Part 14 (2/2)

'Then kiss me before I say something else stupid.'

He leaned in and took her mouth, entering slowly, just the way he wanted to slide between her legs. Slow and easy, savoring every touch, every taste. He caught the flavor of mint from her toothpaste, imagined her showering, brus.h.i.+ng her teeth, looking at herself in the mirror while she was readying herself to come to him. He liked thinking she'd been getting ready for him.

Oh, he wanted this slow for her, wanted to take his time to do it right. But then everything he'd been holding in took over, and it wasn't gentle anymore. All the pent-up anxiety and energy came pouring out in that kiss. He tunneled his fingers in the thick softness of her hair, dragging her closer. She whimpered into his mouth and met him eagerly, lifting her leg to wrap around his hip.

Contact. Flesh on flesh. Heat against heat. His mind became a foggy mist where only he and Gina existed.

With one hand he lifted her, pus.h.i.+ng her against the wall as he settled himself against her hips, running his hand down the smooth silk of her rib cage, over one hip, dragging the hem of the dress up to reach the soft skin underneath. She wore only a tiny sc.r.a.p of a panty that he eliminated with a fierce tug. She gasped, breaking the kiss long enough to cast him a shocked look, then a half smile, before groaning and grabbing his head to plant her lips more firmly over his again.

Desire took hold in a way that was overpowering, animalistic, and d.a.m.ned near hard to control. He'd never felt such a rush of hunger, a need to possess. Gina had been through something crazy tonight. He should pick her up, carry her to the bed and undress her slowly, then make love to her all night long. He was supposed to wors.h.i.+p her, make her feel cherished.

But he couldn't. A raw need to brand her, to take her in some primitive fas.h.i.+on, had taken possession of him and wouldn't be denied. He searched the crevice between her legs and found her wet, swollen, ready for him. The first touch of his fingers made her cry out and arch against him.

And that made the madness even more intense.

Or maybe it was the sounds she made. Whimpers, moans in the back of her throat every time he rocked his hand over her s.e.x, petting the bud that seemed to swell and tighten with every stroke of his fingers.

'Derek,' she gasped. 'Please.'

'Tell me what you want, baby,' he murmured against her ear. 'You want to come?'

She shuddered, nodded, her entire body trembling against his. He loved having this power over her. He controlled her pleasure and he d.a.m.n well enjoyed giving it to her. He wanted to make sure no other man would ever give her this much satisfaction again.

He slammed on the brakes, dropping to his knees and lifting the dress, balling the fabric into his fist. He kissed her thigh, her hipbone, glancing up to find her looking down at him.

'I like when you watch,' he whispered, pus.h.i.+ng away at the madness enveloping him, coaxing him to take her now.

She sucked her lower lip between her teeth.

G.o.d, that was s.e.xy.

Her scent enveloped him. Primed, sweet, and musky. He lifted one leg and rested it over his shoulder, unveiling her altar for him. He wanted to wors.h.i.+p her, to give her all his gifts, to show her a pleasure she'd never experienced from any man.

His first taste of her was a slice of heaven, her response even more as she moaned and shuddered, threading her fingers in his hair.

'Derek.'

The way she whispered his name, in a throaty, pleading voice, was the sweetest music he'd ever heard. He leaned in and took her again, tasting her, loving her with his tongue, drinking all she had to offer until she was buried against his face, writhing against him and completely out of control.

Oh, he liked Gina out of control.

Gina knew she was tugging at Derek's hair, probably hurting him, but she had no power over her reactions.

He was killing her. His tongue and mouth performing a maddening dance. She never let a man do this. It was too intimate, took away her control. Yet she couldn't voice the words to tell him no when he'd slipped down there and taken possession of her.

And when he'd touched her with his tongue, so wet and warm, claiming what no man had ever claimed before, her legs had begun to shake and she wanted nothing more than to give him everything.

Everything.

Not that she had a choice in the matter. Already it was spiraling up inside her, tightening, a vortex of tornadic sensation that swept her along in a whirlwind, and she could only brace herself as he swept his velvet tongue along her folds and carried her away.

