The Tycoon's Marriage Exchange (14 page)

She looked up at him anxiously at first, but he didn’t give her time to panic.  His arms wrapped around her waist and his mouth covered hers in a deep, passionate kiss that told him everything he wanted to know. 
Her response was tentative at first, but after only moments, he could sense the change in her, the reaction he’d been waiting for ever since he’d kissed her at the church. 
When he felt her hands move up around his neck and her body press against his, he knew that he’d overcome her silly
and unrealistic
desire to remain just friends. 

Damn!  He wanted this woman with a passion that was relentless but he had to slow down and take it easy. 
He unbuttoned his shirt and moved closer, not removing the shirt but letting it hang down, giving him a little cool air to try and slow himself down. 

With slow hands, he moved his fingers along her waist.  Feeling her body tense with the movement, he kept up with the touch until she sighed and relaxed against him once again.  He continued to kiss her, his tongue teasing, his lips caressing and, every once in a while, he nibbled at her lip.  When she smiled at that and turned her face up towards his, giving in and accepting that touch, he moved on. 
He moved his mouth across her cheek, stopping at her ear, hearing her gasp as he nibbled along the delicate shell, then moving downward.  When he felt her body shift towards him, he controlled his libido and slowed down even more. 

Moving slowly, he kissed her neck, her shoulders, teasing her collar bone, all the while, moving his hands along her waist, then up her back and back down to her waist.  She stiffened when she felt him loosen one of the pearl buttons along her back, but when his fingers ran along the newly exposed skin, she arched towards his hand, inhaling sharply and closing her eyes with excitement. 

Kallista couldn’t believe how wonderful his hands and mouth felt.  She wanted more, wanted him to move faster, to touch her skin with his long fingers but he kept the pace so slow and she didn’t know how to ask him to go faster. 

With a need that was pounding through her, she lifted her own hands from his forearms and slid them up his arms, running her fingers along his biceps and reveling in how strong he was.  And all of that strength was contained, held back for her benefit so he wouldn’t frighten her.  This latent power, just under her fingertips made her feel feminine and protected, soft and wanted.  Needed actually. 

When he stepped back and her wedding gown fell to the floor, Kallista almost protested, her eyes looking down for the fraction of a second he allowed her before he lifted her into his arms and set her down outside the pool of her gown. 

She stood there in front of him in only her strapless satin bra, lace underwear and the lace topped, thigh high stockings her mother had convinced her would be perfect for her gown.  Why she’d given into her mother, she didn’t know.  But seeing the heat in Hector’s eyes, the intensity of his gaze, she understood the power she might have over him.  Instead of lifting her hands to cover herself as she desperately wanted to do, Kallista forced her hands to remain by her sides, although she turned her red face away from him, unable to look at him while he surveyed her almost naked body. 

“Please don’t shy away from me, Kallista.  I find you’re amazingly beautiful.  And seeing you like this, knowing that no other man has touched you, or even seen you like this, it humbles me.”  He took her hand and placed it over his chest, letting her feel his heartbeat.  “This is what you do to me,” he explained.  “I want you.  And I might be able to make you feel things that are outside of your comfort zone, but be assured that you do the same thing to me.”

Kallista’s fingers curled slightly in an attempt to feel his heart racing.  Her eyes, stunned and amazed, looked up at his face, seeing the truth of his words in his strong features.  He wanted her.  He was feeling exactly what she was experiencing, she thought. 

In response, she stepped closer.  Her legs barely stood, but she
got as close as she dared.  Taking a deep breath, she moved her hand across his chest, feeling his hot skin, reveling in the light coat of hair that covered his chest and smiling when she heard his sharp intake of breath as her fingers touched him.  When he groaned, she took a deep breath and, gathering all her courage, kissed him right there, in the middle of his magnificent, muscular chest. 

His hands immediately went up to her head, his fingers diving into her hair and pulling her head back while his mouth covered hers again, ravaging this time, showing her without words that he wanted her desperately. 

Kallista didn’t pull back.  In fact, she increased the intensity, lifting her face up to his and kissing him back with her heart pouring out her gratitude for how sweet he was being with her this first time.  As he kissed her, she stopped thinking.  Her hands were no longer afraid of touching him.  It became a compulsion, a need she couldn’t quench and her hands moved across his skin, feeling and testing the various textures, her body aching, her stomach clenching even tighter as she explored more.  Everywhere she touched, she wanted to feel more.  She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and Hector helped her, tossing it over her wedding gown before bringing her hands back up to his chest, encouraging her touch the only way he knew. 

When his hands touched her bare skin, she pulled back, her eyes closed and her mouth open as she gasped and moved.  Not away this time, but towards him, pressing her soft curves against his hard body, feeling his erection against her stomach but no longer afraid of what it meant. 

His fingers expertly released the clasp in the back and her bra came lose.  Hector lifted her into his arms, even as she grasped her bra, trying in vain to keep the material in place.  He carried her over to the bed and laid her gently in the middle, then climbed in beside her, holding himself above her with his strong arms and looking down at her.  He didn’t try to convince her with words to let the bra go.  Instead, he lowered his head to her fingers that were holding the satin material in place, kissing and nuzzling, biting the tip of one finger, then sucking on the end.  It only took a few moments of that kind of torture and her hands were back around his neck, her arms moving around him so her hands could bring his head back to her mouth. 

He kissed her deeply, while his hands moved up from her waist.  When his fingers cupped one breast, he loved the way her body arched against him, pressing her breast into his palm and crying out with little gasps.  He moved his mouth downward, inching ever so closely to his initial goal and
when he finally reached her breast, he hesitated.  She was completely still, her eyes closed and Hector blew slowly on the tip, watching in fascination as the raspberry nipple peaked before his eyes.  She shook her head back and forth, her body moving of
its
own accord when he didn’t take her nipple in his mouth.  She arched against him while at the same time, bringing his head down, meeting him halfway.  When his hot mouth
closed over her nipple, the little sighs and mews turned into a gasp of pleasure which made his body ache and throb. 

