Crave (Splendor Book 2)

by Janet Nissenson

  Tessa whimpered as his hand slid beneath the hem of her skirt, caressing her silk-covered thigh and drawing tantalizingly close to where he knew she’d be wet and hot and ready for him. “Please. I need - can’t we…”

  He gave her a lingering kiss on the lips before shaking his head regretfully. “Not here, love, no. First, we’re less than ten minutes from the airport, and I’m not certain ten hours is going to be enough to satisfy me tonight. And second.” His hand caressed her rosy cheek. “I realize we have privacy back here, but I didn’t like the way our chauffeur was looking at you earlier. I’m not sure I’d trust him to be discreet enough not to gossip with other employees.”

  Tessa gave him a little frown. “But the privacy panel is up and um, aren’t all of the hotel limos soundproofed?”

  Ian chuckled. “That’s not what concerns me, love. I’ve little doubt we could be quiet enough that Carlos wouldn’t be able to hear anything. However, as far as the look you get on your face afterwards - well, there’s no disguising it, I’m afraid. Anyone seeing you, including Carlos, would know exactly what went on back here.”

  “Oh.” Her cheeks grew even pinker and she glanced away shyly. “I, um, didn’t realize it was that obvious.”

  He gave her an indulgent smile, his fingers massaging the nape of her neck. “Very much so, love. Don’t you remember the way you looked after that night in front of the mirror?” At her low moan of arousal, his smile deepened into something far more lascivious. “Mmm, the look you get in your eyes after you’ve just come - like you’re in a daze, like you couldn’t speak no matter how hard you tried.” He cupped her cheek tenderly. “And your skin flushes the most beautiful shade of pink, just like it looks now, and it’s almost impossible for you to take a breath. No, darling, there’s no way in hell I’ll ever allow another man to see that particular look on your face. So, as much as I’m dying to be inside of you right now, we’ll need to wait just a bit longer.”

  Tessa gave a little huff of frustration. “Isn’t the flight home almost six hours? Not to mention the drive from the airport? I’m not sure I can wait that long, Ian.”

  He brushed his lips over her cheek. “I happen to agree with you wholeheartedly, love. And if you think I’m able or willing to wait six more hours to have you, you’re sadly mistaken.”

  “Then what - ?”

  Ian placed two finger over her lips. “Wait and see.”

  She clasped his wrist, holding it still as she very deliberately sucked both of his fingers into her mouth. He stared at her in mingled shock and arousal, his already throbbing cock almost ready to explode. But then, when he thought he couldn’t possibly get any hornier, any more in need to possess Tessa, the words that she whispered next were more than enough to push him over the edge.

  “When I was in the shower this morning,” she confessed, “I kept wishing that you were there, too. Kissing me, touching me, fucking me. While I was washing myself, I kept imagining it was your hands on my body.”

  The sound that escaped his throat was raw and animalistic, and he had to grit his teeth in a frantic effort for control. “My God, Tessa,” he hissed. “You can’t - Jesus, don’t tell me things like that when I can’t do a damned thing about it.”

  Firmly, he withdrew his fingers from her mouth and forced himself with every last bit of self-control he possessed not to touch her. He was trembling, he realized belatedly, shaking with the force of his arousal.

  With his eyes firmly shut, he asked her the question that had immediately come to mind at her impassioned words a moment ago. “Did you - did you touch yourself?” he asked with a groan. “Did you make yourself come?”

  Tessa touched his cheek softly. “No. I couldn’t. Because the only orgasms I want from now on are the ones you give me.”

  Ian’s eyes flew open and he jerked her into his arms. The skin across his cheekbones felt so tightly stretched that he feared it might snap, and sweat had popped out on his forehead.

  “Well, then, darling,” he told her unevenly, “I’ll just have to make sure I give you as many as you can handle. And since you were such a good girl this morning and denied yourself, I’ll definitely reward you the moment we’re alone. And it’s likely a good thing we’re arriving at the airport because otherwise I’d be giving you one of the many orgasms you’re going to enjoy tonight right here and now.”

