Seven Nights (12 page)

His hands froze again for a brief moment, but then continued their firm, warm strokes over her back, her neck, her shoulders. Now that she knew it was him touching her that way, the massage took on an entirely different meaning. One that sent tingles of anticipation shooting through her every nerve and fiber.

“Have you guessed what sense tonight’s fantasy involves?” Sean asked. His warm breath was close to her ear as he leaned down. She felt the heat of his chest near her back, but then it was gone, along with his mouth.

“Touch?” Her voice shook.

Sean’s deep, low chuckle tingled through her. “Mmm. The lady wins a prize.”

Before Leah could make a smart comment about prizes and games, there was a light touch across her spine that pushed away all rational thought. It was the gentle brush of a soft feather. The wispy edges played along her spine, then lower as Sean inched the sheet down until it barely covered her backside.

“A prize or torture?” Leah asked on a choked breath she could hardly manage to exhale. Her blood heated at an alarming rate.

“Is it torture?” Sean asked softly as he teased the feather up her back in small circles. “Because the way you’re writhing, it doesn’t look like you’re trying to escape. No, I’d say you were trying to get closer, not farther away.”

Leah let out a soft moan as Sean tickled the back of her neck with slow swishes. “That was always the torture between you and I, Sean. I could never get close enough.”

“Well, that’s not going to be a problem tonight.” He leaned down and brushed a gentle kiss against the back of her neck. “But I don’t want to talk about that anymore. I want to show you. Roll over.”

For the brief seconds before Leah complied, she drew in a short breath and tried to calm herself. Her emotions were too raw, too out of control. She didn’t want Sean to see that weakness. Not if she had any chance at keeping a handle on her heart.

Slowly, she rolled onto her back. She glanced up into Sean’s eyes and realized it was already too late. Her handle on anything emotional was long gone. Her control had fled the instant Sean had first pressed his lips against hers in his office.

“My God, you are beautiful,” he breathed.

Leah was startled enough to look down at herself. She was naked from the middle of her hips up and the white sheet that had covered her back was tangled around her legs so that it barely covered her.

But like on the beach earlier that day, she didn’t feel shame at her nudity, or even self-consciousness. She felt alive. Free. And ready to give Sean what he wanted. When she let herself be honest, she wanted it too. More than ever before.

“Then give me the fantasy.” She settled back against the massage table. “Touch me.”

Sean didn’t answer, but reached back behind him on a table that held the feather he’d teased her with originally and the light oil Cory had been massaging her with. When his hand reappeared, he held a long, red silk scarf.

“Didn’t you blindfold me last time?” Leah said in what she hoped was a light and teasing tone. “You don’t want to go repeating yourself, do you?”

“That was velvet,” Sean replied as he sat down on the edge of the table beside her exposed hip. “This is silk and I’m not going to cover your eyes with it. A big part of the pleasure of touch is anticipation. I want you to watch my hands come toward your skin. I want you to rise up to meet me because you can’t wait. For that to happen, you have to be able to see everything I’m going to do.”

Leah barely held back the shudder of need that rocked her body. When had Sean become so sensual? So controlled in his desires and so focused on making her be the one to let go?

Sean grasped each end of the scarf and pulled it taut just as he brushed it across her chest. The sweet friction of soft fabric against skin puckered Leah’s nipples and sent an almost unbearable jolt of sensation through her nerves. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t hold back the groan that broke free of her lips.

Sean smiled. “Don’t try to stay quiet. No one can hear you but me, and I want to hear how good everything feels.”

Leah locked eyes with him as he rubbed the fabric back across her chest for a second pass. This time she didn’t even try to hold back her cries of pleasure. Sean’s face tightened even as he smiled and she realized that touching her, hearing her pleasure, was a test of his own desire.

An overwhelming wash of power pulsed through her system at that insight. Sean might pretend to be in control when it came to her, but he wasn’t. And every moment that he tested her limits with his ‘fantasy nights’, he was pushing his own. Eventually something would have to give. She could only imagine how fantastic it would be when that moment came.

Sean pulled the scarf back away from her skin. She watched as he wound it around his hand over and over until his fingers disappeared in a blur of delicate fabric. Once he’d curled the entire swath of silk around his hand, he reached down and hesitated just inches from her cheek.

Though she tried to hold back, Leah found herself doing just as Sean had predicted she would do: She rose up to meet his touch and shut her eyes with a moan as the satin brushed her face. He slid the makeshift glove over her jaw line, down her throat and across the ridges of her collarbone. Every touch was molten heat and each one built the tension in her body until Leah was sure that the sheet tangled between her thighs must be soaked with need.

But still his hand moved relentlessly along in its exploration of her body. Silk smoothed over her breast, pausing as he rubbed the fabric across her already throbbing nipples. Then he made a line down the apex of her body.

As he’d asked, Leah didn’t hold back her reactions. She moaned when the cloth brushed against the hollow of her belly button. She couldn’t hold back the cry when silk met the edge of the cotton sheet. With his unbound hand, Sean inched the protective barrier down the rest of her body.

Finally, just when Leah thought the torture would kill her, Sean moved his satin clad hand down and his fingers found her slick heat. This time she wouldn’t have been able to hold back her cry if Sean had told her the whole island was able to hear her. It started low and hungry, but as he began to massage her pussy with those silken-clothed fingers, the cry increased to a wail.

Then his fingers were gone.

“Why? What?” she stammered, struggling to sit up and see what Sean could possibly be doing that was more important than touching her.

“Shhh,” he said, motioning her back down as he unraveled the now damp silk from his hand.

“But-”

He cut her off by turning to reveal a tray of ice he now balanced on his palm. “It’s just too hot in here.”

