Page 6 of Surrender

“Please don’t push me away, Theo. I need you.”

“Genevieve, neither of us is thinking straight,” he choked out.

“All I know is that you’re the only one who understands what I’m feeling,” she whispered. “I need your strength right now. We need each other.”

“I don’t—”

Before he could finish his objection, Genevieve tugged his head down and kissed him. The instant the fiery heat of her mouth pressed against his, he froze. Hunger and need vibrated off her lips against his. Reason flitted out of his head as he was drawn even closer to the edge of the precipice.

Her kiss was a silent, desperate cry for a physical connection between them. He’d dreamed about this moment for a long time, and yet he knew it was a mistake. Theo knew she had no clear understanding of where this madness might lead them if they didn’t stop. And it was madness.

Two parts of him waged war against each other in his head as he tried to control his body’s response to her. Logic began to give way as she molded her body into his. Lost in her soft curves and intoxicating scent, coherent thought vanished, and he pulled her tight against him, taking control of their kiss. She surrendered without hesitation, and his tongue ran across the seam of her lips until she parted them and gave him access to the heat of her mouth.

God almighty, she tasted wonderful, and she was fearless in her response to him. Her palms pressed into his chest for a brief moment, then her fingers were swiftly unbuttoning his riding coat before roughly pushing it off his shoulders. As he shrugged out of the garment, she was already undoing his waistcoat. Their mouths clinging together, he groaned as the heat of her warmed his body. With a feverish impatience, her fingers tugged at the buttons of his shirt, and a second later it fell to the floor, where it landed on his coat and vest.

The instant her fingers brushed across his skin, a tight, invisible vise constricted around his chest. He wanted to shout with exhilaration at the light caress, and his heart pounded like a runaway train as the desire she aroused in him made every muscle in his body harden. Before he could stop her, she broke away from their kiss to run her mouth down the side of his throat, then to his chest.

Another groan rolled out of him as her hand guided his to her breast. He shuddered as he cupped her, then rubbed his thumb over a hard, rigid peak beneath her soft, linen chemise. A soft sound echoed out of her. In obvious retaliation, her mouth latched onto his nipple, her teeth scraping across it before gently biting down on him. His cock jumped at the sensation it aroused in him, and he uttered a low growl of need.

He’d barely had time to recover from her bite before he realized her riding skirt was on the floor, and the only thing between him and her warm, supple flesh was her thin chemise. A second later, her hand reached through the opening in his trousers to wrap her fingers around him. He jerked at her fiery touch.

Their breathing was harsh and fast, while her tongue mated with his again. With frenzied movements, they tore off the remainder of their clothing. The moment the heat of her warm skin met his, his hands explored her soft curves, committing her body to memory. She was even more exquisitely formed that he had imagined.

With a small hop, her legs wrapped around his waist, and his palms cradled the plump, luscious flesh of her buttocks. She wiggled against him until the tip of his cock was pressing against her womanly heat. Capturing her mouth in a passionate kiss, he carried her to the small bed in one corner of the room. When he set her down on the straw mattress, she unwrapped her legs from around him, then reclined back on the bed. Every inch of her was bared to him, and he stared down at her, enraptured and incapable of moving.

He’d never seen a more beautiful work of art in his life. She was perfection. Desire darkened her green eyes, while her skin glowed with arousal. Sanity tried to force its way into his head, and he drew in a harsh breath. Christ Jesus, had he lost his mind? This was a mistake. He couldn’t take her like this. As he hesitated, a quiet murmur escaped her.

As if she sensed his sudden reluctance to bed her, she shot upright and curled her arms around his neck. With a hard tug, she dragged him down with her as she fell back onto the mattress. The moment he was on top of her, the alarm bells going off in his head grew louder.

He needed to end this, and end it now before they both experienced regret. He didn’t move fast enough as with a physical strength he didn’t realize she possessed, she rolled him onto his back. In a split second, she was straddling him, her body poised over his erection.