She'd come to his room without thought other than she was too pent up to sleep and his room was the first place she'd thought to go. She'd wanted to talk. Really, that was her intent. But then he'd walked out of the bathroom clad only in a towel and talk had been the last thing on her mind.

Now she had no mind at all, just a body that Derek was doing devilish things to with his tongue. And she was watching him, his dark head buried between her thighs, his tongue snaking out to twirl around the tight little pearl. He looked up at her, smiled, covered her with his mouth, and sucked.

'Oh, G.o.d,' she cried, then she was lost, flying as Derek grasped her hips and latched onto her with his mouth, capturing her essence as she rocked against him. She tightened her hold on his hair and s.h.i.+vered uncontrollably, giving him all that he'd asked for.

She'd barely caught her breath before he stood and claimed her mouth, letting her taste what he'd done. So erotic, so wickedly sensual it made her shudder, her body melting and warming inside.

Derek fought against the demons plaguing him, the ones telling him to forget slow and easy!to take, to ravage instead. The sweet strokes of Gina's tongue against his were maddening, the way she responded to him, the way she came for him. But he had to control his urges.

He slid two fingers inside her. Like a silk waterfall, she poured over him, and he almost lost it. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to let loose right there on the floor like some teenager getting it for the first time.

Control, his a.s.s. He didn't have any at all where Gina was concerned.

With his free hand he jerked one strap of her dress down, then the other, freeing her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The pink crests tempted him in the soft light spilling in from the open window of his bungalow. He dipped down and tasted her, sucked in the soft tip of her nipple and rolled it around on his tongue, relis.h.i.+ng the sound of her sharp intake of breath as it hardened under the sucking pressure of his mouth. In return, he continued to gently dip his fingers inside her, teasing her with what was to come.

Her fingers danced in his hair as she held his head to her breast, arching her back to give him more.

'Oh, please, Derek,' she whispered, rocking against his fingers.

She was close again, so responsive he could do this to her again and again, just to watch and feel her climax. But he didn't want her to go without him this time. He withdrew his fingers and stood, sliding them between his lips to taste her.

'Like honey,' he said after he withdrew them, then kissed her again. She licked at his lips, taking her own sweet taste from his mouth without hesitation.

She was every man's dream.

The dress had to go. He wanted her fully naked. Yanking the material over her hips, it pooled to the floor and he kicked it out of the way.

She was so d.a.m.n beautiful, her face devoid of makeup, her hair tumbled around her shoulders, her nipples hard, and the sweet musky scent of her s.e.x entering his senses and driving him to madness.

'Spread your legs for me, baby.'

He positioned himself at her entrance, then slid inside her in a slow thrust that made his b.a.l.l.s quiver. He closed his eyes for a brief second and just felt her surround him.

She was was a d.a.m.n silken waterfall inside. Hot and pouring over him as she gripped him in a tight vise that had him struggling for restraint. Restraint that he had very little of right now. He grasped her wrists and pinned them over her head, then nestled fully against her so he could feel that little knot at her apex rubbing against his pelvis. Her eyes widened every time he brushed it with his thrusts. a d.a.m.n silken waterfall inside. Hot and pouring over him as she gripped him in a tight vise that had him struggling for restraint. Restraint that he had very little of right now. He grasped her wrists and pinned them over her head, then nestled fully against her so he could feel that little knot at her apex rubbing against his pelvis. Her eyes widened every time he brushed it with his thrusts.

Oh, yeah. If he had all the time in the world, he'd do this slow and easy, maybe even pull out and cover that sweet spot again with his mouth and tongue. He'd like to tease her a little, lap up every bit of her sweet honey, and drive her crazy until she was begging him to let her finish.

But there was a madness boiling up inside him, a driving need to thrust hard, to drive home, to possess her completely.

It was as if his blood churned and twisted, and it was d.a.m.n painful. Voices inside him urged him to take this woman, to make her his.

Gina gasped as tiny pinp.r.i.c.ks of pleasure splintered in side her. She'd like to say she hadn't come here tonight for this, but she'd be lying.

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