Part 9 (2/2)
The look in his eyes stirred her in a way she would not have thought possible and without realizing she was doing so, she began leaning toward him. And when she reached out and placed her hand in his, she knew she had literally sealed her fate.
Clint Westmoreland was demanding more of her than she had ever shared with any man. She was taking a risk, opening her heart up in a way she had never done with Kevin. And as she continued to gaze into the turbulent darkness of his eyes she suddenly knew why. Not only did she trust him, she had fallen in love with him, as well.
She was not going to waste her time wondering how it happened, or why it had happened. She was willing to accept that it had happened...just as she was willing to accept it would be a one-sided love affair that would lead nowhere. At the end of the thirty days she would be leaving. But at this very moment, she had tonight and wanted to take full advantage of it.
”I do trust you, Clint,” she finally said softly. ”Teach me how to play your game.”
Ten.
S till holding her hand in his, Clint moved around the desk to gently pull her up from her seat and into his arms. He knew she had to see the desire flaring in his eyes, had to know from his aroused state just how much he wanted her. And he did want her and had from the first, when he'd seen her at the airport. till holding her hand in his, Clint moved around the desk to gently pull her up from her seat and into his arms. He knew she had to see the desire flaring in his eyes, had to know from his aroused state just how much he wanted her. And he did want her and had from the first, when he'd seen her at the airport.
Leaning slightly, he took the liberty to place his open hands over her bottom, bringing her closer to him, and groaned through clenched teeth when he felt her softness come to rest against his hardness. Desire ripped into him, adding to the heat that was already there.
”Alyssa.” He moaned her name just moments before covering her mouth with his, devouring with an intensity that shook him to the core. He'd become familiar with her taste, the very essence of her flavor, and each time his mouth was reacquainted with it, one part of him wanted to savor it slowly, while the other part wanted to devour her whole.
He was too far gone to savor yet he refused to be rushed. He wanted to make their pa.s.sion something she would enjoy. That way she would let him make love to her again...and again...and again.
In his mind, nothing about their relations.h.i.+p had changed. They were just taking things to the next level. They were adults and they would be able to handle it. They would make no promises, just pleasure. In thirty days, their marriage would be annulled and Alyssa would leave. His life would continue just the way it had before getting that fateful letter from the bureau. For some reason the thought of Alyssa leaving made him feel uneasy.
She pushed against his chest so he could release her mouth and when he saw her lips he understood why. Already they looked thoroughly kissed. ”Don't know just how much of that I can handle,” she whispered, trying to catch her breath.
He knew he could kiss her in other ways and was anxious to explore those options with her. In his mind, the game of playing with fire was basically doing just that, and he was curious to see just how much heat she could handle.
”Come with me,” he said as he led her over to the sofa. He sat down and then pulled her down in his lap. Immediately, he brushed a feathery kiss on the top of her head. When he saw her trying to pull the T-s.h.i.+rt she was wearing down to cover her exposed thighs, he stilled her hands.
”Don't,” he whispered.
He reached out his hand to stroke her flesh there, liking the feel of her soft skin. From that first day he had enjoyed looking at her legs. But lately she had covered them up with jeans. The jeans she wore always emphasized her womanly curves, so he'd had no reason to complain, until now.
In fact, when it came to Alyssa, he was unable to find fault with anything. The only thing that gave him reason to pause was her unwillingness to discuss her family at any great length. He had tried getting her to talk about them while they were at the mall, but she hadn't had a lot to say. He couldn't help but wonder what they thought of her living with him for thirty days. Had she told them the full story like he had told his siblings? he wondered.
Cole had called earlier tonight from Mexico where he'd been for the past month on a.s.signment. Like with Casey, Chester hadn't wasted any time sharing the news. It didn't come as a surprise that Cole had thought the situation rather amusing. Cole said he was glad it was Clint caught in that predicament and not him. Cole had claimed that he was too much of a ladies's man to be tied down to just one woman. The first question his brother had asked was if Alyssa was pretty. Clint had a.s.sured him that she was.
