Only for You (18 page)

Stupid, to believe this rabid, feral need for Gia was something he could control.

He reached with his thumb, rubbing her slick clit. He powered into her with short, forceful thrusts, watching her intently. Their gazes held as cruel pleasure sank its talons deep. The pressure in her taut muscles broke, and her nails dug into his hip and buttocks. She began to shudder, her helpless whimpers barely audible against the screech of the steaming kettle. Her climactic convulsions pushed him over the edge. He thrust high in her.

He roared as the climax hit him, blistering. Scalding. He locked gazes with her again as he came. Grinding his teeth, he used both thumbs to part her labia wider. Instinctively, he pushed closer, circling his straining body subtly against her exposed clit, demanding she join him full force in his pleasure. Her whimpers escalated to a scream. They shook together in the kind of tense, mindless bliss that for better or worse, was bound to incinerate everything in its path.

She stretched luxuriously next to him on the bed, feeling wonderful and liberated in their nakedness, her body still chafed and tingling from their frantic lovemaking. And why shouldn’t she feel free? True, they’d both struggled over the wisdom of giving in to lust and need, but that fight was over now. Who could struggle for long against the type of attraction that throbbed between her and Seth?

“You must be exhausted,” she murmured, seeing his eyelids growing heavy as he languorously stroked the curve of her hip. They were lying on their sides, facing each other, the duvet and sheets drawn down around their ankles. “You’ve only slept for an hour since the night before last.”

“I’m okay,” he assured shortly. She loved the sound of his gruff baritone. She loved exploring his beautiful, hard body. He so often restrained her hands during sex, something she adored and hated in equal measure. But he wasn’t restraining her now. Her stroking hands on him mimicked his movements on her. She caressed a lean hip. When he cupped an entire buttock in his large hand, she grinned and leaned forward, reaching around to do the same to him. She grasped a hard, smooth ass cheek and squeezed.

“God, you feel good,” she whispered, awe spicing her tone. She nipped at his mouth, massaging his ass. In her closer position, she felt his cock flick up against her pelvis. Excitement tingled through her as she shaped the dense muscle lasciviously. “How do you keep so hard?”

“I work out, like most people,” he said, kissing her back with a strange paradox of idleness and focus that made her think of a big cat lazily playing before it pounced.

“You’d have to do more than just ‘work out’ to have this butt,” she remonstrated lightly, squeezing him. “How will we exercise here?”

“There’s a nice workout facility in the basement.”

“There is? Can we . . . go jogging . . . in the woods, as well?” she asked distractedly, plucking at his mouth, most of her attention held by his spicy, clean scent, delicious ass and his firm lips.

“We can. If you’re in disguise.”

She pulled back at that. As he looked at her face, his slow smile caused a sensation in her sex like a flame flickering up to a steady glow.

“What?” she demanded.

“That look on your face. No one does outrage better than you, Gia.” He leaned up and captured her protest with his coaxing lips. Her flash of irritation evaporated like steam, next to his kiss. She struggled not to forget it.

“I wasn’t
doing
outrage. I’m pissed. No one will see us around here!” she insisted, backing away from his logic-evaporating mouth. “If you haven’t noticed, we’re in the middle of the woods, Seth.”

“It’s a national forest to the south and east of us. Anyone can access those woods, and they do. True, this property and the woods to the north are private, but John told me hikers or hunters occasionally wander onto it. Not often, but it’s been known to happen.” He raised his eyebrows at her stubborn expression. She felt like one of those poor deer in the woods. Hunted. “You have one of the most recognizable faces in the country. All it takes is one person.
One
. And our cover would be blown.”

She exhaled slowly. “I guess you’re right. It
would
be a shame if our time together was cut short.” She sounded breathless to her own ears as she resumed massaging his ass.

She glanced over his shoulder, her eyes widening when she saw their reflection in a row of mirrored doors on the closet. The entire bed was displayed in them. She squeezed, her breath catching at the exciting feeling of Seth’s dense muscle combined with the vision of her hand on his gorgeous ass. Her clit tickled with excitement. She kissed his shoulder, but continued peering past him curiously, watching her hand massaging a buttock. His body was so male, so thrillingly different from hers. He was a long stretch of corded sinew and lean, rippling muscle. His skin color was beautiful, swarthy with a warm, gilded undertone. She smoothed her hand along his strong-looking, sculpted back and swept it back down, her palm itching to cup his ass once again. She was pale next to him. Never once had she considered herself delicate or small, but that’s how she felt next to Seth. That’s how he made her feel. His opposite. Feminine.

Desired.

Maybe he noticed her stillness and distraction.

He calmly lifted his head off the pillow and looked over his shoulder. Their gazes locked in the mirror. A flash of excitement went through her when something sparked in his sultry, amber eyes.

He turned back to her.

“You like to watch,” he stated gruffly.

Her mouth fell open in surprise, but a rush of heat went through her as well.

“I remember. From that night we were together a few years back,” he explained, stroking her shoulder and back with his opened, massaging hand.

Her hand fell away from his ass like it had burned her. A desire to deny it leapt up in her. She felt very exposed beneath his steady stare. It was a little embarrassing, having him say something so baldly, something so personal. His gaze flickered over her heating cheeks.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Says you,” she mumbled, keeping her gaze lowered. Didn’t that make her some kind of narcissistic nympho, that she found the image of her and Seth together highly charged and erotic? She found
lots
of things about Seth charged and erotic. The vision of them was just one of
many
things.

For a moment, he neither spoke nor moved. Then he resumed caressing her, warmly stroking her back and the side of her waist.

