His to Possess (19 page)

This man walking toward her, his muscular chest bare, covered with tattoos …
this
was Storm. This was the man she loved. He had walked out on her and broken her heart,
but now he was back. And he still loved her.

Oh, God, all the love she’d felt for him … that she’d kept locked up inside her …
came flooding back.

He must have sensed her surrender because he strode to her and pulled her into his
arms. His lips meshed with hers and she knew she was lost.

The overwhelming passion of his kiss broke down the last of her defenses. Tears welled
in her eyes as she clung to him.

“I was devastated when you left.”

He gazed down at her. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He wiped away her tears with a soft stroke
of his thumb. “When I was out on the road, doing what I’d wanted to do all my life,
all I could think of was you,”—he brushed her eyelids softly with his lips—“and what
an idiot I’d been to leave you. I knew I had to make it up to you. To find you and
explain everything. To convince you that we have a future together.”

His lips found hers again for a sweet, tender kiss.

“When I left my life behind a year ago, I knew I was searching for something.” He
cupped her face and tipped it up. “I just didn’t realize it was you.”

The glow of warmth in his eyes, paired with intense longing, filled her with joy.
Storm was back, and she was in his arms, being loved by him. She stroked his cheek,
loving the slightly raspy feel under her fingertips. So masculine. So Storm.

“Oh, God, I’ve missed you,” she murmured.

The world tipped sideways as he swept her into his arms and carried her across the
room and into his bedroom. He set her on her feet, stepped back, and unfastened his
pants, then pulled down the zipper. She watched, holding her breath, as he dropped
his pants to the floor, then his boxers, revealing his long, hard, and oh-so-familiar
cock.

He walked toward her, magnificent in his unabashed nakedness, and she reached for
his thick shaft, longing to feel it again. To taste it. But he captured her hand and
pressed it to his mouth. The delicate brush of his lips against her palm made her
insides flutter.

“No, sweetheart. First you.”

He nuzzled her neck, then she felt his fingers on her top button. It released, then
he moved to the next. Then the next. He gazed at her chest, a simmering heat in his
eyes, as he continued to open her blouse, then he drew it wide and smiled.

“Beautiful.”

She shrugged off her blazer, letting it fall to the floor, then he pushed her blouse
from her shoulders. It fluttered to the ground, landing atop her jacket. She reached
around behind her and unfastened her skirt. He smiled and drew it down her hips, slowly,
then let it drop to the floor.

His smile turned to a broad grin as he stared at her garter belt. “Very sexy.”

Guilt swept through her, since she wore the garter belt because of Dane’s command,
but Storm seemed too caught up in their current situation to think about that. Because
if he did think about it, he would realize she’d worn it for Dane.

He scooped her up, then set her on the edge of the bed, and knelt in front of her.
The feel of his fingertips grazing her feet as he slipped off her pumps sent quivers
along her skin.

Then he cupped her head and drew her toward him for a deep, passionate kiss. His lips,
so warm and firm on hers, sent her heart racing. She stroked her fingers through his
dark hair, shorter than it had been before, as his mouth lingered on hers, then his
tongue dipped inside. When he finally released her lips, she drew in a deep breath.

His hands glided down her shoulders. He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck. She drew
in a slow breath as his mouth continued downward, then she felt the brush of his lips
on the swell of her breast. His hands skimmed along her sides and she longed for him
to pull down the cups of her bra to reveal her swelling nipples. As if reading her
mind, he reached behind her and found the hooks, then unfastened them. The elastic
of her bra released and he peeled the lacy garment from her.

He leaned back, gazing at her naked breasts with deep admiration in his eyes. The
nipples hardened, peaking forward as if reaching out to him. Begging him to touch
them. And he did. Lightly, he caressed her swollen, aching breasts, then ran his fingertips
over her nipples reverently.

“I’ve missed your beautiful breasts.”

She sucked in air as he lightly stroked her hard nubs.

He smiled. “I’ve missed how you react to my touch.”