  Tessa shivered as he slid a hand up beneath her skirt and gave her thigh a brief squeeze. He tried desperately to focus on something else, anything else, in a last ditch effort to get his raging erection under control before they had to exit the limo. Needing an extra moment or two to compose himself, he even allowed Carlos to give Tessa a hand this time while he followed, buttoning up his suit jacket for extra coverage as he did so.

  While their luggage was being brought aboard the plan, he let Tessa precede him up the staircase into the luxurious, custom-appointed aircraft. Once inside the spacious interior, they were greeted by Will, the flight attendant who’d worked for the Gregson Group for almost a decade now. Ian had first become acquainted with Will when he’d worked out of the London headquarters, and the flight attendant had been part of the crew for many of the European flights. Ian had been impressed by the younger man’s professionalism and attention to detail, and when he’d received the appointment as the Americas Regional Director, Will had asked to be transferred to his staff. Ian knew that the flight attendant, now in his mid-thirties, was gay, but he was also extremely discreet and low key about his lifestyle. One of the reasons Will had requested the transfer to San Francisco was because of the thriving LGBT community there, and he seemed extremely pleased with the decision he’d made to relocate. Ian was simply glad to have such an experienced and competent employee on his staff, especially when he knew Will to be one of the most discreet, trustworthy people he’d ever met.

  Will had also taken an instant liking to Tessa, fussing over her and doing his utmost to ensure her comfort, and Ian’s already glowing opinion of him had zoomed even higher as a result. Now, as Tessa walked inside the main cabin, Will greeted her enthusiastically, stowing her hand luggage away securely, and escorting her to her seat.

  Once his two passengers were settled in their seats, Will inquired, “Can I get you anything before takeoff, Tessa? Mr. Gregson?”

  Tessa shook her head. “No thank you, Will. We just finished dinner about an hour ago, so I can’t imagine being hungry again for a long time.”

  “Nothing for me at the moment, either,” said Ian. “In fact, we’ve had a very long day, so after takeoff Tessa and I are going to have a bit of a rest in the master suite.”

  If this piece of news shocked Will in any way, he was far too well trained and disciplined to betray his surprise. Ian rarely used either of the bedrooms on board, since the majority of his trips on this aircraft were only a few hours in duration. Generally, he did some work or read or occasionally watched a movie. If he did doze off, it was typically in one of the plush, oversized reclining leather seats.

  Will merely nodded in acknowledgment. “A wise idea, sir, given that it will be the middle of the night when we land in San Francisco. Will you be resting until our arrival, or will you want refreshments at some point?”

  Ian very intentionally kept his tone neutral as he answered. “Some tea, perhaps, once we’re an hour or so from landing. If that changes, I’ll let you know.”

  “Of course, Mr. Gregson. Ah, the captain has just signaled he’s ready to take off so I’d best take my seat.”

  Ian had deliberately not looked at Tessa during his conversation with Will but did so now, and a smile spread slowly across his features as he observed the expression of wide-eyed surprise on her face. He picked up her hand, giving it a squeeze.

  “Everything all right, love?” he asked in a light voice.

  She glanced over at Will, who was fully absorbed in reading something on his tablet, then looked back at Ian. “Are we actually going to have a rest or, um -”

  He chuckled at her
obvious confusion. “I did tell you that there was no possible way I could wait another six hours to have you, and I meant every word. Therefore, the answer to your question is no. I for one am not the least bit sleepy. However, if you really need a nap we…”

  “No.” She squeezed his hand, shaking her head firmly. “I’m not really tired, either. But is it, I mean, is Will going to think -”

  Ian grinned wolfishly. “That you and I have finally decided to join the Mile High Club? Most likely, yes. But he’s far too discreet and loyal to bat an eyelash about it, or make you feel uncomfortable in any way. And if you’re worried about him or the pilots hearing us, don’t be. This plane is extremely well insulated so the only one who’ll hear your screams of pleasure will be me.”

  Tessa couldn’t disguise the shiver of arousal that rippled through her body, and her blue eyes grew soft and dreamy. “Oh. Well, then, I, um, think we ought to have that - that rest you mentioned. Just as soon as we can.”

