidden sin known to mankind. And even though I’ve very seldom broken any rules in my life, I find with you that I want to break them all.” The dress fell to her feet as his mouth caressed the side of her throat. “I want to be sinful with you, Tessa, to do very wicked things to you. Do you want the same thing?”

  She was panting now, beginning to instinctively grind her ass against his straining erection, and could only whisper in a thin, high voice, “Yes, God, yes! I-I want everything that you want, Ian.”

  He nuzzled his face against the nape of her neck. “My sweet girl. Always so eager to please me. But nowhere near as eager as I am to bring you pleasure tonight. Let me look at you now, love.”

  Ian helped her step out of the dress before picking it up and laying it gently on a countertop. Unlike most of the other clothing he’d purchased for her, this black dress hadn’t been all that expensive, but given the way it fit her to perfection he intended to be very, very careful with it.

  And then he was staring at her reflection in the mirror, at the picture of wanton perfection she presented, and he was the one who began to pant in anticipation. Christ, but she was beyond temptation, beyond anything even the most detailed imagination could have dreamed of conjuring up. Because of the off the shoulder neckline of the dress, she’d chosen to wear a strapless bra - this one of black lace cut low over her sumptuous breasts. Sheer, lacy black panties were cut high on her ass cheeks, baring a substantial amount of skin, and as usual she wore silky black thigh high stockings with a lace trimmed band. The four-inch heels of her black stilettos brought her closer to his own height, and make her legs look endlessly long and shapely.

  Dressed like this - or, more accurately, barely dressed - she was every man’s dirtiest, most forbidden fantasy, the sort of woman a man wanted to lock up in his bedroom for days at a time and fuck until he passed out. But there was nothing the least bit dirty or tawdry about Tessa, even dressed in scanty, erotic lingerie. She was the golden ring, the ultimate prize, like a modern day Helen of Troy, the one woman men would kill for in order to possess. And she belonged to him, only him, and he was primed and ready to claim her over and over again.

  “Look at yourself, love,” he breathed in her ear. “How magnificent you are, how beautiful. It’s small wonder that I can’t keep my hands off of you, off this sexy, delicious body.”

  Ian held her gaze captive, refusing to let her look away, as he ran his hands slowly and deliberately over her bare shoulders and down her arms. He caressed her soft belly before squeezing her waist, then ran just his fingertips up along the sides of her ribcage, causing her to tremble almost uncontrollably. She was whimpering with need, her buttocks rubbing up wantonly against his pulsing cock, but still she obeyed and kept watching in the mirror as he caressed her upper body with intricate detail.

  “Ohhh.”

  Her long, drawn-out moan of pleasure was nearly his undoing as he adroitly unhooked her bra and slowly peeled the lacy cups away, baring those glorious breasts. The firm, round globes overflowed his palms as he cupped them, and she gasped sharply when he began to pinch the hardened tips between his thumb and forefinger.

  “So good,” she groaned, her head falling back limply against his shoulder as he continued to stimulate her nipples and squeeze her tits.

  He gave her earlobe a sharp little nip. “Eyes open, love. Watch us. Watch how much pleasure I can give you.”

  With an effort she opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on his hands as they held the heavy weight of her breasts in them, looked on as he plucked the pale apricot nipples over and over. Her blue eyes were almost glazed over now with pleasure, her cheeks hotly flushed, and she was too tempting for him to resist much longer. With a growl, he gripped her chin between his long fingers and turned her head slightly so that he could kiss her - a heady, devouring kiss that made her groan loudly and that caused his already throbbing erection to push even more insistently against his trousers.

  At his terse instructions, Tessa continued to watch him in the mirror as he swiftly undressed, her breath escaping in a short, staccato rhythm until he was nude. At that point, her gaze dropped to his immensely swollen cock, staring at him with unabashed desire.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered, almost in disbelief. “God, Ian, you’re so…”

  “Starved for you,” he rasped, pressing himself against her back, his hands grasping her hips. “And what about you, love? Are you as ready as I am?”

  She cried out plaintively as his hand slid inside her lacy panties to where she was dripping wet, and desperately needy for his touch. He had barely penetrated her creamy slit, his thumb grazing over her swollen clit only briefly, when she began to fall apart. Ian wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her up against his body as the orgasm shook her hard, and still he urged her to watch herself in the mirror.

  “No, don’t look away, Tessa,” he demanded. “This is what I wanted you to see - how beautiful you are when you find this bliss, when your body just takes over and all you can do is feel. Watch, love, see what I can do to you. Yes, yes, just like this.”