“Too hot?” she repeated. How could he concentrate on the room temperature at a time like this? Didn’t he know he was killing her little by little with every moment she had to wait for his touch?

He set the tray down on a small table beside the massage bed, then he began working at the buttons of his cotton shirt. And not fast enough, either. With a grunt, Leah rose up on her elbow and caught the edge of the fabric. She yanked him closer, close enough that she felt the body heat coming off of him, she could smell his cologne and the natural masculinity of his skin. All of it was almost overpowering and it took all her willpower not to drag him down on top of her.

Instead, she started working at his buttons from the bottom up while he worked from the top down. Finally, their hands met, along with their eyes. Sean tangled his fingers with hers, teasing her by stroking the tips along her hands, her arms, until finally he cupped her shoulders and slowly eased her back down on the massage table.

In one smooth motion, he shrugged out of the shirt and caught the tray of ice again. Sitting down on the edge of the table, he chose one ice cube and leaned over her. A droplet of cool water splashed down on her impossibly hot skin and Leah was surprised it didn’t hiss. Then the ice cube itself touched down against her belly and this time there was a hiss. The hiss of Leah’s breath as she arched up off the table.

Sean’s face tightened as he trailed the ice up and up until he finally lightly dragged it over her nipple. She gripped the edge of the table with both hands and swallowed back a sob of pleasure at the sensation of cold meeting hot.

He smiled wickedly as he set the ice cube back on the tray. “Oh, now you’re all wet,” he said innocently.

Leah pulled herself together enough to meet his eyes with a wild and wanton stare. “Yes, all wet.”

Whatever control Sean was practicing faded away. His fingers threaded through her hair and he pulled her up for a kiss as hot as fire and just as melting.

She slipped her hands around his back, kneading the firm muscles there, then tugging him down until they were pressed bare chest to bare chest. This time it was his turn to groan as he deepened the kiss and repositioned himself on the massage table so that he was lying on top of her.

It had been so long since she’d felt Sean’s full length pressed against her that Leah just wanted to enjoy it as she kissed him. She smoothed her hands along his back, hooked a leg around his and prayed that there were no cell phones in the room to interrupt them.

“I’m not doing very well with my fantasy idea, am I?” Sean asked with a smile as he broke their passionate kiss for a softer one on her forehead.

Leah looked up at him with a smile of her own. “Sean, don’t you get it? You
are
the fantasy.”

His face softened as he looked down into her eyes and then the softness was gone, blurred as he dipped his head and kissed her again, this time with more need and purpose. Leah moaned with both relief and pleasure. No, nothing was going to interrupt them now.

“This table is so uncomfortable.” Sean laughed as he let his hand trail down from her shoulders to cup one breast.

Leah arched under his thumb as he strummed it over the sensitive flesh. “Then sit up,” she gasped, surprised she was able to have a coherent thought, not to mention find words to go with it.

Sean arched a playful eyebrow as he moved into a sitting position on the edge of the table. Leah slid onto his lap, straddling him. His cock throbbed against her thigh and her blood increased with anticipation.

This was it. Unlike in the dining room, she couldn’t, wouldn’t deny herself. And unlike on the beach, he wasn’t going to let anything come between them. In a moment, Sean would surge inside her. And she would melt.

With a shift of her hips, she lowered her pussy just to the tip of his cock. Her outer lips gripped at him, demanding she go further, but she stopped.

“Better?” she whispered, groaning as he pulled the peak of her breast between his teeth and began to swirl fire around her nipple.

“Not quite,” he murmured as he grasped her hips and gently thrust up into her body.

The feel of him gliding into her inch by inch was almost too much pleasure to bear. She stretched to accommodate him, welcoming him back like an old friend who had been gone far too long. And when he had entered her completely, filled her to his very hilt, she leaned back and simply enjoyed the feeling of being one body.

“God, it’s been too long,” he groaned as he shut his eyes and put his arms around her to hold her close. “You’re so tight and hot.”

She shivered. “I-I haven’t been with anyone since you.”

His gaze flickered up, filled with disbelief and joy. “No one?”

“No,” she admitted.

His face softened as he glided his fingers into her hair and brought her down for a hot, wet kiss that lit her whole body on fire and made her body flex wildly around him. Then his arms came around her back and he held her.

“Sean,” she groaned as she squeezed her inner muscles rhythmically and made him groan. “I don’t want to wait anymore.”

He didn’t wait for her to ask a second time. With a growl of pure, animal possession, he skimmed his hands down her sides until he cupped her backside and began to move.

Leah cried out on the first long thrust, digging her fingernails into the planes of his back as a huge surge of pleasure nearly had her coming right there. The second thrust was too much and she screamed out his name, thrashing out an orgasm that might have made her black out if Sean hadn’t continued his relentless thrusts that only seemed to prolong the pleasure to a nearly unbearable length.

When she’d finally ridden out her first release, Leah regained her senses enough that she realized he was doing all the work while she merely enjoyed the fruits of his labor. With a wicked grin and a hard kiss, she tightened her legs around his waist and began to move on her own.

The room was getting hotter and louder with each thrust, with each time Sean lapped his tongue over her skin or cupped her closer as he drove up into her. She met him at every turn, keeping the pace as fast and hot as it had been when he began.

Sean’s face tightened, his neck flexing as he tried to keep rein over his control. It was a challenge and Leah did her best to meet it. She rolled her hips, grinding as he drove up into her, knowing she was rubbing him in all the right ways. All the ways that would force him to let go and experience a pleasure as intense as her own had been.

But her teasing only seemed to make him more determined to give her release once more. As she rolled her hips again, he dug his fingers into her thighs. To her surprise, he stood up with her legs still latched around his waist. He took three steps and she found herself pressed against the wall, no longer able to drive the rhythm of the sex or tease him.