Ocean of Love (15 page)

Her eyes widened, and her stomach knotted. A
tight quiver unfurled across her body. “Wyatt, I’m…” She didn’t
know how to tell him about being less than experienced.

“
I want to see you. You’re
such a beauty. Let me undress you. Piece by piece.”

She glanced down, lacing her fingers
together. “Please Wyatt. I’m shy. This is new to me.” She turned
her head away, unable to form the right words.

He drew her body to him, stroking her hair,
and bent his head, brushing his mouth over her lips, peppering her
jaw with gentle kisses. He raised his head. “We’ll get to know each
other. Soon enough we’ll be anything but strangers.”

Marissa swallowed and tried to smile.
“That’s not exactly what I meant. I’ve never done anything like
this before.”

“
Never?” He stopped
moving.

She nodded, looking into his eyes. They had
widened into footballs filled with a look of disbelief, and then he
attempted to speak but coughed. He tried again, only this time she
didn’t quite capture his rapid-fire utterance.

“
What do you mean?
Exactly?” He moved from the bed, tunneling a hand through his hair.
He swung around, returning to the bedside. “Never. Not once. You’re
a…” his voice trailed off.

Her stomach hurt from holding her breath and
she exhaled the word, “Virgin. Yes. I am.”

Tears nearly assaulted her eyes. She blinked
away a cloud of humiliation, of being inexperienced, and
unsophisticated. He faced away from her. His fingers interlaced
behind his head. She sat upright hugging her knees, staring down at
the bed.

“
It’s not like it’s
contagious.” Her voice cracked. Wyatt spun around, crossing to the
bed, and flung himself over her.

“
You’re a treasure. Who in
this day and age can say they’re fascinating, beautiful, a business
woman, and perfect?” He raised her palm and slid a kiss across the
skin of her hand. He pulled her against his chest, cradling her
head, and kissing her hair. “Baby, I’m crazy for you.”

She plucked one of his belt loops, listening
to the steady thud of his heartbeat. Her pulse raced and wove
together with his. “Do you still want to have sex with me?” she
asked in a small voice.

He lifted her chin and stared into her eyes.
“No.” That one word resembled a growl, grinding its way from his
chest. “No, my darling, I’m not going to have sex with you.”

Chapter Ten

He had no idea of what to
do first. Sex didn’t come to mind as he’d previously planned. Not
hard, mind-blowing sex. Well, not at first. He had to make her feel
secure. All this time he had imagined doing everything to her.
Dominating every part of her body. Hell, he almost took her to an
alley to fuck her up against a wall.
Real
smooth
.

He pulled her gently into his arms. “Tonight
you’re giving me a gift. I fully intend on showing you how much I
treasure this precious moment.”

She nodded, appearing even more innocent.
More desirable. And his.

“
Your first experience is
what you’ll always remember. I’m willing to take as much time as
you need. But we will make love if not history.”

“
History…” she asked, her
voice edged with doubt.

“
Your history. Our history.
Darling, I want to bring you pleasure. Especially, when it’s your
first time.” He kissed her fingers. “You do know that at first it
will be uncomfortable?”

She blushed, emitting a rush of heat into
his arms. “I know the biology, and yes, I’ve heard that it hurts
the first time. That’s biblical.”

“
No pressure, being
compared to Adam.” He nuzzled her neck, tasting her
skin.

Her hands lightly trailed up his arms. He
lifted his head and framed her face between his palms, taking
possession of her sweet mouth, gently tugging at her lower lip. He
eased open her mouth, tasting and caressing her tongue, suckling
and licking her lips. One and then the other. He stopped upon the
sliver of her whimper that filled his head.

“
You’re much more tempting
than a piece of fruit.”

She relaxed a fraction of a hair within his
arms. She asked, “Still interested then?”

“
Oh, more than mere
interest. Are you saying you’re ready?”

He pulled her down with him on top of the
bed, amazed that she was next to him. His mind alternated between
wanting to strip her naked and wanting to savor every second they
shared.