  Their eyes met and held in the mirror as he continued to pump his fingers deep within her body, prolonging her climax until she was almost limp with exhaustion. He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his lips with deliberation, and carefully licked her juices off.

  “Delicious,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Later, when I take you to my bed, I’m going to have a much longer taste of you, Tessa. This is just the beginning, lov
e. Now, take off your panties. Quickly.”

  She had just kicked the fragile scrap of black lace to the side when he guided the broad head of his penis to her slick, tight pussy. The sound of his groan mingled with that of her gasp as he pushed himself inside of her until he was buried to the hilt, his immensely swollen balls slapping against her ass as he worked himself in even deeper.

  “Watch,” he instructed, grasping her chin and holding her head still as he began to fuck her harder. Her blue eyes were stormy as they gazed back at him in the mirror, while his own eyes were blazing with the force of his emotions. “Watch me take you, Tessa, see how much pleasure it gives both of us this way. See how this brings us to the very edge, and then watch as we plummet over the side.”

  He drew both of her arms up to clasp around the back of his neck, a motion that pulled him even closer against her. And then he couldn’t summon up the words to speak, could only feel as he continued to thrust into her with increasing force, holding onto her hips as she moved with him. She was hot and wet and, Christ, so damned tight, and he’d never, ever felt this much before - desire, pleasure, possession, love. And still she continued to obey his instructions, to watch the erotic, sensual picture they made as they fucked wildly. Even as the orgasm slammed into her she forced her eyes to remain open, locked with his, watching herself fall apart just as he’d promised her. And then he was the one who had to force his eyes to remain open, his body racked with spasms as he emptied himself inside of her, giving her everything he had.

  They both slid to the floor when it was over, too spent physically and emotionally to move for several minutes. He gathered her up against him, holding her tight as they both continued to shudder in the aftermath. Finally, he was able to summon up the ability to speak as he murmured hoarsely against her damp cheek.

  “Every time we make love I think it can’t possibly be any more satisfying, that I can’t feel more than I already do. But I continue to prove myself wrong.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “That was - indescribable, Tessa, the most extraordinary pleasure I’ve ever known. You are extraordinary.”

  She caressed his cheek, now heavily covered with stubble. “Ian.”

  That was all she said, just his name in that soft, breathy voice he adored, but it was more than enough to touch him deeply. And he knew, just knew, without her ever having to say the words, that she loved him every bit as much as he did her. For now, at least, that knowledge was more than enough.

  Chapter Eleven

  February

  “Time to wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”

  Tessa groaned and burrowed her head deeper into the pillow, trying her best to ignore Ian’s gently cajoling voice. His bed was so comfortable, so inviting, that she loved sleeping as late as she possibly could whenever she stayed with him.

  But Ian was persistent, brushing the hair from the nape of her neck and nuzzling her with his nose. “On any other occasion, I’d be sliding back under the covers with you, love,” he murmured suggestively. “But you did say you’d like to attend your yoga class this morning, so if that’s still your intent you’d best get this lazy little arse in motion.”

  She heaved a sleepy sigh, belatedly recalling that she had in fact told him about wanting to attend Sasha’s class this morning. She rolled onto her back, stretching her arms and legs in opposite directions, and reluctantly opened her eyes.

  Her gorgeous man was sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed in his own workout clothes. She smiled to note he hadn’t shaved, and knew it was because of her, because she found his stubble so sexy. She reached up and touched his cheek.

  “Thanks for not shaving,” she said softly. “I hope you don’t mind.”

  He chuckled, turning his head to press a kiss into her palm. “I don’t mind in the least, love. Especially when I know it pleases you. And especially when I know it turns you on. Now, I know you probably can’t eat or drink much before your class, but I’ve brought you some tea and one of the protein bars I like to have before my workouts.”

  Tessa took the steaming cup of tea from him gratefully, noticing that he’d used one of the oversized white mugs that she liked. She marveled at how thoughtful he was, how he noticed every tiny detail, and how he went out of his way to take care of her. He even peeled the wrapper off the peanut butter flavored protein bar before handing it to her.

  She took a small bite and smiled at him as she chewed, then washed it down with a sip of tea. “Thank you, it’s good,” she told him. “Some of the other bars I’ve tried taste like cardboard but this one is actually tasty. But you’re spoiling me, Ian, bringing me breakfast in bed this way.”

  Ian shook his head. “This hardly counts as breakfast, darling. As for spoiling you, nothing gives me greater pleasure. And when we go away for the weekend, we’ll be sure to have a proper breakfast in bed and laze the entire morning away.”

