Crave (Splendor Book 2) (25 page)

“Yes.” He took a deep breath, telling himself they were now less than two miles from the house. “I was just thinking about this afternoon - when we were in the dressing room and you, well, you know.”

“I do know. And I’ve been thinking about it, too,” she confessed in that high, sexy voice he adored. “I hope - I mean, God knows I’ve never, ever done anything like that before. I still can’t quite believe I was so…well, is pushy the right word?”

In spite of his almost painful state of arousal, Ian burst out laughing. “No, darling. The right words are tempting, seductive, irresistible. You are certainly all three of those things, just for starters. And you’re making me so crazy for you that I’m throwing caution to the wind more and more often, doing things I never even thought about. And,” he added, picking up her hand and bringing it to his lips, “you’re making me feel more alive than I ever have before. Not to mention constantly horny.”

“Really?” she asked teasingly, running her fingers lightly up the taut muscles of his thigh. “Would you like me to…”

“No.” He halted the progress of her hand as it would have crept further up his thigh. “At least not here. We’ll be home momentarily. And I’ve already told you about all the years it took me to restore this car. I don’t want to crash it into the nearest tree, which is exactly what would happen if you, er, tended to me at the moment.”

Ian released the breath he’d been holding as Tessa complied and kept her hands clasped in her own lap for the duration of the drive. There was no way he could have handled having her touch him so intimately at this particular moment, at least not without doing some serious damage to the classic Jaguar that he’d spent so much time fixing up. On the drive over to dinner this evening, Tessa had admired the classic car - a light blue,1967 E-type convertible - and he’d related how he had always wanted this exact type of automobile, had finally found one about a dozen years ago, and had spent countless hours and a considerable sum of money restoring it. He didn’t drive it very often, largely because he spent so much of his time being chauffeured around by Simon on business related outings, but the Jag was definitely his pride and joy. The fact that Tessa seemed rather awestruck with the luxurious sports car filled him with a renewed sense of pride and pleasure.

The close fitting fabric of the black dress crept several inches up her shapely thighs as he helped her out of the car, almost revealing the lacy tops of her silky stockings, and he groaned at the blatantly erotic sight. He was again instantly aroused, and couldn’t resist yanking her against his body for a long, luscious kiss. Tessa made a little “mmm” sound, her pleasure more than obvious, and he growled deep in his throat as he practically shoved her up against a wall of the garage. He kissed her savagely, his hands sliding inside the open lapels of her coat to roughly grope her breasts and buttocks, even as he ground himself against the soft notch of her thighs.

What should have been a brief walk inside the house and up the staircase to his bedroom took considerably longer due to the multiple times he continued to sweep her into his arms and kiss her hungrily, his tongue dueling with hers, his hands roving all over her sexy, curvy body. By the time they finally reached his room they were both gasping for breath, so completely turned on and greedy for each other that he wassorely tempted to fling her on the bed and surge as deep inside of her as he could get. But instead he tossed both of their coats and his suit jacket rather carelessly over a chair, took her by the hand, and led her inside the walk-in closet until they were standing in front of the full-length mirror.

Tessa was already quivering in anticipation, and he couldn’t stop the smile that slowly crossed his features to realize she wanted this every bit as badly as he did. She was such a sensual creature, so easy to arouse, and so magnificent to watch as the pleasure took over her body. That was why he intended to have her while they stood in front of the mirror - so that she could see as clearly as he did exactly how their lovemaking affected her.

He pressed a kiss to the nape of her neck, feeling the shiver than rippled through her body as he did so. “I like your hair this way,” he purred, his fingers replacing his lips as he gently massaged her neck. “It gives me easier access to this particular spot.” His knuckles brushed against her flushed cheek. “It also emphasizes this beautiful face, these perfect cheekbones. Everyone in that restaurant tonight was staring at you, love, as entranced by your beauty as I was. But you only saw me, didn’t you?”

Her head fell back in surrender against his shoulder. “Yes, only you, Ian. You’re the only one I ever see, the only one I want.”

