The Devil She Knew(17)

He stayed where he was, not moving any closer, and Suzie frowned. Had he changed his mind?

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I'm taking a moment to enjoy the view." He stepped towards the bed, his  gaze devouring her body. "I knew the Fiji Islands would be beautiful,  but I never expected to see anything so stunning."

His words sent a warm feeling into her belly. Suzie arched her back a  little so her breasts would jut towards him and her waist would look  smaller. She wasn't usually such an exhibitionist, but he seemed to  bring it out in her. "If you don't hurry up, the view might take matters  into her own hands."

He raised his eyebrows. "I'd like to see that."

The hunger in his eyes was all the encouragement she needed to run her  hands over her breasts, first cupping them, then teasing her nipples  into hard points. "Careful what you wish for, because you might get it."

Nate licked his lips. His swimming shorts were stretched out in front,  the fabric under serious pressure. "Wishes can come true," he said in a  voice so husky, Suzie's warm feeling expanded, spreading through her  limbs. To have a man like him look at her with such appreciation was the  most powerful aphrodisiac she could imagine. He was so handsome it made  a girl want to write poetry or sing opera. Or slide one hand  oh-so-slowly over her belly and down to the wet cleft between her legs.

Nate's lips parted as his gaze followed her hand's progress. He was  breathing hard and his eyes were hazy with lust. Putting on a show for  him didn't make her self-conscious. It made her feel powerful, and so  aroused she could hardly stand it.

"Come here," she whispered. If he made her wait a second longer, she was going to scream.

He pushed off his swimming shorts and stepped out of them. Suzie leaned  back to admire him. He was the beautiful one, with the ridges of his  muscles of his stomach and thigh muscles more defined than any Greek  statue. And he was well-endowed enough that if he were to be a statue  model, Michelango would need an extra block of marble. Forget the fig  leaf, he'd need a palm leaf to cover that monster.

Then Nate was beside her, and his kiss drove every thought from her  head. All she felt was the pleasure of his touch and the strength of her  need.

With one hand Nate caressed her breast, his touch sending thrills of  pleasure into her as strong as electric shocks. Suzie ran her hand over  the hard slabs of muscle in his back, then gasped when he took her  nipple in his mouth. Oh, that felt so good. She took hold of his shaft,  stroking him, groaning at the knowledge of how wonderful he was going to  feel when he thrust into her. She was ready for him. More than ready.  She grabbed one of the condoms, ripped it open, then rolled it onto him.  Now he was ready too.

"Don't keep me waiting," she whispered.

He bit her ear lobe and his warm breath in her ear gave her goosebumps.  "What's your hurry?" His tongue flicked lightly around the rim of her  ear, sending shivers down the back of her neck. "I've waited years for  this moment. I'm going to enjoy every inch of you."

She bit her lip as his mouth moved slowly down the side of her throat.  One hand moved gently over the sensitive skin on the underside of her  breast, exploring its curve. Oh sweet mother of dragons, that felt good.  Too good. He was going to torment her by taking her to the brink of  orgasm without letting her plunge over the edge. And she had to go over.  She'd never needed anything as badly.

"You're trembling," he murmured.

She lifted one hand, then clenched it. Yup, she was shaking. She'd never  done that before, but then again, she'd never felt like this before  either. He'd wired her into an amplifier somehow, turned all her senses  way up. Could it be the way he touched her? His hands and mouth were  skilled, but it was more than that. Not just his delicious musk smell  mixed with salt, or the sureness of his movements, the strong-willed  maleness of him.

No, it was all those things mixed together, with a pinch of something  unexplained. Something that spoke to the deepest, most sensual parts of  her. Whatever had caused it, the need inside her was achingly strong,  and felt so good she never wanted it to stop.

"You like that?" he murmured, kissing her neck while he teased her nipple with his fingers.

"Uh-huh," she managed.

"And that?" He ran his hand over her belly and she spread her legs wider.         