He leaned forward and his mouth covered one nipple. She grasped his head and held
him to her as his tongue laved over her sensitive nub, then he suckled and she thought
she’d faint from sheer pleasure.

He continued to suck and she moaned as her whole body quivered.

“Oh, Storm, I’ve missed you.”

He gazed up at her, his eyes aglow with deep emotion. “You don’t know how much it
means to me to hear you say that.”

He dipped his head and sucked deeply, sending her blood boiling. He eased her back
onto the bed and caressed her breasts, stroking and squeezing as he lapped and suckled
her nipples. She arched against him. A deep craving built within her.

She took his hand and glided it down her belly. “Please, Storm. I need you.”

He chuckled and eased back, admiring her. He tucked his fingers under the elastic
of her thong and slid it down. His gazed locked on her shaven folds as he stripped
off the bit of satin and lace.

She opened her legs as he leaned toward her again, her insides quivering in anticipation.
At the first touch of his lips on her sensitive inner thigh, she arched, but he merely
teased her flesh, kissing lightly, then circling upward, past her aching, hot flesh,
to her navel. He dipped his tongue inside and swirled. Then slowly … torturously slowly …
he drifted down, nearing her throbbing sex.

When his mouth finally touched her intimate flesh, she moaned. He licked the length
of her, his tongue gliding along her slick folds. She coiled her fingers in his hair,
clutching his head to her. His chuckle rumbled through her.

Then he found her clit. His tongue nudged it, then swirled over it. Heat radiated
from that one point, spreading wider and wider in an expanding well of joy. Her head
fell back on the bed, her fingers loosening from his hair as she stroked his head
absently, allowing his expert attention to sweep her away.

Fingers found her opening and slipped inside. One. Then two. He surged inside her
as his tongue lavished her sensitive bud with rapt attention. She tightened inside,
squeezing his welcome fingers, drawing them deeper. They thrust in and out as his
tongue teased her clit.

“Yes. I’m so close.”

He chuckled again, then sucked. Pleasure spiraled through her.

“Oh, Storm,” she moaned. “You’re making me come.”

“Mmm. I like hearing that.” His tongue swirled on her bud and his fingers thrust in
and out.

She gasped, then plummeted over the edge. He stroked and licked as she rode the wave
of bliss.

As she caught her breath, he smiled and reached up, pushing the hair from her face,
then he sat on the bed beside her. She sat up and rested her hands flat on his solid
chest. She stroked the hard wall of muscle, then slid to the moth tattoo on his shoulder
and ran her finger around the outline.

He took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. She could taste herself on his lips.
Now she wanted to taste him. Her fingers glided down his solid chest, over his rippled
abs to the hard shaft pressed against her stomach. She wrapped her fingers around
it. It felt like hot marble in her hand and her insides clenched in desire.

She kissed his neck, then trailed her lips down his chest. She licked his hard, beadlike
nipple, then continued downward toward her goal. She slid off the bed, pulling him
to a sitting position, and knelt in front of him, the dense carpet soft beneath her
knees. She drew his cock forward, admiring its length and impressive girth.

She leaned forward and licked the mushroom-shape tip, swirling her tongue underneath,
then she glided downward to the base. She tipped her head sideways and dragged her
lips the length of his hot, dark red flesh. He twitched in her hand, the veins along
the side pulsing with life.

She slid back down and continued past the base to his hairless sacs below, then licked
them.

“Oh, baby. You know how I love that.”

She smiled. She did know. She knew she could drive him crazy paying attention to his
balls. That’s why he’d always kept them shaved. To encourage her. She lapped one into
her mouth and pressed gently with her tongue.

She released it, then drew the other into her mouth, giving it the same attention.
His breathing increased as his excitement mounted. She stroked his big cock with her
hand, then glided her lips upward along the shaft. When she reached the tip, she opened
wide, taking his cockhead into her mouth. As she moved down, she had to strain her
jaw to accommodate his size.

His fingers coiled in her hair as she pushed forward, taking him as deep as she could.
She squeezed him, then drew back. Then she moved forward again. She continued surging
forward and back and soon his hand began to guide her to his preferred rhythm. His
quick breathing told her that he was close. She caressed his balls with one hand and
stroked his long shaft with the other.