  He leaned across the armrest of his seat to place a soft, lingering kiss on her lips. “I’m counting the minutes, love. Quite literally, in fact.” He pulled back the cuff of his white dress shirt to check his watch. “By my estimation, we have less than five minutes until we can get out of our seats.” He whispered to her then, his voice low and deliberately seductive. “So use that time wisely, love, and think about how you’d like me to give you your first orgasm of the night - with my hands, my mouth, or my cock.”

  She gasped, her eyes closing in reaction as his tongue snaked out to trace lazily around the dainty shell of her ear. “Oh, God,” she breathed. “How - how much longer until -”

  She was interrupted by the pilot’s voice coming over the speaker. “Mr. Gregson, we’re at cruising altitude now, sir. You and Miss Lockwood are free to move about the cabin.”

  Ian wasted no time in unbuckling his seat belt and surging to his feet, holding his hand out to Tessa. Without a word, she followed suit and let him lead her the short distance to the master bedroom suite. He locked the door carefully behind them, even though none of the flight crew would do so much as knock unless it was a dire emergency. But he could already sense Tessa’s uncertainty about this, her timidity, and he wanted to make her feel as secure as possible.

  “Relax,” he murmured soothingly. He stood behind her in the middle of the bedroom, his hands gently massaging her shoulders. “No one will bother us. Or hear us. Now, I have at least five hours to see how many times I can make you come. Hmm, what’s your estimate?”

  “Ian.” Her head fell back against his shoulder as his hand cupped a breast, his fingers plucking at the nipple through the silky fabric of her blouse. “Ohh, that feels amazing.”

  “I agree,” he said huskily, as both of his hands squeezed her breasts and tugged at her nipples. “I love your breasts, Tessa, love how soft they are, how sensitive. Later, I’m going to suck on these perfect breasts until you come that way. Let me see you now, darling. It’s time for your initiation into the club to begin.”

  He turned her around to face him, his lips traveling down the side of her neck as he began to slowly unfasten the dainty pearl buttons of her blouse. “And it’s my initiation, too,” he whispered, his mouth caressing the exposed upper curves of her breasts. “I’ve never brought a woman on board the company plane before, much less made love to one.”

  Tessa’s breath grew increasingly ragged, but he could still make out her whispered words. “I’m, ah, glad to hear that.”

  Her silk blouse fluttered heedlessly to the thickly carpeted floor. Ian’s lips continued their heated path over the tops of her breasts while his hands smoothly undid the button and zipper of her skirt. He backed up a bit to hold her steady as she stepped out of the garment, and then his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he noticed what she was wearing beneath. Or, more accurately, barely wearing.

  He was used by now to seeing her in one of the many sets of lavish satin and lace embellished lingerie that he’d bought for her. But the bra and panty set she was wearing tonight was very different from anything he’d ever seen her in, and he could only stare at her in stunned silence.

  The barely there bra was of a shimmery, flesh-colored fabric that was basically transparent, her apricot nipples clearly visible. The tiny pair of matching panties was equally as sheer, enough so that absolutely nothing was left to the imagination. Paired with sheer, thigh high stockings and her taupe heels…

  “Christ, you looked naked in those scraps of fabric,” he croaked. “And it’s a damned good thing I wasn’t able to watch you get dressed this morning. Because if I’d known you were wearing next to nothing beneath your clothes, we would have had to cancel half of my meetings. On second thought, forget half. I would have cleared my whole schedule and taken you back to bed for the entire day.”

  Tessa didn’t speak, just stood there on shaky legs while he continued to stare at her. And then, despite all of his earlier good intentions to seduce her slowly, to coax and cajole her, he couldn’t control himself a moment longer and fell on her like a wild animal. She whimpered as he captured her lips in a raw, demanding kiss, his tongue invading the inside of her mouth and not permitting her to resist. One of his hands delved inside a sheer bra cup, palming her full breast roughly, while his other hand slipped beneath the low cut waistband of those fragile panties.