He smiled in satisfaction. “Good. Because from now on, I’m the only man who will ever get to have you. I’ve waited so damned long for you, but it was all worth it because now you belong to me, body and soul. And there’s no possible way I’ll ever let you go.”

Ian deftly unfastened the platinum chain around her throat, setting the necklace aside carefully, and then removed her diamond earrings one at a time. Her breathing grew more uneven with each touch of his hands, and he marveled that she was already this aroused when he’d barely even begun to seduce her. He ran the backs of his hands along her bare shoulders, stepping in close behind her until his chest was pressed firmly against her back. His hands fell to her hips, pulling her buttocks more closely against his groin, so that she could feel the unmistakable bulge of his erection. Her full, trembling mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her eyes remaining tightly closed. She was quivering, her nipples already hard and clearly visible against the clingy fabric of her dress, and he could almost smell her arousal.

“Open your eyes, Tessa,” he urged gently. “Do you remember what I told you last night?”

Her blue eyes opened slowly, their expression lust-filled and spellbound at the same time. “Yes, I remember,” she breathed.

“Good. Because I want you to keep your eyes open from now on, hmm? I want you to watch everything in the mirror, to watch
us
in the mirror. Agreed?”

She nodded, watching him in the mirror as he’d instructed her. “Yes, I agree.”

He toyed with the top of her zipper. “Do you recall what I told you I was going to do this evening?”

“Yes.” She struggled visibly to maintain eye contact with him, her natural reaction being to close her eyes and simply let the pleasure take her over. “You, ah, told me that you were going to undress me. Ex-except for my stockings and shoes.”

Ian lowered the zipper about midway down her back. “Correct. And do you know why I’m going to leave those two particular items on your body, while the rest of you is going to be beautifully naked?”

“N-n-no,” stammered Tessa as he finished unzipping the dress and began to push the bodice off her shoulders.

His lips traced a slow, seductive path across her shoulder blades as he continued to slowly ease the dress down past her hips. “I wanted you in your stockings and these very, very sexy shoes because they make you look like every forbidden sin known to mankind. And even though I’ve very seldom broken any rules in my life, I find with you that I want to break them all.” The dress fell to her feet as his mouth caressed the side of her throat. “I want to be sinful with you, Tessa, to do very wicked things to you. Do you want the same thing?”

She was panting now, beginning to instinctively grind her ass against his straining erection, and could only whisper in a thin, high voice, “Yes, God, yes! I-I want everything that you want, Ian.”

He nuzzled his face against the nape of her neck. “My sweet girl. Always so eager to please me. But nowhere near as eager as I am to bring
you
pleasure tonight. Let me look at you now, love.”

Ian helped her step out of the dress before picking it up and laying it gently on a countertop. Unlike most of the other clothing he’d purchased for her, this black dress hadn’t been all that expensive, but given the way it fit her to perfection he intended to be very, very careful with it.

And then he was staring at her reflection in the mirror, at the picture of wanton perfection she presented, and he was the one who began to pant in anticipation. Christ, but she was beyond temptation, beyond anything even the most detailed imagination could have dreamed of conjuring up. Because of the off the shoulder neckline of the dress, she’d chosen to wear a strapless bra - this one of black lace cut low over her sumptuous breasts. Sheer, lacy black panties were cut high on her ass cheeks, baring a substantial amount of skin, and as usual she wore silky black thigh high stockings with a lace trimmed band. The four-inch heels of her black stilettos brought her closer to his own height, and make her legs look endlessly long and shapely.

Dressed like this - or, more accurately, barely dressed - she was every man’s dirtiest, most forbidden fantasy, the sort of woman a man wanted to lock up in his bedroom for days at a time and fuck until he passed out. But there was nothing the least bit dirty or tawdry about Tessa, even dressed in scanty, erotic lingerie. She was the golden ring, the ultimate prize, like a modern day Helen of Troy, the one woman men would kill for in order to possess. And she belonged to him, only him, and he was primed and ready to claim her over and over again.

“Look at yourself, love,” he breathed in her ear. “How magnificent you are, how beautiful. It’s small wonder that I can’t keep my hands off of you, off this sexy, delicious body.”

