Soul Catcher (23 page)

Her words bewildered Aleco. Just a moment ago, she said she forgave him, but their relationship would remain platonic, a proposition he had agreed to, so what was her meaning? “I don’t understand,” he said.

Accacia took a deep breath as she stared at his crystal blue irises. She didn’t see the maniac rapist in those eyes, but a man she trusted and cared for. Accacia thought about the kisses they shared and knew she wanted to feel that embrace again. The thought of him shirtless gave her chills.

She pushed him back into the seat. He stared at her blankly as she grabbed his shoulder, and lowered herself onto his lap slowly, her legs straddling his hips. He felt her thighs tighten around his sides as she squeezed him gently. His heart began to thump sporadically as her meaning dawned on him and sent arousal coursing through his body in pounding waves. Her intoxicating scent splashed over him and caused his hands to shake. He forced his hands to dangle at his sides, not allowing them to do what they really wanted. As she leaned closer to him, her brown locks fell down her shoulder to her perky breasts, and he desperately wanted to run his fingertips through the strands. His fists clenched at his sides and he tried to think logically, clearly, as the woman he wanted for so long leaned her body into him. He forced himself to behave.

She pressed her forehead against his and stared down at his lips. Her warm breath fell upon his face and he wanted to kiss her, part her lips with his own. His eyes were glued to her mouth and he watched her lick her lips, which almost sent him over the edge.

He closed his eyes and felt his hands run up her toned thighs, completely out of his control. They grabbed her hips and massaged the skin at the brim of her pants. His fingers slipped under her camisole and felt the smooth skin of her waist. He wanted to kiss the area and hoped he would by the end of the night. His breathing came out ragged and shaky, his physiological response had stimulated every part of his body and it worked in overdrive to prepare for the physical demands of his desire. She placed one arm around his neck and the opposite hand upon his chest. She scooted herself closer to him and he knew she could feel his swelling arousal, since she was sitting directly on it.

“Accacia, you don’t need to do this.” He breathed. “You don’t owe me anything.”

He attempted to be a gentleman even though he didn’t mean a word he said. He wanted this to happen, and now that she was sitting astride him, he didn’t know if he would be able to stop if she wanted to end it. He feared he would hold her down and take her against her will. What she was doing was
very
dangerous.

“Isn’t this what you want?” she asked as she kissed him lightly on the lips. Her mouth lingered on his for a moment and he reluctantly let her pull away. She ran her hands through his hair and his spine shivered.

“Only if you do,” he whispered. Aleco wished he would stop talking.

“Well, I’m sitting on your lap, aren’t I?” She kissed his jawline until she came to his ear, which she kissed gently. The intimate sound of her kiss directly into his ear made him grip her tighter, and the moist feel of her lips on such a tender area made him gasp. The desire that coursed through him was like a lit firework about to burst at any second. She felt his breathing become more labored and she secretly enjoyed the affect she had on him. His hands tightened around her waist and she felt his hips rock slightly, like the beginning waves of an incoming tide. She knew how much he wanted this. His half-hearted, chivalrous attempts amused her.

“Damn, Accacia,” he said through a heavy breath. “I can’t think clearly when you do that.”

“Do you want to think clearly?” she teased.

“I want to know that you understand what you’re doing,” he said. “That you realize you don’t have to do this. Your friendship is enough to satisfy me.”

“You deserve more than that,” she whispered as her kiss moved down to his neck. He tilted his chin and exposed himself to her, his moans of pleasure a direct contradiction of his words.
He was the worst liar she had ever met. She wasn’t the only one who couldn’t tell a convincing lie. “After everything you’ve done for me, and the way I treated you, you deserve to be satisfied. I want to satisfy you.”

“Gods, Accacia,” he said. “You can’t talk like that.”

“I mean it.”

“This is a one-time thing?”

She rubbed her body up against his, her breasts pressed against his chest, and nodded.

“Accacia, if you keep touching me like this—”

Her kiss interrupted his words.

“I’m going to lose control and—”

She kissed him again.

He pulled away. “And I won’t be able to stop, Accacia, even if you beg me to.” She smiled at him and ran her fingers through his hair. He grabbed her wandering hand, and looked her directly in the eye. “So I am going to ask you again,” he said. “Are you sure you want this?”

He prayed her answer was yes.

She leaned into him and whispered directly into his ear. “I want you inside me.”

Every restraint was snapped like thin twig under a heavy boot. Any reservations he had about this situation were gone, and all he felt was his arousal for the woman he desired. The dam of the ocean had been broken and his feelings flooded out to every shore. His lips were on hers again and he kissed her the way he wanted, with intense passion and loving caresses. His hands ran wild over her body. They felt her muscled calves then glided to her hips, circling her petite waistline with both hands. He clutched the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. Her bottom rubbed against his arousal as she moved. She knew Aleco wasn’t ashamed of the indicator of his feelings.

His touch moved to her chest where he fondled her rounded breasts, exploring their firmness and shape, which he had dreamt about often, and moaned with pleasure as he appraised her shapely curves. He squeezed her breasts, rubbing
the nipples with his thumb, and she began to pant at his touch. She grabbed his neck and pulled him closer into her kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and she moaned. The sound alone almost brought their interaction to an end, right then and there.

He lifted her into the air and she circled her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her. He carried her up the stairs as he continued to kiss her, occasionally leaning her body against the walls when the unstoppable need to explore her body overcame him. They knocked over a dresser during their heat and a few vases shattered on the floor, which neither of them noticed.

Aleco laid her down on the mattress and leaned his body over her, loving the feel of her slender legs wrapped around his waist, begging him to enter her. His body shook at that thought alone. Everything he wanted to do with her was finally happening.

