The Black Sheep's Inheritance(23)

And he took. Lifting the bra up and out of his way, Sage looked his  fill of the full, luscious breasts that he hadn't been able to stop  thinking about since the first night he'd seen her in that red dress.  Her dusky-rose nipples were hard and erect and he couldn't help himself.  He dipped low and took first one, then the other into his mouth,  rolling that sensitive tip between his lips and tongue, scraping the  edges of his teeth across the pebbly surface until she was sobbing his  name. She held his head to her tightly and when he suckled her she  actually shrieked. That unfettered sound went straight to his groin and  pushed him to take more. To give more.

To have it all.

He straightened up, dropped his hands to the waistband of her jeans and  quickly undid the snap and zipper. Their eyes were locked on each other  as he dipped one hand down, sliding across her abdomen, beneath the  sliver of elastic of the panties she wore, and then delved deeper,  cupping her hot, wet core. At his first touch, her so-expressive eyes  glazed over and she rocked her hips into his hand, silently asking for  more. But he held still, not moving, not stroking, torturing them both.  He luxuriated in the feel of her hot, slick flesh beneath his hand and  gritted his teeth as he fought for control. Then he slid the pad of his  thumb across one particularly sensitive spot and her body jerked in  response.

Her breath hissed in and out of her lungs, her eyes grew wide, her lips  parted and her tongue swept out to lick them. He bent his head and  kissed her briefly as he continued to tease her, stroking that bud of  sensation, enjoying the tremors that continued to rack her body as she  twisted and writhed in his grasp.

"Sage, please..." She tore her mouth from his to beg him for the  release he continued to keep just out of her reach. "You have to," she  murmured, her gaze imploring him, pleading with him to ease the coiled  tension inside her. "Touch me. Take me."

He lost himself in her eyes and gave her what she needed. What they  both needed. Sage dipped his fingers into her depths, stroking,  caressing. Her movements quickened, her breath was strangled, and still  she whispered his name as the cold air wrapped itself around them in an  icy embrace. He felt the magic of her tight heat as she groaned and  writhed wildly against him. She clung to his shoulders, widened her  stance to give him more access and moved with him at every stroke of his  hand.

He watched her. Couldn't take his eyes off of her. He'd never seen  anything more beautiful than Colleen in the grip of passion. Small,  breathless sounds escaped her throat. She chewed at her bottom lip and  locked her gaze with his until all he could see of the world were her  amazing, deep blue eyes.

Everything she felt shone clearly on her face, so he knew when her  climax was hurtling toward her. Knew when she reached the precipice and  fused his mouth to hers when she finally bolted over the edge, trembling  and quaking in his arms with the force of her release.

And when it was done, he wanted more. He was hungrier for her now than  he had been before he had touched her, and damned if he was going to  wait any longer.

"Come with me," he blurted, hoping she could hear him through the sexual haze clouding her mind and her eyes.

He didn't bother doing up her jeans again. He'd only have to undo them  in a second or two. Taking hold of her hand, he marched back to the  front door, grabbed the key and unlocked it. Pulling her inside after  him, he threw the bolt on the door, then grabbed her and held her  tightly enough to him that she couldn't help but feel the hard thickness  of his own arousal pushing into her. Still, she was a little nervous  about going into someone else's home like this.

"Can we do this? In a stranger's house?"

"Ed's not a stranger to me," Sage whispered. "Trust me, he'd approve. So? What do you think?"

Colleen hoped he was right about what Ed would think because she really  didn't want to waste this moment. He was staring down into her eyes and  her sense of caution was washed away in a rising tide of desire.

"Yes," she whispered in answer to his unspoken question. "Yes, Sage. Now."

She licked her lips and then went up on her toes to kiss him as  hungrily as he had kissed her the first time. He met that passion with  all of his own. Tearing her sweater off, he then pulled up her shirt and  whipped it over her head before tossing it to the nearest chair. She  was pulling at his jacket, too, then ripping at his shirt. He heard a  couple of buttons sail across the room and he didn't give a damn.  Anything to have her skin against his. Now. This minute.                       
       