“
Promise to tell me if I’m
moving too fast.” He pushed up on his forearms, not wanting to give
in to the urge to rip the clothes off her body. Fire scorched
within him.

This wasn’t the time to give in to madness.
He must, above all else, be patient when she trusted him. A part of
him howled at the idea of going slow, when all he wanted to do was
bury the length of himself inside her body. The release would be
phenomenal if he could hold on.

Yet, what about her? Images
tore at him. He knew nothing of a young woman with little, no
strike that,
zero
experience
.

Marissa answered by way of undoing the
necklace at her throat. He gazed at her trembling fingers, setting
aside the piece on the nightstand. Her eyes darted to him, dropping
down his stomach, and then over to the lamp. He understood she was
nervous, probably frightened.

“
Got it.” He moved from the
bed. “Next,” he murmured and with a click, darkness enveloped the
room except for the shimmering light coming in from the terrace.
His eyes adjusted, detecting the outline of Marissa’s pale,
luminescent skin. On the walk back toward her side of the bed, he
agreed to pace himself even as his mouth watered. He fumbled with
his belt. Another two steps and his shoes were off. One by one his
socks were lost. He was out of his pants, wearing his boxers, and
on the side of the bed without missing a step. She had removed her
jacket and was about to unbutton her blouse.

“
Let me, trust me. This
will be my pleasure.” He released the buttons on her shirt, one by
one. Her shadowed expression was still intense—focused. His
dexterity was not.

He kissed her in part to re-channel his
energy and in part because she looked so damned intoxicating framed
by semi-darkness. He grasped her shirt, pulling it gently off
her.

She lifted her head, breathing rapidly, and
groaned his name. “Wyatt.”

His body wanted swift action, his mind
relished every second spent undressing her. Her shirt was undone
and open. He gazed at her swelling breasts, lightly framed in lace
lingerie. These creamy mounds had tantalized him for what seemed an
eternity.

“
Come here, kiss me,” he
said.

Her lips trembled under his. He deepened
their kiss, his tongue tangling and caressing hers until she dug
her fingers into his arms. Wyatt ran his hands underneath her
shirt, up over her bra, squeezing and kneading each of her breasts.
She arched as he rubbed his thumbs across her nipples. His cock
twitched, throbbing for her touch. He didn’t know how much more he
could stand.

“
Please,” she whimpered.
Her body trembled before him.

Wyatt peeled back her bra, exposing her
nipple. He bent his head, kissing her shoulder, working downward
until he took the soft tip of her breast into his mouth. Her peak
sprang to life and beaded on his tongue.

Marissa moaned, wrapping her arms around his
head. He unclasped her bra, spreading the flimsy lace back and then
off one arm and down the other. He ran his hands over her naked
upper body, taking a second to cup and caress the outline of her
breasts, firm and overflowing in his hands. She tugged his hair and
pressed her breast against his mouth. He went from one nipple to
its twin, suckling her breasts until she arched off the bed. His
cock hardened, standing up against his belly.

“
Lie back, darling.” He
pushed the palm of his hand down, across her flat stomach, reaching
the top of her slacks. She moaned and he kissed her lips, his
tongue dancing within her mouth. He drew the slacks off her hips,
down from her legs. His fingers grazed the top edge of her
panties.

His cock pulsed to the beat of his
bloodstream. He trailed his fingers over her skin as heat sizzled
along his nerve endings. Her blond hair reflected the moonlight
streaming through the open doors, enticingly spread about her, and
over the pillows. His exhalation wedged in his throat.

She completely enchanted him. This image of
her would be forever branded onto the retina of his mind. “You’re
the most provocative woman. Unclothed, more beautiful.”

“
Come next to me.” She
pressed her hands down her waist, toward her hips, and
lower.

“
Baby, you could easily
drive me over the brink.” He lowered himself over her. Her sweet
scent surrounded him. He inhaled, infusing titanium into his
self-control with two thoughts. Slow. And easy.