     



 

When his hand moved back up to her breast, she could have screamed. Didn't he know how badly she needed him?

In fact, the strength of her need was a little scary. She didn't like  letting any man have this much power over her, not after what she'd been  through with the bad boys she'd dated. Lord help her if any of them had  been able to affect her so strongly. She would have been at the mercy  of someone who would have broken her heart and probably taken her for  everything she had. She didn't want to think about how bad it might have  gotten.

But this was Nate. She'd discovered how honorable he was. Nothing like  the losers she used to date. Besides, it was a one-time-only thing.

And nothing mattered now except the throbbing urgency she felt. She  threw her leg over his and pushed forward so his hardness pressed into  her belly. The top of her thigh rubbed against his leg, but it wasn't  nearly enough, not by a long shot. All it did was intensify the need  inside her, the emptiness that demanded to be filled.

He stroked down her belly, then - thank the sweet goodness - his fingers  moved between her legs. She moved her body backward to give his hand  better access. His touch was gentle, his fingers gliding over her,  teasing her with soft caresses. She longed to order him to thrust into  her, to give her the release she was so desperate for, but she was  afraid that might make him draw it out longer instead.

"You want more?" he asked, kissing the hollow at the base of her throat.

He knew she did, and he was enjoying stringing her out. "Yes," she  managed, clamping her lips to stop herself from adding the word please.  She wouldn't beg.

"I want it hard," she said instead.

"I'm not ready to give you that. Not yet."

"But-"

He cut off her objection with a long, deep kiss. Then he moved down her body and his tongue found the place that ached.

She gasped with the shaft of intense pleasure that shot up her body.  Dimly she knew she was grabbing a fistful of sheets with one hand and a  fistful of his hair with the other. Then everything disappeared but the  sensation of his tongue on her and his fingers plunging into her.

The pressure of her impending orgasm built with incredible force. It  felt like a torrent of seething water building behind a dam that would  give way at any moment. She clung to his hair and the bed as though they  were the only things keeping her attached to this world. And when the  tidal wave of sensation finally grew so huge that the dam burst, she was  swept away, tumbled over and over.

It wasn't until the wave started to recede that she realized she'd been crying out his name.

He moved up over her and held her close while aftershocks shuddered  through her. She clung to him until she got both her senses and her  strength back. He didn't try to kiss her again. His cheek was against  her hair. His body pressed down on hers, skin against skin, and they  were both breathing hard.

"I think I needed that," she gasped finally.

He let out a long, low chuckle that did the impossible and reignited her  desire. His shaft was rock hard against her hip. He had to be  suffering.

And just because he'd given her the most intense, incredible orgasm of her life, didn't mean she couldn't tease him a little.

"Okay," she said, pretending to push him away. "So that's done. Now, you'd better get that engine started and I'll go-"

He let out a little growl, deep in the back of his throat. Then he moved  over her, between her legs. She gasped as he pushed inside her and dug  her fingernails into his back, pulling him closer. She'd thought nothing  could feel better than the orgasm she'd just had. But this was  different. A pleasure less violent, but deeper somehow.

She wrapped her legs behind him and he put his hand on the back of one  thigh and pushed it higher still, angling her the way he wanted her.

She was going to come again.

The feeling of him moving over her, pushing into her, was too good. His  glorious muscles were flexing under her hands. His eyes had darkened and  she could feel him trying to hold back his own orgasm. His iron will  was as hard as his body, but she could feel his pleasure cresting,  intensifying hers.

Nothing could have prepared her for what came next.

Forget rushing water - her second orgasm slammed into her with the force  of a ten-ton articulated lorry. Then it reversed over her a few times  for good measure.

At some point, while she was screaming, he must have come too. She barely noticed.

By then she was a quivering mess of road-kill, every nerve and pleasure-center in her body firing at once.

Finally, they collapsed together in a tangle of weak limbs. He rolled  over and pulled her against his front, his arms tight around her, and  nuzzled her neck.