           



       

No more waiting.

He was blind to everything but her. Sage had never known such  all-consuming desire before. Sex had always been fast and hot and no  deeper than a puddle. This was more because she was more. But he didn't  want to think about that now. Didn't want to consider just why he was so  desperate to have her. It was enough that he needed. Wanted.

She pulled free of the kiss, reached for his belt buckle and undid it,  her gaze on his, never shifting. Nothing sexier than a woman who can  look you in the eye while getting naked. She unbuttoned his jeans and  then reached inside to cup her hand around his aching, rock-hard  erection.

At the first touch of her fingers, he damn near lost it and that was  humiliating to admit, even to himself. But he was wound so tight,  hurting so bad, it wasn't surprising. Her grip was strong and gentle,  firm and soft, and the touch of her fingers on his sensitized skin was  like putting a match to dry kindling.

"Don't." Gritting his teeth, he took hold of her hand and pulled it  free as he gave her a half smile to take the sting out of his sharp  warning. "You keep that up, and it's over before we get started."

"Okay then. Can't have that." She toed off her sneakers before taking hold of her jeans to drag them off.

"I'll do that," he said, stroking his hands across her breasts, cupping  them in his palms, thumbing her nipples, until she swayed unsteadily on  her feet. "I've been thinking of nothing but stripping you out of your  jeans for the past few days. I want to enjoy the moment."

"Hope it's okay if I enjoy it, too," she whispered.

"Absolutely." Smiling, he dropped his hands to the waist of her jeans  and slowly pushed them down over her generous, gorgeous hips. He took  that tiny swatch of lace panties with him as he went, and going down on  his knees, he left a trail of kisses along her flesh as it was exposed  to his gaze. "You have an amazing body," he murmured.

She squirmed in his grasp and reached down to slide her fingers through  his hair, dragging her nails across his scalp. "My boobs are too big,"  she argued in a quiet voice. "And so are my feet and my butt."

"You're wrong," he whispered and as if to prove a point, he slid his  hands around to cup her behind, his fingers kneading her tender flesh  until she whimpered and swayed unsteadily. "You have a great butt and  your breasts...beautiful."

She held on to his shoulders to keep herself steady and then stepped  out of her jeans when he wanted her to. Then she was naked, standing  there in a splash of watery sunlight, as glorious as he'd known she  would be. He ran his hands over the line of her hips and all the way  down her long, shapely legs to her narrow feet. "I love your curves. A  man could get lost in your body and happily stay that way."

She cupped her hand under his chin and tipped his head back so she  could look into his eyes. "You mean that," she asked after a long second  or two, "don't you?"

"Babe," he assured her, "your body is a wonderland."

She had curves and he liked them. She had long legs and he wanted them  wrapped around his hips, pulling him deeper into her body. And the dark  blond curls at her center were at just the right height for him to do  something he'd been dreaming of doing for far too long.

Still looking up at her, Sage reached out to brush those curls aside,  clearing a path for his mouth, his tongue. She knew what he was about to  do. Her eyes went wide and she sucked in a deep breath and held it.  "Sage..."

"I want to taste all of you," he said and leaned in, covering her heat with his mouth.

She gasped and arched into him, her fingers digging into his shoulders,  her short, neat nails scraping his skin. She wobbled unsteadily, but  his hands on her butt kept her still, held her in place.

He licked and kissed and stroked and fed the frenzy leaping inside him.  He sensed the tension in her body and tightened it with every slide of  his tongue. His hands ran up and down her thighs, over her hips, and  then dipped down so that he could invade her heat even while he tasted  her.

The world shrank down until there was only Colleen. Her taste, her  scent-she was all. She was everything. Every soft moan and gasp that  escaped from her throat made him more frantic to feel her body bucking  under his. He sensed she was close to another climax, and this time, he  was going to be buried deep inside her when she came.