He paid homage to her breast, teasing the tender flesh until she shook her head, her hips moving restlessly under his until his hands came down to hold her still.  A man could only take so much torture, he thought as he moved to the other breast.  But because she didn’t stop her movements below, his shifted, his knee pressing between hers and he smiled slightly when her legs opened for him, his hips moving between hers. 

With careful, slow movements, he pressed himself against her, letting her feel him before he started entering her. 
One hand moved low, a finger slipping inside her hot, wet core all the while his mouth worshipped her other breast, moving back to the first and ensuring that she was just as driven with need as he was. 

When he looked down at her, her eyes were still closed and her body was actually moving rhythmically to his hands.  He couldn’t believe how sensuous she looked, her body flushed, her hips pressing against his hands and her cute tongue sticking out of her mouth as she focused on finding that currently elusive friction he knew she needed. 

With careful movements, he replaced his fingers with his erection, pressing ever so slowly into her heat, groaning as he realized how tight she was, how her body wrapped around his like a tight, hot glove, squeezing him and he felt her nails clench slightly against his arms. 

He moved in slightly, then pulled out and almost smiled when her face registered her frustration with that movement.  When he pushed back in, she sighed and lifted her hips, knowing instinctively how to move to drive him crazy with the need to pound into her. 

He slipped out, then in again, slightly deeper each time until he found the barrier.  With tender hands, he held her head and called her name.  “Kallista!” he called out when she didn’t respond the first time. 

“Don’t stop!” she begged, her back arching to try and take him deeper inside her body. 

Hector groaned and held himself still and shook his head. “Look at me,” he commanded, his voice husky with the pleasure she was giving him with her innocent movements. 

When she opened her eyes and looked up at him, her breathing rapid and labored, her hips still moving to try and gain more of him, he looking into her eyes.  “I don’t want to hurt you, but…” he stopped and let her know that he was going to do it anyway.

Kallista had only a moment’s notice before he plunged in, deeply filing her up.  There was a small ping she felt and a slice of pain, but it was over before she even knew it had occurred.  She looked up at him, feeling him so deep, stretching her wide and making her gasp with the fullness.  But it wasn’t enough, she thought with frustration.  “Please,” she cried out and lifted her legs to wrap around his waist.  “I don’t know what to do,” she said and shifted instinctively.

Hector shook his head to try and regain his control.  But each time she moved, he lost a bit more of that precious commodity.  “Don’t, Kallista!” he ordered but she shook her head.  “I can’t stop,” she gasped when he shifted slightly. 

Hector pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and moved, following her lead, he moved in and out of her, shifting to give her maximum pleasure as the rhythm picked up.  He increased the pace, his body barely able to slow and, as he felt his climax start to build, tried to clamp down on the feeling, wanting to make this last, wanting to give her the release she deserved.  But when she splintered apart, her body climaxing around him and throbbing around his hardness, he could no longer hold back.  As she cried out with her own pleasure, Hector pounded into her, faster, harder
and when his orgasm took over, he thought his entire body was draining into her small, sexy tightness. 

Chapter
7

Kallista
pushed herself up on her elbows and watched as Hector swam out to sea, then back again.  As soon as his feet touched the ground, he shoved off in the opposite direction and started the whole process again. 

She was perched on a comfortable chaise lounge with thick cushions and an umbrella overhead, a book on her lap and a cold drink beside her.  A casual observer would think that life was pretty good right about now. 

She couldn’t believe that she’d originally thought he only looked good in a
business
suit because of a good tailor
.
  That man was built!  And he worked out just as harshly
, just as relentlessly
as he did everything
in his life
.  They were on their last day of their ten day honeymoon and she knew more about sex now than she’d ever thought was possible.  Hector was the ultimate lover, showing her what he liked and demanding that she tell him, or show him what she liked.  And when she didn’t know if she liked something, he tried it out and let her decide.  But in the end, there was very little she didn’t like that this man did to her. 

At least in bed, that is. 

Okay, to be honest, they didn’t even need to be in bed.  He did nothing in half measures.  He worked hard, exercised hard and he played hard.  And whenever he saw her, he made love to her.  It didn’t matter where they were in his island villa, she saw the desire in his eyes as he passed through to wherever he was going. 

He didn’t allow embarrassment or shyness.  He demanded her whole body participate in the experience and she was heady with the need for his possession more than she wanted to admit.  She loved it when she could entice him out of his concentration.  His focus always seemed so intense, so complete when he was working.  But when she walked by his office door, stood inside his office or even if she simply were sitting on a chair reading a book and he walked by himself, she knew she could distract him. 

She found that she didn’t need to be afraid of the power he had over her.  All those silly feelings she’d been so concerned about before the wedding were gone now as she discovered the power she had over him.  It was a two way street with this sex thing between them.  He might be able to drive her insane with need, to make her quiver with
a
desire so intense that she was actually screaming out with either frustration when he wouldn’t give her the climax her body was demanding, or when he brought her over the edge so she was crying out with the extreme pleasure his body could deliver when he gave her that climax. 
But she could do the same to him. 

Not to the same level, she knew.  He had strength on his side.  He might allow her to have a small amount of control when they were making love.  Occasionally he let her be on top and she could kiss and taste him, explore his body.  But just when she was really starting
to enjoy herself, he would
growl out his frustrations and pick her up, placing her beneath him, or in whatever position he wanted her to
be in, and he would take her, possess her so completely that she didn’t even care that he’d taken her control away.