  She groaned beneath the unrelenting pressure of his kiss as his fingers thrust up inside of her wet, creamy slit boldly. Her hands clutched his shoulders as though she were holding on for dear life, even as her hips began to move in sync with the fast, deep pump of his fingers. He rubbed his thumb over the tiny nub of her clitoris as she began to fall apart in his arms. And even as he felt her tight, hot pussy continue to convulse around his fingers, he rasped, “I want you naked. On the bed. Now, Tessa.”

  He watched her stumble over to the bed on shaky legs before sinking down onto the mattress gratefully. Her hands were trembling visibly as she unhooked that sexy bra, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze. As she began to remove her shoes and stockings, Ian tended to his own clothing, undressing at a frantic, almost desperate pace.

  Tessa had barely slid the shimmery scrap of her panties off her body when he was on her, pulling her legs wide apart and then ramming his cock as deeply inside of her as he could get. The scream he tore from her throat was high and long, and one of the few cells that was still functioning in his dazed brain at this moment thought what a good thing it was that this bedroom had been reinforced three times over with the best insulation available.

  “Jesus, you feel so tight this way,” he groaned, continuing to hold her legs apart in a spread eagle position. “Is this all right, love? I’m not too deep, am I?”

  He gazed down at Tess anxiously, belatedly aware he might be hurting her in this position, especially as hard as his dick felt at this moment. But she only shook her head, her blue eyes huge and round, and with an expression that could only be described as spellbound. She emitted a long, low moan as he pulled out of her slowly, nearly to the tip of his cock, before sliding back in with a calculated deliberation. Ian repeated these actions several more times, until both of them were near frantic for more. Groaning, he readjusted her long legs until they were wrapped around his hips and he began to thrust more aggressively. Roughly, he reached down and threaded a hand into her hair, making a mess of its neatly coiled knot, and pulled her head up to meet his wet, open-mouthed kiss. He felt the telltale convulsions of her vagina clenching around his rampaging cock, heard the almost desperate way she was gasping for breath beneath the incessant demand of his mouth upon hers, and noticed how her arms were locked fiercely around his neck as he fucked her with unrepentant, ravenous need.

  When he came, it was with deep, racking spasms, every muscle and tendon in his big body shaking with the force of his climax. With one final groan, he collapsed onto the bed beside his beloved, pulling her sweat-dampened body against him tightly and tucking her head beneath his chin.

  It was severa
l minutes before he could summon the ability to speak, and when he did his voice was still ragged, as though he’d just run a mile at world class speed.

  “So how was that for an initiation?” he murmured, a smile teasing the corners of his mouth.

  In answer, Tessa cupped his cheek, turning his head slightly to meet her soft kiss. Her blue eyes were luminous and more than a little dazed, her lips swollen and red from his brutal kisses. Her otherwise flawless complexion was chafed from whisker burn. But the words she spoke next belied any fears that he’d been too rough with her.

  “It was amazing,” she murmured in awe. “And I, um, hope we can make more visits to this particular club.”

  Ian laughed. “As many as you like, love. And no time like the present, I always say.”

  Tessa ran her hands over his sweat-slicked chest before leaning over to lick a bead of perspiration from the base of his throat. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she purred in a low voice, just before he tumbled her back into the pillows.

  Chapter Eighteen

  San Francisco

  “Nathan and I are really looking forward to seeing the two of you tonight. And we’re so flattered to be celebrating Ian’s fortieth birthday with you. I have to say, honey, that he is the hottest forty year old I’ve ever seen. Whatever he’s doing to stay in shape, tell him to just keep it up.”

  At Julia’s comment, Tessa could hear Nathan in the background, sounding very indignant at the way his fiancée was complimenting another man. Julia called out to him, “But you know I love you best, baby. Besides, the birthday boy is only interested in one girl and it’s not me.”

  “Sorry.” Julia offered an apology as she resumed their phone conversation. “Some men just get so bent out of shape at the littlest thing, you know? Just because I can admire another man’s goods doesn’t mean I want to sample them.”