”Are you sure you don't want to keep her around?” Cole had asked.
Clint's response had been quick and resounding. ”I'm positive. At the end of the thirty days she's out of here.”
”Clint?”
The sound of Alyssa's voice pulled him from his reverie. He realized his hand had moved higher on her thigh. He smiled when he answered her. ”Yes?”
”What are you going to do to me?” she whispered, tilting her head back to look at him.
In an amazingly calm voice, he said, ”I'm going to introduce you to another version of Playing with Fire, but the object of the game will remain the same. My goal is to blow you up and, baby, I'm about to make you explode all over the place.”
He murmured the words against her lips and felt them quiver beneath his. He then s.h.i.+fted her position in his lap to remove her T-s.h.i.+rt and wasn't surprised to find her completely naked underneath her nightclothes. She said she trusted him; now he would see just how much.
He stood with her in his arms and then laid her back on the sofa, fully open to his view. His gaze slid over her, lingering on her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the gold ring in her navel, her womanly core and her long, beautiful legs.
”You are beautiful,” he whispered, barely able to get the words out. Entranced, fascinated and totally captivated, he slowly dropped down to his knees in front of her, needing to touch her, taste her all over.
He reached out and his fingers immediately went to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, cupping them in his hands before leaning closer to let the tip of his tongue taste the curve of her throat. Then he pulled back and watched his fingertips swirl around a budded nipple, feeling it pucker beneath his touch.
A soft moan escaped her lips and he saw she had closed her eyes, was biting on her lower lip. Little did she know he hadn't even gotten started.
”How does my touch feel, Alyssa?” he asked in a low voice as he continued drawing circles around her nipples with his fingertips.
”Good,” she murmured in a voice so low he could barely hear her.
”Do you like it?”
”Yes,” she responded and it seemed her words had been an effort. She refused to open her eyes to look at him.
He then slowly moved his hands, lowering them to her stomach, skimming the taut skin there. She felt soft to the touch and he smiled at the ring in her navel.
He eased his hand between her open thighs and heard her sharp intake of breath when he nudged her thighs even farther apart, wanting to touch and explore her everywhere. His fingers dipped inside of her. She was wet, drenched, and her scent consumed him totally.
Fighting the urge to taste her, he removed his hand from her and let his fingers travel downward past her knees and then to her beautiful feet. There wasn't a part of her he wanted left untouched.
”Now for the taste test,” he whispered, determined to taste Alyssa's first o.r.g.a.s.m on his lips.
She opened her eyes and stared at him. ”I don't think I can handle much more.”
He smiled. ”You can. Trust me.”
She nodded and he leaned forward and captured her nipples in his mouth. And things started from there. Never had he wanted to taste a woman so badly, and he went about showing her how much. She looked so sensual and s.e.xy that intense emotions tore into him as he moved his mouth lower to the area he craved.
She let out another deep groan the moment he lowered his head between her legs, and when the tip of his tongue touched her she nearly came off the sofa. But he had no intentions of letting her go. He pulled back only long enough to s.h.i.+ft her body to place her legs over his shoulders. He was filled with a primitive s.e.xual energy that was consuming him. He intended to transfer that energy to her in this very intimate way.
He tightened his hold on her hips and lowered his mouth to her and immediately found his mark, capturing her womanly core, locking his mouth to it. She tasted sweet. She released a litany of moans and arched her back and he greedily began tormenting her with his tongue.
Her body was on fire, he could feel it. She was on the verge of exploding. He could feel that, as well. His grip tightened on her hips when she let out a scream and he continued to hungrily stroke her with his tongue, enjoying the way she was pus.h.i.+ng her body against his mouth.
G.o.d, she was responsive, completely filled with pa.s.sion, a fantasy come true. And when she couldn't take any more and blew up, when an explosion racked her body, he continued to give her a hard kiss. He felt his own loins about to burst and fought back for control. This was her time. His time would come later.
Tonight was for her.
When the last quake left her body, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He would give her time to recover and then he intended to perform the process all over again.
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