“Oh, yeah, baby.” Then he jerked forward and hot liquid erupted in her mouth.

She continued to suck until he’d finished, then she licked one last time before she
released his deflating shaft.

He dragged her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth. She
sucked on it, eager for more. She desperately wanted this man inside her.

He stood up, taking her with him and sat in the armchair beside the bed. He guided
her around to sit on his lap, facing away from him. He tightened his powerful inked
arms around her waist and held her tight to him.

“Do you remember our four month anniversary? When you wanted to do something to make
the night memorable?”

Of course she remembered. She laughed as his hands stroked up her ribs, then over
her breasts. She settled on his cock and glided back, stroking his shaft with her
slickness.

“You like it when your own private stripper gives you a lap dance?” she asked, recreating
the moment that had driven him absolutely wild.

He groaned. “You bet I do.”

She gyrated her hips, feeling his cock harden beneath her. She leaned back against
him, allowing his erection to push upward in front of her, then she grasped it with
both hands and stroked lovingly. She pushed his now rock-hard cock against her and
rocked her pelvis up and down. As it stroked her sensitive flesh, excitement quivered
through her, and she longed to feel it caress her intimate passage.

He teased her hard nipples with his fingertips as he nuzzled her neck, sending tingles
dancing along her spine.

“Baby, what you’re doing feels so good,” he murmured against her ear. “You’ve got
me so hard.”

“I know, big guy.” That’s what she’d teasingly called him that night. “And I’m soaking
wet for you.” She squeezed him in her hands and stroked. “I need it so bad,” she murmured
in a throaty voice.

Suddenly, he pressed her forward onto her feet, took two steps toward the bed, then
leaned her over it. The cool fabric brushed against her nipples as she dropped onto
the firm mattress. She turned her head sideways as his hands pushed her legs wide.
His cock pressed against her dripping folds and excitement shot through her. The big
head nudged, then slowly glided inside.

She drew in a deep breath. “Oh, yes. That feels so good.”

His erection caressed her opening as it slid deeper and she moaned at the welcome
feel of his invasion.

Once he was fully sheathed, he leaned over her, his chest against her back, and nuzzled
her neck.

“I’ve wanted to be inside you again for so long,” he murmured against her ear.

His hands skimmed along her sides and she trembled.

“I’ve missed this, too,” she whispered.

She squeezed him as he drew back and when he slid forward again, she moaned at the
exquisite pleasure. He drew back again, then forward.

“That’s so good.” But she wanted more. She wanted him deeper.

His hands slid under her body and cupped her breasts as he propelled into her again.
And again.

She sucked in a breath as he thrust even deeper. “Oh, Storm, yes.” Delight flared
through her.

He squeezed her breasts tighter as he thrust faster, with long, smooth strokes, driving
her pleasure higher and higher.

“God … I’ve … missed … you … so … much,” she panted as pleasure blossomed within her.

He surged deep on his next thrust and she gasped, then her moan turned guttural as
he drove harder and harder, filling her with his impossibly thick shaft.

“I’ve missed you, too, baby.” His lips caressed her temple. “You have no idea how
much.”

Then he reached around and found her clit, then stroked it lightly.

That did it. She flew over the edge, moaning long and loud.

He nuzzled her neck. “God, I love hearing you come.”

Her mind blasted into a state of euphoric bliss, echoes of joy cascading through her.

He thrust again and again as she wailed in ecstasy. Then he groaned and held her tight
as his body shuddered against her. Through her haze of expanding pleasure, she felt
him erupt inside her, his hot seed spilling deep.

They seemed poised like that for several long moments. Their bodies joined in exquisite
bliss. Then he collapsed on top of her, sucking in air in panting breaths.

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, and she found herself lying on top of
him, his arms tight around her. She gazed at the ceiling as they lay sprawled on the
bed, their legs dangling over the edge.

“I could fall asleep right here,” he murmured, sounding very sated.