Authors: Eliza March
Shifting above her, Cade focused, looking deep into her eyes, and watched the intense expression on her face as she reached her next peak. He’d never seen anything as beautiful, or as sexy as this woman’s satisfaction. Every muscle in his body screamed for her touch.
He collapsed on top of her, grinding his erection against her mound. If anything aroused him, it was the feel of a soft female body under his.
“Nothing turns me on like having a great smelling man pressing me into a mattress,” she said. Her words mirrored his thoughts as he nuzzled her neck and moved quickly to her lips before she gasped out an objection.
“Then we're even.”
The idea of another man making love to her briefly irritated him. He kissed her, hard and demanding, the way he wanted to fuck her…to fuck away any thoughts she might have of any other man. Visions of men lining up to pleasure her sent his possessive juices flowing for the first time in his life.
Damn, he wanted her bad.
The door knock reminded him he’d ordered dessert. He dropped a kiss to her lips before uttering a grunt that sounded like a moan of frustration. The small sound escaped as he slid lower and pressed his face to her belly. Her hands tangled in his hair, and she released a long satisfied sigh.
Finally, he rolled off her and groaned, seriously contemplating ignoring the door. His hand crept higher to her breast hoping to influence her positively to his cause. Instead, she put her hand over his, halting its upward movement.
“Chocolate and Champagne go so well with sex, don’t you agree?”
He looked up at her face and licked his upper lip still tasting her flavor on his tongue. She squeezed his fingers and smiled.
He grumbled a short protest as he rose. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”
And then the sound of her giggle churned through him turning him on even more. Not only wasn’t she one-night-stand material, something told him one time or one night with her would never be enough. A nagging thought worried him now that he’d tasted her sexual promise. A fling might not be enough, either. Up until now, he’d always been the kind of guy who chased casual sex, and always had known the difference between lust with love.
He walked into the sitting area, opened the door, and let room service set up a romantic table with flowers, crystal Champagne flutes, strawberries, and a chocolate fountain. He imagined drizzling warm chocolate down her body…better yet he imagined her drizzling it all over him and licking it off.
There would be nothing casual about the sex when he finally sank inside her and he worried she could make him lose sight of the line he drew in the sand—lust on one side, love somewhere else.
His balls gripped and he thought about ending this now…now before it went any further. For some reason, he already knew Rowan would be difficult to walk away from, and yet even more dangerous to stay with.
The Hotel in London
Rowan couldn’t just lie on the bed and wait. She took off her dress and panties, no bra, and left on her heels. They made her legs look longer and fabulous. No need for a bra. She wanted to see his reaction when she joined him for dessert like this, but did she have the nerve?
Take a deep breath and go out there and take what you want.
He’d been a SEAL and in espionage. She knew that much. Considering the stamina he must have, had her breathing hard.
Just walk…one step in front of the next. She heard the sound of room service leaving and the door closing. It was now or never.
One step.
She imagined nipping his jaw, running her hands over his wide muscular shoulders, and locking her fingers in his thick, blond hair while he drove his promising length into her pulsing, hot core.
Two steps.
God, she could barely breathe thinking about his touch. She imagined his soft hair tickling her, and his hands cupping her breasts while his lips and tongue titillated her nipples. She wanted to go drag him back to bed right now and make use of the iron-hard erection he’d been sporting ever since they’d met. Instead, she decided to tease him just a little more.
Three steps.
Rowan opened the door and stepped into the sitting room.
Candles. Fruit and a chocolate fountain, flowers, flutes of Champagne, and Cade. He’d removed his tie but as soon as he glanced up and saw her, Rowan could practically read every thought in his head.
Four steps.
Rowan picked up the plate in front of her, stabbed a small strawberry with her fork, and dipped it under the waterfall of chocolate. The chocolate sauce covered the whole piece, and she slowly licked it while she inspected the other fruit with interest. As she examined it all, she waited for Cade’s reaction to her attire.
She didn’t dare look at him…not yet Instead she played with the fruit and waited. Finally she turned and caught him staring, watching her lick the chocolate from her fingers with need in his greedy eyes. He picked up a glass of Champagne and placed his lips on the rim, his tongue licking a drop from the edge. She wanted his lips on her, his tongue licking her. Rowan could barely breathe.
“Are you finished teasing me,” he grumbled, turning his back to her.
“Do you want me to stop?.”
“Never,” he admitted, and strode towards her she put up her hand.
She dropped the strawberry and put her glass on the table. “I’m ready for you, now.”
