Resisting The Tycoon's Seduction (The Berutelli Escape) (7 page)

“Why?”

She tried to sit up, but he shifted around slightly so that she was laying underneath him, his large body covering hers.  She looked up at him and her mind instantly cleared.  “What are you doing?” she asked, feeling breathless all of a sudden. 

Zeke almost smiled because it seemed pretty obvious to him what he was doing.  He’d been holding her in his arms for hours.  A man could only be a gentleman for a limited amount of time. 
“I’m just getting more comfortable.  I’ve been sitting with you on my lap for the past several hours.  I need to get some circulation in my legs.”

She started to feel horribly guilty
, but then felt his leg shift, moving between hers and she understood that he wasn’t really complaining.  Her eyes looked up at his and she stopped breathing for a moment.  With the dim light, she could barely see him but she could feel every inch of him and it made her start trembling again.  “You’re doing something else.”

He raised an eyebrow at that comment, his mouth smiling slightly.  “What do you think I’m doing?” he asked
, his hand caressing her back and side, reveling in the slender strength of this delicate woman.  If she asked him to stop, to move away, he would do so, but there was something about the way she looked up at him which told him that she wanted this as well.  Very much so. 

Since one of his hands was sliding up underneath her silk blouse, she couldn’t speak for a long moment. “I think you’re trying to take advantage of my
weakened state.”  She started to put her hands on his shoulders to push him away, but instead, her fingers felt the warmth of his body and just…stayed.  Her brain told her to push him away but it felt too right, too warm and….nice.

She felt his laughter this time
, the deep sound vibrated through her body, the heat and tingling increasing.  “Are you in a weakened state?” he asked and his mouth found her neck, nuzzling the sensitive areas he’d found the last time. 

She shifted underneath him, getting into a more advantageous position.  Advantageous for what, she wouldn’t allow herself to figure out.  But when she moved, the friction of their bodies, even through their clothes, didn’t create comfort.  No, there was no way this position could be defined as comfortable.  “Yes,” she sighed and tentatively moved her hands on his shoulders. 

She wasn’t sure if she was confirming her weakened state or if she was saying yes to what he was doing to her. 

She felt restless and wanted to touch him.  Not make love to him, she asserted firmly.  She just wanted to know wh
at he felt like underneath his cotton shirt.  She wanted to explore his muscles, to find out if the rest of his skin was rough like his hands or…different.  Was he rough everywhere?  Or was his skin like hers?  Her curiosity, and this spreading heat, made her bold and a peculiar, driving ache was invading her body.

He lifted his body away from her and she whimpered at the loss of his warmth.  A light came on and she blinked, initially worried that the light would hurt her
head but then she saw what he was doing and her eyes feasted on the sight of his emerging chest.  His long fingers quickly unbuttoned his shirt and then tossed it behind him.  She was propped up on her elbows to get a better look at him, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips and she had no idea how alluring she looked.

But Zeke did.  His body was hard and aching for her but he paused a long moment to survey this incredible beauty lying on his bed.  Her lush breasts were pushed forward and he could see the soft swells with the silk pulled back.  Her legs were twisted to the side, but he knew the warmth of her body, the heat of her legs around him.  She even had the cutest, red painted toenails and he wanted to touch every inch of her gorgeous skin. 

Priorities, he told himself as he lowered himself down to her.  “Touch me, Marissa,” he commanded.  He watched her eyes dart from his down to his chest, that sexy tongue darting out again and he knew she wanted to touch him but something was holding her back.  To encourage her, he lifted her hand, placing it on his chest and felt an enormous amount of satisfaction when her fingers remained.  That satisfaction was completely obliterated when her slender limbs moved against his skin, firing a heat within him that almost made him lose control.  He’d always enjoyed women’s caresses, but something about Marissa’s tentative touch made him feel the urgent need to bury himself in her heat. 

He held back, pushing the pain of that need to the back and letting her touch him even though it felt like he was going to die a happy death with her slow, curious fingers on his body.  When her fingers ran over his flat, male nipple, he sucked in his breath harshly.  Her fingers flew away but he gritted his teeth and grabbed her hand, placing it right back where he wanted it.  “Don’t stop,” he ordered. 

Marissa watched in fascination as his muscles twitched and flexed under her fingertips.  The more she touched, the more spellbound she was with his skin and the way he reacted no matter where she touched him.  Her eyes kept looking at his face to determine if she might be irritating or hurting him but his eyes were tightly closed and his bulging muscles straining as he held himself over her.  She took the opportunity to do exactly what she’d wanted to do.  Her fingers fanned out, noting how erotic her pale fingers looked against his tanned, muscular skin. 

“You are amazing,” she whispered softly, reverently as she continued to explore him.  She felt her body heating up whenever he flinched or groaned and the more she touched, the bolder her fingers became.  And even better, his groans grew in intensity until he shook his head, grabbed her hands and held them over head. 

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, her stomach fluttering and her body aching for him to touch her.  But she would feel horrible if she’d done anything to hurt him.

“The exact opposite,” he growled.  “I love the way you touch me, Marissa.  And next time, I’ll let you touch me all you want, but right now, I can’t take anymore.”  He bent down and kissed her, his mouth possessing hers.  Despite being held hostage by his gentle, iron grip, she still felt powerful.  When he looked down at her, his eyes lighting on fire as he watched her body writhe underneath him, she knew that she wanted him.  She knew that she was making a dangerous decision, but at this moment, it was the only right one. 

“Please, Zeke,” she whispered, her eyes telling him without words what she wanted.