Ian held her gaze captive, refusing to let her look away, as he ran his hands slowly and deliberately over her bare shoulders and down her arms. He caressed her soft belly before squeezing her waist, then ran just his fingertips up along the sides of her ribcage, causing her to tremble almost uncontrollably. She was whimpering with need, her buttocks rubbing up wantonly against his pulsing cock, but still she obeyed and kept watching in the mirror as he caressed her upper body with intricate detail.

“Ohhh.”

Her long, drawn-out moan of pleasure was nearly his undoing as he adroitly unhooked her bra and slowly peeled the lacy cups away, baring those glorious breasts. The firm, round globes overflowed his palms as he cupped them, and she gasped sharply when he began to pinch the hardened tips between his thumb and forefinger.

“So good,” she groaned, her head falling back limply against his shoulder as he continued to stimulate her nipples and squeeze her tits.

He gave her earlobe a sharp little nip. “Eyes open, love. Watch us. Watch how much pleasure I can give you.”

With an effort she opened her eyes and fixed her gaze on his hands as they held the heavy weight of her breasts in them, looked on as he plucked the pale apricot nipples over and over. Her blue eyes were almost glazed over now with pleasure, her cheeks hotly flushed, and she was too tempting for him to resist much longer. With a growl, he gripped her chin between his long fingers and turned her head slightly so that he could kiss her - a heady, devouring kiss that made her groan loudly and that caused his already throbbing erection to push even more insistently against his trousers.

At his terse instructions, Tessa continued to watch him in the mirror as he swiftly undressed, her breath escaping in a short, staccato rhythm until he was nude. At that point, her gaze dropped to his immensely swollen cock, staring at him with unabashed desire.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, almost in disbelief. “God, Ian, you’re so…”

“Starved for you,” he rasped, pressing himself against her back, his hands grasping her hips. “And what about you, love? Are you as ready as I am?”

She cried out plaintively as his hand slid inside her lacy panties to where she was dripping wet, and desperately needy for his touch. He had barely penetrated her creamy slit, his thumb grazing over her swollen clit only briefly, when she began to fall apart. Ian wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her up against his body as the orgasm shook her hard, and still he urged her to watch herself in the mirror.

“No, don’t look away, Tessa,” he demanded. “This is what I wanted you to see - how beautiful you are when you find this bliss, when your body just takes over and all you can do is feel. Watch, love, see what I can do to you. Yes, yes, just like this.”

Their eyes met and held in the mirror as he continued to pump his fingers deep within her body, prolonging her climax until she was almost limp with exhaustion. He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his lips with deliberation, and carefully licked her juices off.

“Delicious,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Later, when I take you to my bed, I’m going to have a much longer taste of you, Tessa. This is just the beginning, love. Now, take off your panties. Quickly.”

She had just kicked the fragile scrap of black lace to the side when he guided the broad head of his penis to her slick, tight pussy. The sound of his groan mingled with that of her gasp as he pushed himself inside of her until he was buried to the hilt, his immensely swollen balls slapping against her ass as he worked himself in even deeper.

“Watch,” he instructed, grasping her chin and holding her head still as he began to fuck her harder. Her blue eyes were stormy as they gazed back at him in the mirror, while his own eyes were blazing with the force of his emotions. “Watch me take you, Tessa, see how much pleasure it gives both of us this way. See how this brings us to the very edge, and then watch as we plummet over the side.”

He drew both of her arms up to clasp around the back of his neck, a motion that pulled him even closer against her. And then he couldn’t summon up the words to speak, could only feel as he continued to thrust into her with increasing force, holding onto her hips as she moved with him. She was hot and wet and, Christ, so damned tight, and he’d never, ever felt this much before - desire, pleasure, possession, love. And still she continued to obey his instructions, to watch the erotic, sensual picture they made as they fucked wildly. Even as the orgasm slammed into her she forced her eyes to remain open, locked with his, watching herself fall apart just as he’d promised her. And then
he
was the one who had to force his eyes to remain open, his body racked with spasms as he emptied himself inside of her, giving her everything he had.