“I don’t mean to rush you after turning this from a business deal into sex.”
“Don’t apologize. Business was never an option.”
“You came because you were interested in the sex?” he asked with a puzzled expression. “Not the business—?”
“Right, the sex…” She frowned. “Jacqui should have warned you, I’m not interested in doing business with anyone like this.”
Cade shook his head as if to clear it. “I’m supposed to be negotiating a deal…” Only after speaking, did he chance glancing back at her.
She held out her hand in an offer of peace.
“We are,” she said. “You did offer me dessert. Right?”
His concentration refocused on her mouth, and she finished by seductively licking her fingers.
His voice went gravelly, “Right.”
The hopeful expression that crossed his face and his statement sent every thought of food from her mind especially when she saw the blatant desire in his eyes. She sucked on her finger and thought of tasting him.
She said, “I’m naked and not that hungry at the moment, for dessert that is. It’s you I want to…taste.”
“I want to taste you too.” The smoldering look Cade gave her quickly took her mind off the table and set her body on fire.
She dipped her fingers in the chocolate, painted her lips, then ran her tongue over them.
Cade stood up, and approached the table slowly, eating up her naked body with his eyes. He walked in her direction, and when he was close enough to touch her, he dipped a finger in the chocolate fountain then painted a heart in chocolate on her breast. He took great care in licking it off before stepping back to make certain he’d gotten it all.
She wiggled her finger in his direction. “Come here.” She pretended to look around. “Back to bed?”
“Are you ready for dessert?” he asked. He shifted up against her so he could resort to using his hands and mouth on her.
“I’m ready.”
He turned back to the table and gripped the open bottle in one hand. His voice sounded as smooth as fifty year-old whiskey when he put the bottle of Champagne in her hands. “Here. I plan on drinking this from your navel.”
The chilled bottle felt good pressed against her sizzling hot skin, and she gave up control temporarily, when he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
“Here’s my warning…I’m going to drink this from your navel too,” she whispered. “Think about that.”
“I was hoping you would.” He breathed in her ear sending chills down her spine and hope to her heart.
Cade stood her in front of the bed and stilled her roaming hands. Then gently pushed her onto the bed.
“Slow down. We have all night. I want to take this slow with you, make it last.” Cade held both her hands pinned over her head, and pressed them into the pillow.
Imagining the way he would touch her made her feel out of control. He’d discover those same sensitive nerves she had when she touched herself. She wasn’t letting him have it all his way.
“Mr. James, please take your clothes off before I rip them off you.” The sensation of his rough clothes against her sensitive skin felt arousing and sensuous but she wanted skin-to-skin contact.
“You are used to running things. But so am I.”
Rowan wanted his talented mouth and hands exploring her body. But she wanted to explore his as well. “Okay,” he relented. “But don’t take too long. I don’t want to start without you.”
Cade grinned. “Go right ahead. I’m intrigued.”
Rowan complied, while he undressed, layer by layer. She’d seen male dancers who weren’t built as well. His muscles rippled with every move, and the heat within her built, rising to a fevered pitch, and her breathing increased speed.
He wasn’t unaffected. His eyes followed each movement of her hand, while she focused on following his happy trail to the natural conclusion, his impressive erection.
He took his time finishing the strip tease, and she allowed him to watch her orgasm. His eyes glazed over and she knew the pulse beating at his throat was just the first sign of his withering control. Then he joined her on the bed, climbing up from the bottom, stalking her like a cat. He placed her hands where he wanted them holding her thighs apart. Every cell in her body sang in anticipation. She wanted him exploring her aroused body.
When she went to move, he stopped her.
“A little controlling are we, Mr. James?”
“Ah, yes, Ms. O’Malley, completely with most situations.”
He firmly spread her legs apart and kissed his way up her thighs. She arched toward his mouth, and reached toward him, trembling with need. It had been too long, and never like this, never with a man like Cade. Jacqui had been right. He was going to be tough to manage.
“I would have preferred taking this hard and fast, but you seem content to drive me crazy, now it’s my turn to turn the tables.”
His slow deliberate assault ensued, so she knew who was in charge. Why was she enjoying allowing him to set this pace? He just seemed so capable.
“Do not move.” He rose up on his knees, and separated her knees, until she was open completely to his view.
“Like what you see Mr. James?”
“You know I do.” He cupped himself, ran a hand up and down his erection.
The sight made her mouth water. As soon as she got her hands on him she was going to trace each defining vein with her fingertips, and drive him mad. Then she’d fan her hands across his chest and every inch of that golden skin and follow with her tongue.