He broke their kiss and gazed at her breathtaking features, mesmerized by the glow of her green eyes and the curve of her wet
lips as they remained slightly open, missing his absent kiss. He wanted to remember that moment for as long as he lived, even if nothing ever happened between them again.

With steady hands, she grabbed his shirt and pulled it from his muscled torso, rubbing her hands across his prominent chest and flat stomach. Her fingers unclasped his trousers and she yanked them free of his legs as he kicked them from his ankles. Then she grabbed the rim of his underwear and pulled him free of his concealment, then saw the intensity of his arousal. She reached her hand out and grabbed it for a moment, gently massaging the skin, even though he needed no further stimulation. He groaned with pleasure at her touch; she was better in the bedroom than any courtesan he ever had.

He grabbed her hand and pulled it away, not wanting their rendezvous to come to such a quick end. He removed her boots and pulled down her trousers as his eyes marveled at the sight of her exquisite legs. He kissed her inner thighs and her knees, and felt her shiver at his touch. He moved closer to the apex of her thighs, the source of her arousal. Foreplay was always the time he used to find his partner’s pleasure zones, and he was quickly finding hers. He removed her shirt and tossed the thin fabric to the floor, and then removed her camisole underneath, leaving it at the edge of the bed. He caressed the hollow of her throat with kisses, ignoring the necklace she wore, then moved to her breasts where he gently sucked on her nipples. He could feel her heart flutter wildly in her chest. Finally, he removed her panties and dropped them to the floor. He stared at her naked body, hoarding the memory for future lonely nights, and admired how gorgeous she was. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he kissed her stomach and trailed his lips downward until he stopped at the middle of her thighs.

He kissed her most intimate places. She gripped his forearms and glided her fingers through his hair as she sighed with pleasure. Her moans grew louder as he savored her tender region with his tongue, and her pants grew heavy and labored as he continued to please her. She squeezed
his arms with smashing force as she lost control, and he brought her into an intense climax that exploded through her body, like a flickering candle exploding into an inferno, something she hadn’t thought possible. “Aleco,” she moaned through the euphoria. “Gods,” she cried.

The sound of his name almost made him lose control. He continued his ministrations until her breathing decreased, and he knew her moment had passed. He moved his lips to her mouth to kiss her then moved to her ear. “I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to her own, kissing him with relish, moaning between the breaks of their embrace. He separated her thighs with this hand, and explored the source of her desire with his fingers, feeling the indication of female arousal.

She began to pant again as he felt her intimately, and she spread her legs further apart in welcome. She grabbed his hand to steady it, but he continued his momentum despite her moans of
protest. She was on the verge of crying out in pleasure. “Aleco, I want you,” she panted.

“This
is
me, dear.”

“Please,” she begged.

The intense arousal in her striking green eyes stopped his movements, and he moved his hands behind her back. He grasped her by the waist and elevated her off the bed, inserting himself within her slowly. She gasped at his entrance until he was completely within her. He watched her face glow in the heat of her desire, and she ran her hands down his chest, feeling his powerful body dominate her. He moved her to the head of the bed, and laid her head upon the pillow before he began to move within her. He plunged inside her slowly as he caressed her body gently, while moving his hands through her hair and kissing her lips. She opened her legs wider as she beckoned him to move faster and thrust harder, silently assuring him that he wasn’t hurting her. His rhythm quickened and sweat fell down his chest in beads, splashing on her skin in the midst of their lovemaking. She gripped his back as she moaned loudly at the feel of him within her. He could feel her body tighten around him as she climaxed into another state of euphoria, and she cried his name loudly as she was overcome with pleasure.

The sound of his name being screamed from her lips again snapped his control. He released himself to the all-consuming pleasure of the moment and thrust himself deeply inside her, reaching his own climax. “Accacia,” he moaned between his final thrusts. “Accacia,” he cried again as he grabbed her hips and pulled himself fully into her. It was the most intense moment of pleasure he ever had.

His lips sought hers and he kissed her tenderly, attempting to express all his love for her in his embrace alone. She ran her hands through his hair and trickled her fingertips down his back, trying to make up for the savage way she grabbed him earlier.

“Are you alright?” he asked through his heavy breathing.

“Yes.” She smiled.

He lay down beside her and cradled her lithe form in his arms. “You were right.” He smiled and kissed her on the forehead. “That was
exactly
what I wanted.”

“I can tell.” She laughed.

“How was it for you?” He wasn’t sure why he asked. It was obvious how it was for her, and he knew her body couldn’t deceive him.

Her face reddened at his question. “I enjoyed it.” She smiled.

“Good.” He kissed her, staring at her for moment. She returned his gaze. He wanted to remember this feeling above all things, the feeling of pure joy. “You were my first, Accacia.”

She raised an eyebrow. “How do you mean?”

“I’ve been with other women, but I’ve never made love to someone,” he said. “Until now.” He smiled.

“Me either,” she replied. “Well, not with women though.” She laughed.

He laughed in return.

“In many ways, you are my first, Aleco. You are the first man I voluntarily slept with.”

The gesture touched his heart. He knew she loved him. Any doubt he had evaporated with her words. “I’m honored, Accacia,” he said as he held her hand to his heart. He hugged her to his chest and enjoyed the feel of her naked skin against his own. Just the thought of her unconcealed form underneath the sheets was enough to awaken his arousal again.

She turned away from his embrace. “I should go,” she said.

Aleco’s heart fell from his chest. He didn’t want this to end. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back to bed. “You said I had the whole evening,” he lied. She never actually said those words, but he thought he might persuade her to believe she had.