Zeke hesitated for only a moment before he stood up, grabbing her hands and pulling her up next to him.  He didn’t let her hide in any way.  As he stripped her clothes off of her, he touched everywhere, kissing, nibbling, biting.  The feelings he created within her were so powerful, she tried to push him away at times but he wouldn’t let her go and he wouldn’t stop. 
When she was completely naked, he laid her down on her back and followed her, his hands worshiping her breasts and his mouth continued on the same path, tasting the raspberry nipple and reveling when her fingers slid into his hair.  Her hands held him there for a long moment while he sucked, hard.  A moment later, she was pulling him away, the feeling too intense but she just pulled him right back to her, wanting more as soon as the stirrings ended. 

Zeke chuckled, but it was getting harder and harder to hold himself back.  He moved to the other breast and when he received the response he wanted, he smiled and stood up.  With deft, swift fingers, he tossed his slacks and boxers to the side, coming right back to her and moving lower.  When he smelled her arousal, he almost lost his control but he took a deep breath, closing his eyes to concentrate on something other than the woman who couldn’t keep still when he touched her, then moved to
wards his ultimate goal.

“Open up for me Marissa,” he encouraged.

Marissa didn’t follow his instructions.  Instead, she sat up and took his head in her hands, kissing him gently but with all the pent up desire that she couldn’t seem to control. 

He wanted to smile, but she pressed her body against his
and he couldn’t hold back any longer.  As much as he wanted to continue exploring her body, he needed to be inside her.  Now! 

Looking into her eyes, he pulled her knees up around his hips, his body probing.  When he found her core, hot and more than ready for him, he had to close his eyes and regain his control.  No other woman had ever been able to drive him so crazy as this slender, shy woman could. 

“Are you ready?” he asked softly, even though he knew that she was physically ready.  He wanted her to need this just as much as he did. 

“If you don’t continue, I’ll think you’re just teasing me,” she gasped out between deep breaths of anticipation. 

Zeke thought he might have smiled, possibly even laughed, but he was in too much pain, desperate to be inside of her.  “A tease, huh?” he asked.  He grabbed her arms again, pulling them up higher so she couldn’t touch him any longer.  He couldn’t take any additional stimulation right now and if he was going to make this good for her, he couldn’t have her touching him. 

“I need you to be honest with me,” he said, his body pressing against hers, gritting his teeth when she rubbed her naked body against his. 

“What is it?” she demanded, almost screaming out in frustration.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” he asked. 

Marissa wished she could be more sophisticated about the whole subject but she wasn’t.  Instead, she was frustrated that he wouldn’t get on with it.  “No.  But I’m still waiting for you to do something about that.”

He thought he
might have chuckled but he wasn’t sure.  With infinite slowness, he shifted so he was at her entrance.  With a control he hadn’t known he possessed, he pressed into her, gritting his teeth as her heat wrapped around him.  She was so hot, so wet and he wanted to just slam into her.  But he had to take this slowly.  Carefully.  He didn’t want to hurt her and, never having been with a virgin before, he wasn’t exactly sure what to do. 

When he felt the resistance, he sighed and kissed her, taking her lips with his and bringing her back to that writhing need she’d been at before.  When he felt her body moving against his once more, he pressed into her, feeling her flinch as he broke through and buried himself fully inside of her heat. 

When he thought she might be okay, he looked down at her, noticing that she was biting her lower lip as if she were having trouble keeping still.  Since that wasn’t the point, he shifted inside of her and was relieved when she glanced up at him, her eyes filled with the wonder the friction of their bodies created. 

“More,” she sighed and pressed herself into him.

Zeke was more than happy to oblige.  He pressed into her heat, moving in and out carefully, slowly, watching her facial expressions for signs of what she wanted.  She was probably too self-conscious to tell him so he had to go with…

“Any chance you could go a bit faster?” she bit out.

Zeke was stunned, but it turned him on even hotter.  “Absolutely,” he said and shifted so he could move faster, harder.  When she seemed to like that more, he lifted her hips and moved even faster.  He was just about to start counting backwards from one hundred when he felt her body tighten in his arms.  Shifting slightly, moving his hips ever so subtly, he watched in fascination as she screamed out, her fingers clenching against his shoulders and her body arching into his as her climax took over her body. 

Only then would Zeke let go of his own control.  As she continued to throb around him, he
pressed into her, hearing her screams as he himself found his own release.  He wished fervently that he could stop, could slow down and help her go again, but his own climax was so intense, so earth shattering that he wasn’t really sure if he was still conscious. 

Zeke rolled over, taking her with him and breathing in deep, hulking breaths of oxygen.  He’d never experienced anything so intense.  He had to cover her fingers when he felt them start to move on his chest because, and he couldn’t really believe this himself, he wanted her again.  Shockingly, the need was just as intense. 

“Why can’t I touch you?” she asked, sighing with happiness.

He smiled himself even though she couldn’t see him.  “Because you need to recover.”

Marissa laughed, but acknowledged that he might be right.  “How long does it take to recover?” she asked softly, still trying to catch her breath herself. 

Zeke thought she was kidding but
when she looked down at her hopeful expression, he had to laugh because she was absolutely serious.  “Normally it takes about twenty-four hours,” he teased, rolling back onto his side, tucking her naked body next to him. 

She looked at him, not sure if he was
joking.  She bit her lower lip, taking her hands off of his chest and pulling back slightly.  “I’m sorry.  I didn’t know that it was that difficult.”

Zeke threw back his head and laughed.  “I said normally.  I think with you next to me, it might take significantly less time.”
  He nuzzled her neck, tickling her sensitive skin as their breathing slowly came back to normal. 

She smiled slightly, her eyes looking at his chest and wondering if she could touch him.  Maybe taste him?  What would his skin taste like?  She was guessing it might be salty.  Maybe just a bit…tantalizing? 

“What does that smile mean?” he asked.  He might be nervous if he didn’t have a very good idea already.