He slipped one finger inside her, making her gasp, and rubbed the inside of her checking her readiness. The liquid gushed, and her sensitive nub swelled at his touch.
She wanted to beg him to keep it up, press harder. But he bent down and his lips brushed over her sensitive skin and he kissed her there. Parting her, he nuzzled her opening.
Her hands were under her hips where he’d placed them, and hell, nothing had ever felt so good until he snapped his tongue back and forth. God, he knew just where to touch her. With an unexpected intake of breath, she tensed under the delightful assault. It felt almost better than when he used his fingers on her.
A sensation like an electric shock shot up her spine, and she screamed. He held her down, exploring her entrance with his tongue, and suckled her again until she screamed. He licked and nipped, and she reached for him, this time digging her fingers into his shoulders. He stilled her by holding her hips in place and feasted on her until she was frantic, thrashing uncontrollably beneath his mouth and begging, begging for anything.
She arched into him again. The experience surpassed anything she expected. Could she endure this much pleasure? “Please, Cade, now please, now, don’t make me wait.”
He took her left hand and placed her middle finger against the pulsing nub at her entrance, pressing, rubbing, rotating, and he stepped back while she groaned and writhed beneath her own fingers.
Watching him watch her would kill her. The experience was more erotic than anything she’d ever imagined. She looked her fill as he cupped his balls in one hand and stroked his other hand up his shaft.
She tried to imprint this moment to memory. His Hollywood good looks, his blond chest hair, the darker trail dividing those perfect abs, and the short, tight curls surrounding his long, thick erection.
His hand wrapped around his shaft and he pumped once, twice.
“Don’t make me beg. Get over here, Mr. James.” She wiggled her eyebrows and then gave him a shy smile. “We’ll take more time later, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
“I don’t believe you’re the type to ever beg, Ms. O’Malley.” Cade laughed and shook his head, then gave her his famous half smile. “This time’s just for you, Ms. O’Malley.” With that, he lowered his head between her thighs and delighted in making her writhe beneath his mouth and tongue. Taking her control until she screamed out and her body shuddered with the power of her release pleased him more than it should.
Cade was almost ready to consider taking his own satisfaction. This time he teased her mouth with his lips and his tongue, not allowing their bodies to make contact. He straddled her again, tested her, and sheathed himself before he relaxed his arms, lowering his body to hers. Once he covered her body, he entered in one long thrust. She felt too damn good. Her tight, hot entrance welcomed his aching, hard length as he drove inside her, wanting to give her more, to give her all he had—but he didn’t dare—not if he wanted this to last past the blink of an eye.
She arched, grabbing his shoulders, silently begging him for more.
She squirmed beneath him, struggling to bring them closer, but he laced his fingers with hers and kissed her instead. And for a moment, she melted into him, then she nipped his lip. “Move, damn you.”
He grinned and started rocking into her, his cock stroking inside her channel, coaxing her climax from her. And then he felt the pressure threaten, but he held back, waiting for his thrusts to take her to the next level. Her labored breath was a dead giveaway.
Then she returned his thrusts, taking each one from him, and dug her nails into his upper arms, holding on, gripping him as if she’d never release him. She was close. He slipped his hand between their bodies, touched her, and she arched into him, stiffening.
He loved the way her climax clenched around him forcing him to control his need. A test. A challenge. One he could handle. Her, not so much.
“Come again for me, Ms. O’Malley,” he whispered. “Come again. Say my name.”
Her internal spasms forced his release with hers. “I’m coming,” he warned as she exploded around him.
“Oh dear lord! So am I, Mr. James.” She muffled her screams against his shoulder as the first wave of her orgasm brought him to his.
The formal name on her lips made him smile as the last of his orgasm shot into her and they both collapsed on to the mattress. Something in this woman made him feel as if he’d met his match and he didn’t even know her.
Once he’d caught his breath, he lifted to keep from crushing her beneath him and rolled her to the side, but still he kept her clasp tightly to his chest and kissed her, again. This time the kiss was less passion and more gratitude.
She had no idea what she did to him, how she made him feel, how she’d soothed the tension of his dangerous life tonight, and for some reason he couldn’t tell her. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
“I can’t stop thinking about those strawberries.” She pushed his weight off her, rolling him to one side. “Come on. Get up.” Rowan pushed him off the bed in a heap. “Let’s go take advantage of that scrumptious dessert. I’m going to paint you in chocolate.”