“It’s an unusual situation. Us having these weeks here together. We’re very attracted to each other. On my part, it’s unprecedented.”

She glanced into his face, her embarrassment forgotten in the face of his honesty. “Me too,” she admitted truthfully, studying his sober expression.

He nodded. “If we wanted to, we could take advantage.” She arched her eyebrows in interest. “We could be honest about what we like. We could indulge every fantasy.”

A smile flickered across her lips. “Sort of like a sex-cation?”

His mouth tilted. “If you want to call it that. But it would require complete honesty. Because otherwise, what’s the point?” He ran his first two fingers over her pulse. She realized her heart was throbbing in excitement.

“That sounds very risky.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Or admit anything you’re not comfortable admitting. I won’t judge,” he said, meeting her stare.

“Okay. I won’t judge either. I don’t want you to think I’m a narcissist,” she said in a whisper. “Especially knowing what you think of actresses. I’m not that fascinated by looking at myself in a mirror when I’m alone. But it excited me . . . excites me, to watch us together.”

His narrowed eyes made a frisson of excitement go through her.

“Your
honesty
excites me,” he stated bluntly. He put his hand on her back and urged her closer to him. The tips of her breasts brushed against his rib cage, her nipples tightening at the contact. He lowered his head and spoke near her ear, his hoarse voice causing shivers to course down her spine. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I like watching myself touch your beautiful body. I love seeing my cock in you. I’m becoming addicted to seeing that wild, helpless look on your face when you’re about to come. I’d look at those things from every angle available to me, if I could. Does that make me sound like a narcissistic pig?”

“No,” she said starkly.
It makes you sound sexy as hell.
She leaned back and looked at his face. “What . . . what else turns you on?”

“Lots of things.”

She couldn’t help but laugh softly at his wry reply, as if he were saying,
Do you want the CliffsNotes, or the fully annotated edition?

“How about something for starters?” she suggested.

His expression hardened. “Okay,” he said suddenly. He pushed her onto her back and hovered over her. His warm hand drifted down her bare belly and skimmed lightly over her sex. Her body went tense with excitement. “Spread your thighs,” he murmured. She widened her legs. “That’s
one
thing.”

He began moving just the edge of his hand flirtingly along the crevice of her labia, up and down, up and down. That teasing caress in combination with his lambent stare down at her had her tingling in anticipation. She realized belatedly she hadn’t understood what the
one thing
was. He noticed her raised brows. “When I ask you to do something, and you do it without questioning me,” he explained.

“Are you saying it turns you on when I’m a pushover?”

“No. It turns me on that we’re so in sync.”

“Oh,” she whispered, a little stunned. Was that the key to why things were so boiling hot between them? That they were so attuned to one another?

“But I’ll admit, it does turn me on when you submit. That’s far from being the same thing as being a pushover,” he added gruffly. “It’s a much more complicated, charged dynamic than that.”

She felt her pulse thrumming wildly at her throat. What he’d said had excited her. She wasn’t sure that she liked the fact, but his primal masculinity and dominant manner of lovemaking
did
turn her on.

And she had said she’d be honest . . .

“At the risk of having you boss me around for three weeks, I’ll admit it turns me on when you take control.”

A smile flickered across his hard mouth. His sawing hand lowered. The ridge of his finger burrowed just a fraction of an inch between her labia, creating a light, flickering pressure on her clit. She bit off a whimper.

“I’m not going to boss you around outside of sex,” he said, amusement tingeing his tone. She gave him a skeptical look. “And outside of concern for your safety.”

“From the description of this little sex-cation we’ve come up with thus far, that pretty much covers all the bases, doesn’t it?”

His low, rough laughter was delicious.

“Knowing you, you’ll have no problem putting me in my place if I get away from myself. And remember. You can always say no. Spread your legs wider,” he murmured, his mirth fading. He moved his hand when she opened even farther for him. She burned beneath his stare as he idly rubbed the cream that had gathered on the edge of his forefinger onto her hip while he stared fixedly between her legs.

“It would turn me on if you shaved,” he said, his gaze leaping up to her face. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t like your pussy being hidden from me in any way. But it’s up to you.”

Well. They had agreed to no-holds-barred honesty. Gia forced her mouth closed.

“Okay. Lots of women shave or wax, right? And you do. I like it. That you do, I mean,” she finished clumsily. She
more
than liked his round, full testicles. She recalled how he’d cupped and massaged them gently in his hand while she’d jacked his staff. “It would be a real shame to hide those.” She said her last thought out loud, her gaze flickering down his ridged abdomen to his cock. He’d hardened again. Her body quickened in excitement. She reached for him instinctively, but he caught her wrist and pinned it next to her ear on the pillow.

“I’m glad you think so,” he said amusedly. “I feel the same way about this,” he said, letting her wrist go and cupping her sex. Heat rushed through her. She just stared up at him. He was so big. It turned her on when he held her like that. Better not to think of how much it aroused her when he held her that way with his left hand and stimulated her with that wicked ring. “I admitted to you earlier I’d seen a few of your movies. You may not be aware of it, but you regulate what you give away to the world. Just a hint of you is enough to have people lining up on the streets to catch a glimpse. I want all of you, Gia. I want you completely exposed to me.”

She glanced at his face, surprised by his sudden intensity. His hand shifted between her thighs.

“You don’t ask for much, do you?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t like things in half measure. In your case, that preference seems exponentially strong.”

Her gaze stuck to his amber eyes as his deep voice reverberated around in her head.

“Okay. I’ll go shower now and shave.”

He leaned down and pressed his small smile to her lips.