Grunting in surprise, his gaze met hers. Passion sparkled in emerald eyes that had taken on a sultry slant. Captivated, he stared at her, and a second later, she astonished him again. In one swift movement, she sent her hips flying downward to bury him deep inside her. Jubilation forced a harsh breath past his lips as her white-hot, silk folds clutched his cock. Their joining was even more arousing and pleasurable than he’d ever dreamed it would be.

A split-second later, guilt and pain barreled through him. Her past had taken her innocence, and it twisted his heart to know how easily his body had driven that fact from his mind. In his fantasies, he’d always imagined taking her with a gentleness that would make her see he would never treat her as a plaything, but as a jewel to be treasured.

The thought was swept away as her body contracted and tightened around his cock. It sent a blast of euphoria surging through his blood as his gaze dropped to where her hips were pressed into his before he looked up at her. Eyes closed, desire illuminated her face as she froze against him. Nestled snug around him, her fiery core contracted again, and a groan of pleasure rolled past his lips. He’d been hard already, but as her muscles became a hot, velvety vise, he grew even harder.

Tension pulled every muscle in his body taut as he fought back a need for completion. Damnation, not even with his first woman had he been ready to explode so fast. She shifted her body slightly, and her slick folds tightened around his cock before her muscles relaxed, then tightened around him once more. Hunger assaulted him as the only part of her that moved against him were her slick folds squeezing and releasing him with a slow, sensual rhythmic precision only known to skilled courtesans.

The thought made him stiffen as she leaned down and brushed her lips over his. She raised her head slightly, and their gazes locked. Instantly, he grew still at the emotions flaring in her eyes. Pain, sorrow, and a raw, passionate hunger shimmered in the green depths. Suddenly, another emotion darkened her gaze, and it made his heart slam into his chest.

He didn’t have time to think as her core tightened pleasurably around his cock once more. The sensation almost made him spill his seed, and to distract his cock, he ran his hands up over her hips and waist to cup her full breasts. His thumbs rubbed across her stiff nipples, and she inhaled a sharp breath.

Eyes widening with surprise, her entire body twitched against him at the gentle stroke. Delighted by her reaction, he stretched upward to take a hard peak into his mouth. Gently, he flicked his tongue over it, and she uttered a low moan. Encouraged by the sound, he suckled her for a few seconds, then abraded the hard tip with his teeth.

A low, startled cry escaped her, and he nipped at her again, then soothed the nipple with his tongue. The soft sob she released echoed with what he was certain was delight. Her body jerked against his, and his cock immediately demanded satisfaction. Fingers biting gently into her waist, he sent his body thrusting upward and deep into her tight channel.

Something he could only define as amazement swept across her face, while her mouth parted in a gasp of pleasure. Color flushed her cheeks as she stared down at him. The shock and bewilderment on her lovely features made his heart ache. It was obvious from her expression that no man had ever thought to make her feel pleasure.

Desire flared in her eyes, and he smiled with elation to know he was the first man to demonstrate that lovemaking was a reciprocal exchange of exhilaration and joy. He gently withdrew, then surged upward again. This time, her body pushed down against his as she matched his quick strokes.

Slowly, her stunned expression gave way to a passion that softened her features until they glowed. Enthralled by the emotion he saw reflected in her gaze, desire and need replaced all reason as he thrust upward once more. Hot friction clutched his cock as her muscles tightened around him, and he released a groan as she began to rock her hips against his.

Hunger heated his blood, while his body hardened with an urgent demand for her to increase the pace of their thrusts. Silky skin tantalized the pads of his fingers as his hands slid down her back until he found her lush, round buttocks. With just a gentle press of his fingers, he urged her to move faster, and without any further urging, she began riding him with unrestrained passion.

Chapter 3

Pleasure wove a delicate web over Genevieve’s senses as an odd ache latched onto her insides, then spiraled downward to her sex as he thrust upward. Shock rippled through her at how wonderful the sensation was. One could almost call it blissful.