“Hey, I appreciate the effort,” he told her. “The pizza will still be great.” And he turned her around. With a finger to her chin, he lifted her face up so that he could look down at her. With a tender gesture he’d never thought he would ever feel, he wiped a lone tear away with his thumb even as he bent down to kiss her.
Just like all the other times that he’d kissed this woman, what had started off as a gentle caress, a kiss that was meant to soothe, morphed into something significantly more passionate. Her trembling lips kissed him back even as his hands pulled her closer. The oven mitts fell to the floor as her hands touched his arms. But it wasn’t enough, he wanted her closer, her soft body pressed against his.
He couldn’t get enough of her! His hands slipped under her soft sweater, feeling the delicate skin underneath, and he groaned with impatience. Forgetting that dinner was about to be delivered, he pulled the sweater over her head, unconcerned that it landed in the middle of her kitchen floor. All he wanted, needed, was this woman naked and in his arms.
Violet couldn’t believe how incredible this man’s touch felt. When the cooler air touched her skin, she didn’t care in the least. In fact, her whole body felt overheated as his fingers skimmed across her stomach. She arched into his hand, needing more, needing all of him. She wasn’t aware of her fingers moving higher along his arms, sliding underneath his suit jacket so that she could feel the muscles in his chest and his warm skin. All she knew was that this man was making her crazy for more. Her nervousness disappeared as quickly as her bra, landing on top of her sweater.
Before she had a chance to become self-conscious, he’d lifted her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, laying her down in the center and following her down. His mouth latched onto her breast and she just about screamed with the newest sensation. The heat! The power as he teased and pulled at her hard nipple with his hot mouth. That heat was a sensation she’d never thought possible, didn’t even know existed!
With deft fingers, her jeans slid off of her legs and she squirmed for a moment as he stood up, still fully clothed, and looked down at her in only her white cotton underwear and wool socks.
“Creek, I can’t…” she started to say as her hands drifted to cover herself, but Creek shook his head. “Don’t do it, Violet,” he commanded, slipping his suit jacket off of his shoulders and tossing it over a chair. His fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt and rapidly dispensed with that article of clothing as well. When his hands moved to his belt, Violet lifted up on her elbows, her shyness completely gone as his magnificent body, packed with muscles and covered with tanned skin and a light dusting of dark hair, was revealed to her. Unknowingly, she licked her lips, catching his attention and making his urgency stronger.
“Open yourself to me, Violet,” he ordered when his body throbbed to the point of pain. That tongue…the things he wanted to do with that tongue! Damn, he hadn’t felt this urgency since his first time. Maybe not even then, he thought with self-derision. His pants were gone in moments, his boxers flying over the top of his clothes and then he turned back to her. When he realized she was staring at his erection, he almost groaned with the need to bury himself inside of her.
A part of him wanted to do just that, knowing how much he’d paid for this pleasure. But that wasn’t all he wanted. He looked down at this incredible beauty, who was practically writhing in anticipation, her eyes still nervous but then her tongue darted out again. Was she doing that on purpose? He thought to tell her that he didn’t need more provocation, that he was already there, but the words wouldn’t come out.
Bending lower, he took her pert nipple in his mouth once again, biting then soothing the tip and enjoying the way she arched her back, pressing her soft flesh into his mouth more. His hands slid down her slender body, touching her soft skin, amazed that anyone could be this perfect. Her stomach wasn’t perfectly flat, but he loved the way it had a small, soft curve to it. And lower, he could smell her arousal and his body demanded that he taste her, see all of her, and know what she felt like when she climaxed in his mouth.
“No!” she gasped, when his fingers strayed lower, but he wasn’t having any resistance. This woman was his now. At least for the night, he told himself. And he was damn sure going to enjoy all of her, especially the essence of her. With firm hands, he took each of her ankles and pulled her legs apart, almost laughing when she tried to hide herself with her hands. “It isn’t going to work, Violet. I get all of you,” he told her.