Dances with Monsters(95)

She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt such want pound through her veins like this, blood surging to sensitive areas that had long-since been disregarded as pleasurable body parts, but they were now coming to life in a slowly delicious way. She was nervous, she was slightly anxious, but she also felt like she was on fire. Heath Riley had managed to do the impossible—arouse her.

His hand trailed down her cheek to her neck, over her collarbones and down her sternum and merely the thought of what it would feel like for him to touch her breasts sent another surge of desire through her. She felt like she was positively aching from the excitement throbbing between her thighs. His hand rested lightly on her stomach, but began to smooth over it slowly and sensuously as his lips and tongue continued to take hers. Her head was swimming and between what his mouth was doing to her and the innocent places his hand touched she felt like she could explode.

She sucked in a noisy breath when his lips slowly moved from her mouth to her chin, down the side of her jaw to its hinge, and came to rest against the pulse in her neck. She knew he could feel how fast and hard it was pumping, and swore she could feel his lips curl into a smile against her skin. He moved his lips to the middle of her throat, and moved them down in a line of firm, slow, and slightly moist kisses until he reached the hollow spot at the base of her throat. She couldn't keep in a tiny sigh of pleasure when she felt his tongue swirl slowly there. His lips continued down languidly, grazing the sensitive skin over her collar bones before moving down her upper chest. He stopped at the edge of the slightly low neckline of her dress and followed it to each side, moving over the tops of her breasts. He returned to the middle and moved his lips to her sternum, and even through the fabric she could feel his mouth burning there and suddenly she felt his hand move lower, touching her thigh. She froze, feeling an even stronger wave of the confusing mixture of panic, fear and desire.

"Heath," she whispered, and in reply he gently stroked the skin of her thigh, running his fingers from the middle of her quadriceps down almost to her knee and back up. He swept his fingers from her outer thigh inward and he gently pressed his fingers there, pulling her top leg back toward him slightly. It both opened her up slightly, and allowed her to feel more of his arousal. She gulped. She couldn't tell much through the fabric of his pants, but if she wasn't mistaken, he felt large. Intimidatingly large. She wasn't at all sure she was ready for it. Or rather, her body was ready; her mind was on the fence.

She jumped when his fingers slid up her inner thigh and panic sent alarm bells going off in her head. "Heath," she whispered again, grasping for his hand.

He squeezed her fingers gently before capturing her lips in his. The panic melted from her mind at the feeling of his lips and tongue.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," he whispered against her lips. "I just want to touch you. That's all."

She lay very still, her breath hitched in her chest as her heart kicked into an impossibly high gear, and after a moment, he returned his fingers to her inner thigh and stroked the flesh there lightly. She shut her eyes as the heat between her legs turned into tingling hotness and the throbbing, aching sensation she'd felt earlier returned with a vengeance. She bit back a gasp when his fingertips brushed over her core through her panties leisurely, and a surge of pleasure she felt at the sensation made her eyes fly open. He took her lips in his again and continued to stroke her through her panties, light feathery strokes that made her jolt every time she felt them. His fingertips brushed the top edge of her panties, wedging under them slightly next to the flesh there.

"Is this okay with you?" he asked into her neck, his lips and voice making her shudder with want. She hesitated for a moment, her mind whirling and she was tempted to pull away and say no, it wasn't okay with her. Instead, her body quickly won that battle and after a moment, she nodded enough for him to feel it, and his fingers moved slowly under the edge of her panties again, further in, until the tip of his finger brushed her. She could feel her own wetness glide with his finger and couldn't suppress the gasp that burst out of her throat. He dipped the tip of his finger inside her ever so slightly, then stroked his finger upward to her hot little center, her wetness gliding him along. He slowly circled the hard tiny pearl at the top of her core lightly, over and over, until she felt the slow, tight heat in her pelvis begin to coil even tighter and tighter, and a very strange sensation she hadn't felt in so long came over her. She tried to tell him that something strange was happening to her, tried to tell him how good it felt, when that coil wound just a little too tight, and with a final swipe of his finger, it broke. The tingling hot, hot heat burst deep and low inside her, and she came in a shuddering, gasping rush, her eyes flying wide open but seeing nothing, as waves of pleasure slammed into her and she shook and convulsed in his arms, gasping an abbreviated version of his name as her mouth fell open.