His mouth claimed her lips, moving together,
her skin over his, the sensation was enough to drive him mad. He
rubbed her taut skin, working his fingers lower—inch by blessed
inch. He slowly swirled a finger around her navel making her
flinch. “You’re so sensitive. Are you everywhere?”

She inhaled. “You do this to me.”

He flipped his palm against her belly and
ran his hand down, over her mound. She rocked against his fingers
as he thought she would. He squeezed her between her legs, allowing
her sex to warm his hand. He felt for her clit under her panties,
thumbing her slit, taking care to rub up against her sensitive nub.
She flexed her hips. Her body. A perfect fit for his hands. Every
inch of her was perfect.

Marissa’s arms snaked over his back,
reaching around to his shoulders. Her tongue slid over his, a
mirror image of licking and sucking, following each of his
movements. He nearly broke his promise to give her time when her
hips began moving against his body, languorously, and sensually
brushing against his straining cock. Each of her movements further
engorged his shaft to the point of painful throbbing.

“
Baby, open your legs.” He
slipped between her thighs about to explode.

He pushed his hands under her hips, grazing
his fingers over the curves of her ass, cupping her bottom in his
hands. He slid himself up tight against her, and he rubbed himself
against her, pumping and sliding along her panties.

Her body stretched, a pliable bow arching
all the way until her breasts pushed against his chest. He needed
to rub up against her, flesh upon flesh contact. His hands moved
down Marissa’s silky skin, searching for her soft center. He hooked
his fingers into her panties and pulled the lacy material down her
legs. She lifted her foot, and she was free of every stitch of
clothing.

“
My turn,” he said
softly.

She gazed at him with her shimmering
eyes.

Levering up on one side of his body, he all
but tore the boxers from his legs, and ended up kicking them loose.
She was exquisite. “You’ve got a hold on me. I don’t care that
we’ve only just met,” he said.

He reached up and touched her face, stroking
the waves of her hair. He trailed his fingers past her jaw. Her
skin released chill bumps and he reclaimed her breasts with his
mouth, tongue, and teeth. He didn’t stop until she writhed, softly
whimpering under him.

“
Come here, let’s get under
the comforter.” He tenderly pulled apart her knees. He repositioned
her legs over his thighs as he knelt between her legs. He traced
her skin, moving his fingers down her pussy, grazing her slick
folds.

“
Baby,” he moaned. He
rubbed his thumb along the rim of her swollen lips, wanting to
plunge into her. He bent and kissed her legs, running his hands
down her thighs a couple of times, bringing heat back to her long
limbs. His cock brushed between her legs and throbbed being so near
to her slick folds. He moved an inch and slid up against wet pussy,
a velvet-lined heaven, and he saw flashing bursts of
lights.

* * *

Wyatt slipped his finger across her. Tender
and teasing, he swirled his finger over and around then down
between her legs. His finger produced jolts of pleasure inside her
pussy and her whole body clenched, every muscle down to her bones.
He found her again and again, rubbing her clit, making her want to
scream his name.

“
Wyatt,” she
moaned.

When his cock brushed against her, she
bucked her hips. He lowered his mouth to her breasts. He licked her
nipple, scraping the peak with his teeth. He moved his fingers
between her legs, gently pulling her legs apart, opening her pussy
to him. Unsure at first, she grasped his shaft between her
hands.

“
Baby, take hold of me like
this.” He gasped and then sensing her need to know what to do, he
moved his hand over her fingers, working her hand up and down his
shaft.

“
Yes, baby, keep stroking
me just like that,” he instructed, pumping into her hand. He kept
his hand on top of hers, covering her fingers, and showing her how
to slide across his cock, faster and faster.

“
You’re so hard. Does it
feel good?” she asked, running her hand up him, flicking her thumb
against the back of his cock. She’d read
Cosmo
enough to know there were
sensitive spots to his body. Things she could do to drive him
crazy.

She cherished learning the feel of him,
satin and steel, ridged and flexible. The tip was wet, coated by
crystal droplets spilling down the side, and she inhaled his musky
scent. He groaned, his body tensed, and he watched her
intently.