Searching for Always(87)

“Do you know how beautiful you are?”

A flush heated her cheeks. “I’m glad you think so.”

“I know so. Sometimes, I gaze at you demonstrating those yoga poses and lose my breath. You remind me of a dancer. Your body is like an instrument, begging to be played and worshipped. Begging to be fucked.”

She shuddered, the dirty words pushing her arousal higher. Her panties were wet between her thighs, and a deep aching made her want to howl. “No one’s ever talked to me like that,” she admitted, pressing her forehead against his chest.

“No hiding.” He pushed her gently away, forcing her head up to meet his gaze. Pupils dilated, she sank into a seething blackness filled with lust and need and a hunger so real she wanted to cry with pleasure. “Not between us. Not ever. I’m not like the men in your past. I won’t tell you lies or make love to you with tenderness. I’m rough, and crude, and loud. I like sex in all its messy, raw ways. I want to make you come all night, in ways you never imagined. I want you to say all those dirty things you fantasized about in my ear and make them all come true. Do you understand, little one? I’m not just going to be your lover tonight. I’m going to take every shred of you and demand each last piece of your darkest, secret soul. Are you ready for this? I’m giving you one last chance.”

Arilyn couldn’t run if the demons of hell were about to seize her soul. Held transfixed to the floor by his delicious body heat, and scent, and words, and touch, the room spun around her and she gave up, gave over, and gave him everything he wanted.

“I want this,” she whispered. Every muscle in her body shook like an answering storm. “I want you.”

His smile was slow and full of promise.

“Good. Now take off your clothes.”

Pushed by the need to experience everything he promised, she reached back and unhooked the clasp on her dress, then drew the zipper down. The sound cut harshly through the thick silence. Without pause, she wiggled the bodice down her body and let the chocolate chiffon pool at her feet. Since the dress was strapless and she wasn’t well-endowed, she wore no bra.

His quick indrawn breath told her he appreciated the lack of underwear, and her skin flushed with awareness. Standing before him, the only item keeping her from being fully naked was the scrap of black lacy panties covering the apex between her thighs.

His gaze roved over her like an intimate touch, probing and exploring every part of her with a fierce appreciation that made her feel beautiful. Arilyn knew what he saw. She’d come to terms with her body image and learned to love who she was. Yoga taught her to care for and appreciate the skin she lived in. Yes, she was slim hipped, with a boyish figure and small breasts. She was no hourglass-curved temptress many men lusted after. Her pale skin held a scattering of freckles, and a funny mole on her upper thigh, and her feet were way too big ever to be called delicate. But it was her body, and she lived in it well, so Arilyn tilted her head up, drew her shoulders back, and let him drink his fill.

“I always knew you’d be extraordinary,” he murmured. “But still the reality has me weeping.”

A smile touched her lips. “I thought you weren’t going to offer me poetry.”

“I also said I tell the truth. Turn around so I can see your luscious ass.” She turned slowly, taking her time, enjoying his frank gaze and the obvious erection that told her she was beautiful to him. When he spoke again, his voice was thick with lust. “Now take off the panties. Slow.”

She hooked her fingers under the elastic and dipped down, dragging the skimpy material over her hips, thighs, calves, and kicking them away from her feet. She kept her pussy neatly trimmed but not bare, preferring a more natural state. His low growl told her he liked it.

“Oh, I want to make you do so many bad things, Arilyn,” he drawled. “All for me.” Still fully clothed, he began walking around her, close but not touching, until he teased her with his scent and body heat trapped beneath a suit of civility. “Later, I’m going to make you touch yourself. I’m going to watch you orgasm by your own fingers, so I can see every move you like to ensure your pleasure. I’m going to feast and devour you whole. But we have plenty of time for that. For now, I want you to walk ahead of me into your bedroom.”

Heart tripping madly against her chest, she tried to breathe while she led him down the hall into the bedroom. Knowing her bare ass was on display, she gave an extra swing to her hips, enjoying her role of Eve and temptress. It was as if the secret bad girl inside burst out and refused to be caged again. With Stone, she could be everything she wondered about. She felt safe with him.