Page 34 of Temptation and Treachery
He opened his eyes, staring down between them. His hand hovered close to her hip, not quite touching her. “I don’t have protection.”
Her body reacted, lending to the wet folds, knowing from experience how he’d feel inside her. She licked her bottom lip, her breath catching when his eyes fixed on her mouth. Mmmm, this is what wanting feels like. Restless, her hips shifted, just enough to leave some space between her thighs. “I’m already pregnant,” she whispered.
A low rumble echoed in his chest a moment before his lips took hers. The taste of him went straight to her head, leaving her pliant, her legs tangling with his. His hands moved under the T-shirt, pulling it up and over her head within a split second.
Coming together was a pleasure in itself. Belly to belly, breasts to chest, heated skin to deliciously heated skin. Her insides melted, and her lips parted for him. She followed his lead, wrapping her legs around him when he lifted her, settling an arm under her bare bottom while he pushed open a nearby door.
He used his free arm to send God knows what tumbling to the ground before he sat her on the flat surface. His hand covered the top of her left breast, fanning over her nipple, to end in a full sweep along the underside. The simple move thrilled her as much as it did the first time he did it and saw her reaction.
“Celeste.” He nuzzled her neck. “This won’t hurt you? Won’t hurt the baby?”
Kari’s comments filtered through the haze of desire. “Kari said as long as you didn’t launch yourself off the ceiling fan, we should be okay.”
His breath whooshed out while his thumb and forefinger worked her stiff bud. “You talked to her about us having sex?” he murmured, shifting to spread her thighs wider.
No, she hadn’t asked; at that moment she hadn’t wanted anything to do with him or sex. Kari, however, had expanded on her comment like she expected this to happen. Maybe…maybe her plan. His continued caress, now including a maddening pull and release, wouldn’t let her finish the thought. She focused on him, cupping his cheek, and he stilled, letting her gather her thoughts. “I-I listened.” The answer, as honest as she could be, was enough to break whatever restraint he had.
The kiss, hard and possessive, sent her senses flaming out of control. How could she have thought they were in the past? That this would never happen again. He’d been everything. The things she’d wanted and those she didn’t know she wanted.
Bending her back, his lips closed over the tip of her breast, surrounding it in incredible heat. His tongue swept across the bottom, pressing the hard nipple against the roof of his mouth. Skimming across in one direction then another, ending with a quick pull before starting over. His hands played over her legs, his thumbs caressing her inner thigh, sending shivers through her body. Every time this man touched her she learned something new about her own body. About herself.
“Rio,” she said in a voice heavy with her unspoken plea. One hand left her. Clothing rustled over the rush of their breaths. She could picture the image with the clarity of one who’d watched in fascination. His clothes would be falling away, revealing the hardened length of him ready to take her. There’d be no cover this time. No rustling and having him unroll a condom over that part of him. He’d be ready now.
Urgency clawed at her from the inside. He dragged her closer and stepped between her thighs. The deliberate brush against the sensitive skin shot through her like lightening through a cable. She parted her lips, needing to catch her breath. Positioning himself, he eased past her entrance. Her gasp echoed around them as the thick head of his cock spread her walls, stretching her, filling her, inch by glorious inch. She crossed her legs around his hips, tightening her hold as he continued the controlled possession.
He kissed her shoulder, moving up her body, drawing a damp line to the hollow at her throat. “Foolish woman. Look what you do to me. Every. Time.”
A ripple of pleasure started at her extremities, building into a wave up her core, and finally crashing through her chest with the force of a tsunami when their hips met.
With her fingers digging into his shoulders, she bowed back as a scream escaped her.
…
Her body surrounded him with the most incredible heat he’d ever felt. She’d taken all of him. And he didn’t have to see her face to know she shared the experience. It took everything he had not to follow her into oblivion.
Her scream blurred the memory of the words he had in an endless loop. I hate you. She hadn’t meant it; she was just reacting to her pain. And he wished he could tear that moment from his life, and from hers. She’d thought he’d hurt her in an unimaginable way. The realization brought him back to himself.
She shifted against him, moving her hips just enough for a shallow thrust. “Rio.” Her breathy voice reached something inside him.
“What, angel?” Despite her groan, he held back, watching her expression change as she squeezed her inner muscles, testing his resolve. He needed the words. Needed them like a balm where she’d flayed him alive the night before. “Tell me, and I’ll make it good for you.”
Heavy-lidded eyes, swollen lips. She’d never looked more beautiful. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“No.” He shook his head, his lips roaming her face. Not what he wanted.
“I thought—” He cut her off with a kiss, swallowing her words.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said at the corner of her mouth. “We made mistakes. Both of us.”
“I just wanted…” She sucked in a shuddering breath.
He moved inside her, coaxing her with his body. “Tell me. What did you want, angel?”
“You.” The whisper had the same effect as aloe on a burn. Soothing his soul. Filling the hollow in his chest. “I wanted you to be real.”
“I’m real, sweetheart.” He brought her hand to his face, letting her cup his cheek then wander down to his shoulder and chest. Her gaze followed across every inch of his skin. Leaning in, he spread her legs wide, pushing into her as far as he could possibly go. Then rocking against her until her head fell back and she panted with every move. His thrust drew her whimper. He watched her, the hard press of her teeth on her bottom lip doing things to him he couldn’t explain.
With one arm still wrapped around his shoulder, she threw herself forward. Her hips rocked against him while her mouth devoured his. He took the time to savor her reactions to his touch. He had no desire to rush her to an orgasm. Bringing her to the edge had its own rewards.
He toyed with her, touching her everywhere, memorizing her reactions as his own heat rose. When he couldn’t hold back, he dug his hands into her hair, giving back as good as he got. Seconds later, they pulled apart, just enough to draw ragged breaths in between kisses. But now he was the one needing more. Cupping her ass, he drew back and thrust into her again and again in a heavy rhythm he knew she enjoyed. Her nails bit into his back, and he doubted he’d ever been happier.
She tightened around him, rewarding him with a throaty purr. His body continued to move, thrusting harder. The pressure on his cock shocked him as he followed her, exploding in their climax.
He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, their bodies in sync while they shared the same space.
Celeste leaned away, still limp from her orgasm. There should be words said after something so powerful. But he had no idea what they were. Just knew this couldn’t be the end.
“We’re not done here.”
Her toes curled against the back of his thighs, and she met his eyes, her lips pulling into a welcoming smile.