  She took another bite of the bar, chewing it slowly as their gazes met and held. As mesmerized by him as she was, she didn’t even notice when the duvet began to slide slowly down her torso, almost to the waist, baring her breasts. It was only the indrawn hiss of Ian’s breath, coupled with the automatic lowering of his gaze, that alerted her.

  “Jesus,” he rasped, his eyes fixated on her bare breasts. “Do you have any idea how irresistible you look this way? Tell me to keep my hands to myself, Tessa, or that I’m a rutting pig to even think about…”

  “You’re not,” she interrupted. “I’d never think that. Or tell you such a thing.” She set her half-empty mug down carefully on the nightstand.

  Ian’s hand cupped a full, firm globe, his thumb brushing lightly over the already erect nipple. “You’re so beautiful,” he marveled. “I don’t think I’ll ever truly believe that you’re mine. I keep expecting all of this to just be the same dream I had for so many months.”

  Tessa’s hand covered his, pressing it more firmly against her breast “I’m not a dream,” she told him huskily. “And I’ll be yours for as long as you want me. You know that.”

  His big hands grasped her by the upper arms and yanked her against his chest. “Well, that would be forever, then, darling,” he whispered, just before capturing her mouth in a long, seeking kiss.

  She rose to her knees, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him back eagerly. He groaned as she pressed her breasts against his chest, and his hands slid down her bare back to cup her buttocks.

  “Tessa. Darling, we can’t.” He tried to pry her arms away from where they were tightly clasped about his neck. “Your class. I’ll make you late if we…”

  “I don’t care.” Her hands were already tunneling beneath his T-shirt.

  “Christ.” His curse was low and rough as he helped her pull the shirt off, and then he hissed as she began to stroke his rock hard cock. He slid one hand down over her stomach into the soft nest of her pubic hair before dipping lower, to where she was wet and hot and more than ready for him.

  He tore the rest of his clothing off in record time, then tumbled her back onto the pillows an instant before surging inside of her.

  “Ohh,” she sighed, her back bowing off the bed. “Oh, God, that’s so good.”

  Ian slid his hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her up higher so that he could slide even deeper inside her body. His lips were hot against the side of her neck, his breathing uneven. “The absolute best feeling in the universe, love,” he rasped. “Hold on tight now, all right? This is going to be quick and hard.”

  Tessa wrapped her arms about his neck, entwining her long legs around his waist as he fucked her with deep, rapid thrusts, stroking his long, thick cock into her masterfully. She loved him this way - her lusty, hungry lover - loved when he took her as though he was starved for the taste of her. But it never seemed to matter how he made love to her, for the result was always the same - a mind-numbing, soul-stealing orgasm that pulsed through every nerve ending in her body, the pleasure seeping into her very bones. She longed to whisper to him of her love, of how
much he meant to her, but it wasn’t yet time for that sort of revelation. Not when he hadn’t said the words to her first, and when she wasn’t completely certain if what he felt for her was really love or simply lust.

  He followed her over moments later, the hot rush of his orgasm flooding her still-clenching core and trickling down the inside of her thighs. She loved feeling the rapid thud of his heart against her chest, her own pulse still racing madly. And at that moment all she wanted to do was curl up in his arms and go back to sleep, waking only to make love again and again.

  But Ian had other ideas, withdrawing from her slowly as she would have clung to him. He gave her a gentle kiss as he slid out of the bed. “If you’ve any hope of making that class, love, you’re going to have to get this gorgeous behind in motion immediately. Come now, let’s get you ready.”

  Tessa made a little sound of protest as he pulled her from the bed, and then squealed as he smacked her playfully on her bare ass. She could hear him chuckling as she dashed inside the walk-in closet, where she grabbed the first set of yoga clothes she saw. She washed up and dressed in record time, shoving her feet into a pair of flip-flops and picking up her yoga mat as Ian hustled her down to the garage.

  He drove like he did everything else - with a smooth, suave expertise - though this morning he was maneuvering the classic Jaguar through the largely empty streets of the city at a slightly faster speed than was his norm. During the drive Tessa arranged her tangled hair into a somewhat messy braid, hoping she didn’t look too disheveled. She peered at herself anxiously in the rearview mirror, fretting when she noticed the wisps of blonde hair already escaping the braid.

  Ian smiled and laid a reassuring hand on her thigh. “Relax. You look fine. Besides, you’re just going to get sweaty again during your class.”

  She took a deep breath, her pulse still erratic. “I know. It’s just, well, I don’t want to go inside looking, um…”

  He grinned wickedly. “Like you just left my bed? There may be no hope for that, love. With those rosy cheeks and that particular look you get in your eyes afterwards - well, it’s a bit obvious what you’ve been doing.”