Embrace My Heart(31)

She arched closer, hungering to seal any space separating them. Greedily, her nails threaded through the hair cut close at his nape. The fine, silken strands sparked delightful tingles along her fingertips and beckoned her even closer.

She didn’t care what he tasted in her kiss. She was too desperate—too sex-starved? Perhaps. In that moment, she’d proudly admit it. She’d sealed herself away from the most enjoyable aspects of living for too long. She just hadn’t wanted to deal with the possible headaches. In truth, she’d found no reason that made it worth the true effort to do so.

The physical manifestation of Qasim Wilder was reason enough, and she damn well intended to enjoy every moment.

Qasim had maintained his stance in the foyer, simply treasuring the reality of Vectra in his arms. The past few days that had passed since the party had been literal hell. Kissing her had been a mistake. The fact that he’d done it hadn’t been the mistake. Rather, it was the fact that he’d not done everything in his power to see that it had followed through to its logical and very much desired conclusion.

He’d left her house the other night agitated mentally, sexually and every way in between. Sitting across from her at that meeting tonight it was all he could do not to snatch her up and take what he’d imagined. He’d dreamed of her so incessantly that his sleep lately had been a joke.

Vectra’s faint moan as she lunged and twirled her tongue about his had drained all strength from his legs. His eyelids even felt weighted down by the power of his reaction to her, and he gave thanks then for his eidetic memory.

The almost supernatural ability for vivid imagery recall would suit him well that night. Vectra’s innocently hospitable offer to show him around the upper levels of her home had secured a blueprint of the area in his mind. He retraced each detail of every square foot of the house until he located the room he sought.

Vectra’s bedroom suite was a luscious balance of opulence tempered by simplicity. Golden illumination poured down softly from the recessed lighting and end-table lamps that burned low from various points throughout the sumptuous space. The color scheme of the room was a soothing mixture of gold, coral, plum and rich maple. A gold comforter lay on the king-size bed, which was supported by a maple bed frame. Wide, unlit candles held a stately presence from their perches inside tall, sculpted holders finished in gleaming brass.

Once inside her room, Qasim turned with Vectra still in his arms and kissed her soundly. Then he used the hand under her knees to lock the door.

Vectra fisted a heap of his shirt when he suddenly withdrew from their kiss. Expectantly, she searched the smoldering obsidian of his gaze, swearing to herself that she would do him serious bodily harm if he told her they couldn’t do this.

“What?” Her tone was impatience at its height.

“Tonight. What’d Will say to you?”

Some of her anxiety eased when she noted the devilish glint in his stare. She knew exactly what he was referring to and smiled.

“He said it was a shame I hadn’t had a sleepover in so long.”

Something humorous merged with the predatory shadows in his stare, and Vectra’s heart surged with anticipation and sweltering arousal.

Qasim grinned. “He was right.”





Chapter 9

The only thing better than kissing Vectra Bauer had to be leaving her mouth free to release the most sensually tortured, ego-boosting gasps.

Her cotton jumper was pleasingly accessible, but he wanted it gone. Need coursed like a fever over the desire to have her naked under him. He didn’t want to unsettle her or rush the chance to study the parts of her he’d only been able to imagine bare.

Her breasts were beautiful—naturally firm and full caramel-toned mounds that held him rapt with fascination when they heaved with her breaths. He loved the way one molded to his palm, almost, but not quite, filling it.

His thumb crested the chocolate nub that protruded from the brown sugar–toned disc surrounding it. The move forced another ribbon of the ego-stroking sounds, and Qasim rested his face in the crook of her softly fragrant neck. He wanted to savor the hitched cries he caused.

Vectra bit her lip not to stifle sounds of pleasure, but to prevent herself from begging him to do more. Not that what he was doing wasn’t heavenly, erotic and sensational. If he continued, though, she wasn’t going to last, and she so very much wanted to orgasm with him inside her.

Qasim seemed just fine right where he was. Still fully clothed, he kept one of her bare thighs flat beneath his trouser-clad one.

The position left Vectra free of most of his crushing weight, but she wanted more. She wanted it all. She whimpered again as her hips began a slow rhythm of anticipation upon the bed.