Something Wild(33)

Her words pierced his heart as it beat out of control, not just with arousal now, but so much more.

He finally left the doorway and went to her. She was so beautiful he  almost couldn't bear to touch her, to mar the perfect image before him,  to let the moment end. Yet, tentatively, he lifted both hands to her  face, then gave her a slow, lingering kiss. When he pulled back, she  looked as awed by his tenderness as he was. His whole body thrummed with  emotion  …  with love. She was his sun and moon, his day and night, his  sweet, innocent sandwich girl and his hot, daring sex kitten.

He touched her lips with two fingertips. "I've missed your kisses."

A familiar look of romantic desperation grew in her eyes just before  Penny threw her arms around his neck, clinging to him. He savored how  much she needed him, knowing now what should've been apparent from the  beginning-he needed her just as much.

When next their lips met, they traded kisses filled with more urgency  than he'd ever known, and his hands roamed her tantalizing curves as she  worked to get him out of his clothes. Soon he stood naked before her,  his arousal brushing her stomach as he drank in the heat that burned in  her eyes.

"Lie down," she said.

The command caught him so off guard he merely gaped.

"Remember the night when you did all the work and gave me all the pleasure?"

He nodded, letting her back him onto the bed.

"Well," she said, coming to kneel over him, "I want to return the favor."

He rested his head on the feather pillow, watching as Penny hovered  above him, her breasts suspended mere inches over his face. He thought  to lift his head enough to nip at one of them, to get one sweet taste of  her, when he heard something click-twice-and realized his wrists were  encircled with plush fabric.

He knew before he even looked up that she'd hooked him to the wrought  iron that lined the top of his sleigh bed with the velvet handcuffs. A  laugh erupted from his throat, yet his amusement quickly dissolved into a  look of pure sexuality he hoped she felt to her core. "Maybe I was  wrong," he said. "Maybe you're the animal."

"I think we both are; that's why we go together so well." She gave him a  suggestive smile. "Although I should warn you, you ain't seen nothin'  yet."

With that, Penny lowered a soft kiss to his lips, then took one last  look into his eyes before proceeding downward. She rained kisses onto  his neck, his shoulders, his chest, each vibrating through him like the  gentle but potent strum of a harp. "You're so sweet," he murmured as her  kisses moved lower over his stomach, making the muscles in his groin  pull taut.

He let out a soft moan, still watching her every move as his pleasure  began to mix with an almost painful anticipation. He groaned just  thinking about, imagining …  And then her soft hand wrapped around his  hardness, stroking him lightly. "Ah … " he sighed as her perfect touch  pulsed through him.

"I want to make you feel incredible," she said, lifting her eyes to his  once more as she lowered a delicate kiss to the tip of his arousal. A  moan tore from deep in his chest, his entire body tensing with heat and  something that felt almost like gratification, except it begged for  more.

She took him into her mouth, her warm lips sliding down over him, and he  cried out at the shocking depth of pleasure that soaked through his  being. His entire world was contained within this bed, within her sweet,  hot mouth, within how beautifully sensual she looked doing what she was  doing. He recalled thinking once before that when they made love, it  was as if they were the only two people in the world, and it was like  that again now. Nothing else existed.

He wanted to touch her, run his fingers through her hair, slide her body  around to give her the same erotic delights she bestowed on him. More  than once, he instinctively reached for her only to be reminded that he  was handcuffed to the bed. She held all the control here. He remembered  feeling taken by her in the limo, yet that had been nothing compared to  this, the sensation now humming through his chest like lightning in a  bottle. Never before had a woman seized all power over him. Never before  had he imagined how damn good that could be.                       
       
           



       

When finally she rose off of him, she gazed down with those innocent eyes that made her such an alluring paradox.

"Ah, honey," he breathed, "I want to kiss you; I want to hold you."

Scrambling up to straddle him, Penny lowered short, furious kisses to  his mouth as she struggled to release his wrists above. When they came  free, his arms fell around her and he held her tight and whispered how  beautiful she was, how perfect, and how wonderful she'd just made him  feel.

She raised her eyes to his. "Make love to me on the balcony."

Ryan's stomach wrenched with the sheer volume of sexual energy she  possessed, and he released a low growl in reply. "Did this just hit you,  or have you … ?"

"Fantasized about it," she finished for him, nodding. "About looking  down on the city, feeling like I'm on the top of the world. About the  breeze on my face and the stars up above and the lights at my feet,  about feeling like we're part of the elements, yet still it's private,  intimate, like no one exists but us."

So she felt it, too, as if they were the only two people in the  universe. Since the moment he'd seen her tonight, his heart had brimmed  so full he feared he might burst apart with the sheer joy of loving her.  He adored what she'd done to him, the control she'd exercised over him,  but now he needed to show her how he felt, needed to fill her with his  love. And it was a love he couldn't bring himself to give voice to-not  yet-but he hoped he could say it with his body.

Penny took his hand and led him out onto the small balcony, approaching  the waist-high rail. Nothing stood between the high-rise building and  the Ohio River but the dark night air, and walls that enclosed both  sides of the balcony ensured their privacy. Her hair blew in the breeze  as she peered over her shoulder at him. Her expression was both patient  and beckoning, and he wished he were an artist so that he could paint  the way she looked right now. He stood in awe of this glorious, sensual  side of her, amazed to be the only man who had experienced it despite  knowing it was an innate part of her and had been long before he'd ever  climbed into that limousine.

Stepping up behind her, he brushed her hair aside to kiss her neck,  shoulder, then slid his hands around her waist, pressing his erection  into the silk of her panties.

"I feel you," she whispered.

He slid himself against her and she leaned into him. He couldn't see her  mouth, but reached up, grazing his fingertips over her silken lips,  then let one finger dip between. It was insane, but it was as if that  other part of himself were inside her mouth, and he moaned into her  hair, then withdrew his finger and dabbed the moisture onto her nipples,  knowing the light summer wind would torment them even more. She gave a  sexy sigh, letting her head fall back against his chest, and he gently  kneaded her breasts.

When Penny turned her head, lifting one arm behind his neck to pull him  into a kiss, he slipped his hand into the front of her panties. She was  wet, and if it was possible, he got even harder. She gave a hot gasp of  pleasure, moving rhythmically against his fingers while his erection  still rubbed her from behind.

Soon the friction was too much and Ryan couldn't wait any longer. "I  have to have you," he growled into her ear, using his free hand to peel  the panties to her thighs.

"Take me," she breathed.

He complied, thrusting himself into her sweet warmth as the breeze  washed over them. He swore softly and she moaned. He pushed himself as  deep inside her as he could, wanting fiercely to connect their bodies in  a way they never had been before. She cried out with each hard stroke,  meeting it with the same force. Almost light-headed with pleasure, he  reached around her to grab onto the railing as they made love.

After regaining some control, he let one hand slide back down into her  wetness and she eased into a more sensuous rhythm almost immediately.  When her climax broke moments later, when she was crying his name in  ecstasy, Ryan felt as if a warm blanket had just fallen over him. The  feeling was safe and pure and made his heart overflow.

Still moving inside her, he embraced her from behind and gazed down on the shimmering river below, the headlights winding up

Eastern Avenue

, the dark greenery of Sawyer Point, and then he leaned near her ear.  "We're making love on the top of the world, honey, just like you  wanted."

Still welcoming his thrusts in breathless pleasure, her reply came in a heated whisper. "Oh, yes."

"You drive me mad," he said, and knew he couldn't keep himself from coming much longer.