Too Grand for Words (BookStrand Publishing Romance) (13 page)

“Ms. Viterra, I’ve seen a lot of gorgeous woman, but none of them had eyes like you.” His hand swept up into her hair. “So—it’s a good thing I don’t scare easily.”

She gaped at him.

“I’m going to assume there’s been no one in between.” He wanted to eat this woman alive.

Doubt flashed across her features, a lot of doubt, the Hoover Dam of doubt. Her cheeks flushing she said, “I know this is Vegas and anything goes, but I…but I can’t.” Her words evaporated as she looked into his eyes.

“I’m going to take a big leap, and say your husband probably never pleasured you, just to see your body writhe with passion.” Her eyes expanded to twice their size. He couldn’t help but grin. “No, I guess not.” He slid closer to her as she leaned away. He filled his hand with her hair, gently pulling on her silky locks. “I think you need to know what that really feels like, Moira, and I really need to make you feel it.” His voice lowered, as did his eyes.

“I…” Her hand pushed against his chest.

“No,” he said, raising one brow, “not I—we, Moira, together.” He kissed her so sensually he thought he was going to come right there just thinking about loving her. His desire took over every reasonable thought he ever had when he felt her tongue against his.

Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her to the bedroom. Laying her gently on the satin sheets of the enormous king bed, he stepped back, taking one second to gaze at her. His heart thundered in his chest. He carried protection with him always. He used it always. No woman could be trusted, but as he looked at the beautiful creature lying in front of him, he knew he wouldn’t this time. Of all the women he had taken to bed, he wanted to feel her. He was clean, and he knew without asking that she was. At her age, the likelihood of her getting pregnant was doubtful, and even if she did—the thought excited him somehow. Where the hell was his logical mind now!

“Too fast,” she choked out, trying to sit up.

“No, sweetheart, not too fast, not when it’s meant to be.” Looking deep into her eyes, he felt like he was standing on the shore of an ocean, about to drown in her gaze. He leaned over her, letting his gentle kisses sweep her away. “I want you to know how beautiful of a woman you are, and I want you to feel it.” He pulled his powerful body away from her, and slowly undressed himself in front of her.

Her eyes locked with his as he undid each button on his shirt, revealing his tanned washboard abs.

“You’re making me crazy, Steven.”

“Good,” he growled, dropping his shirt to the ground, and reached for the button on his pants.

“It’s not good, I can’t breathe.”

“That makes two of us,” he said, letting his pants fall to the floor. He stepped toward her naked. His carnal desire for her swept over him. He’d never wanted a woman so much in his life. There was no point in asking why. In this moment, he felt more powerful than he’d ever remembered. She looked terrified and exhilarated, her expression absolutely raw and unconcealed.

He covered her body with his strength, feeling her tremble beneath him. “I won’t hurt you, Moira.” His lips blazed a trail down her neck, and then he stopped—whispering in her ear, “But I will make you scream.” He swept her robe gently aside, pulling it from her shoulders, kissing her smooth skin as he did it.

He knew everything she would be feeling from the searing heat that would penetrate her to the ache between her legs. A little gasp escaped her lips when he found her nipple and gently teased it, pulling it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardening peak. Her body coiled all the way down to her toes. Gently, he coaxed her other nipple, pleasuring her. His erection brushed against her leg, leaving a trail of wetness.

Reaching for her hands, twining his fingers between hers, he pulled her arms above her head, imprisoning them there. A sharp jab of excitement rushed through him. “I’m going to make love to you, Moira,” he whispered against her skin. “Your fears are going morph into flame.” He kissed the pulsing vein in her neck. “You’re going to feel heat like you’ve never felt before take over your body.” He looked down at her, her siren eyes filled with desire for him. He smiled at her. “You’re going to break willingly, without even thinking about it because I’m going to make you feel so good.”

He took his time kissing her stomach down to her crown of barely-there curls. He kissed every inch of her body, making her tremble with his touch. As he rubbed his stubbled cheek along her inner thigh, he blew his warm breath over her sweetest place. The scent of her sex called to his tongue as he gave in to desire and let it dance across her wetness. She sucked her breath in sharply when he drew her nub between his lips. He took his time loving her. In complete control of her, he licked her from back to front with a sensual rhythm, lingering on the sensitive area just above her clit. When he sensed her fever pitch revving up for a home run, he stopped.

A small cry escaped her lips. Gently, he slid his finger across her clit, then toyed with the opening to her channel. His lips followed close behind, his tongue lapped at her, making little figure eights around the hardened point, sending her body reeling. He slid his long finger into her slowly. When she tensed, he stopped, waiting for nature to pull rank and draw him in. As his thumb brushed against her firm nub she relaxed, and he slid the rest of the way inside her, gently pulling out. Taking his time, he slid his finger inside her again and again, going faster as he read the sway of her hips and her body’s hunger for the heady sensations that filled her. When her movements became more urgent and needy, he added a second. “That’s it, sweetheart, ride my fingers, feel it,” he whispered to her. His own words almost made him come, his heart thudding in his chest.

His entire body burned as he touched her, but he refused to give in to his own needs. This was for her. The blood boiling in his veins pulsed through him as if there wasn’t enough room to flow freely. Her channel opened for his touch, and then sucked at his fingers, clenching them.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered.

He wanted her body screaming with pleasure with every sensual lick of his tongue. All her fear turning to flame every time his lips wandered across her skin. Her hips rose, betraying her need for his touch, and he couldn’t believe what her desire did to him. Sensitive to her every movement he watched as her body tensed with passion then released with a tremble. Feeling her exotic rhythm dance around his hands drove his needs to a frenzy. Her curves called to his deepest desires.

“Enjoy it, Moira, because I’m going to love you till you’re begging me to end it,” he whispered in her ear.

And so he did, with his tongue, and with his body, his lips suckling her, drawing her clit into his mouth he watched her writhe with ecstasy. His hands roamed across her, but it didn’t satisfy his desire. He needed more of her. He could barely stand it, he wanted to love her so badly. Her skin so soft, it felt like he was touching air.

Her hips thrust toward him in a primal way. She was so wet the sheets dripped with her delicious silk, and he lapped at her hardened point, then teased it with quick little licks, drawing her closer to a climax, then let her calm down as he kissed her deeply. He drenched his fingers in her wetness then stroked them across her nipples, sucking them into his mouth. A moan escaped his throat. Why did she taste so good?

They had become one energy, one being. There was no beginning of him or end to her.

When she finally wrapped her arms around him, pulling him to her tightly, a warmth he had never known consumed him. He wasn’t screwing her. He knew that he was making love to this woman. Her soft hands grasped his jaw, lifting his face to look into her eyes.

“Steven?”

“Say it, Moira,” he breathed, his heart pounding in his chest as his eyes pierced hers.

She hesitated, but the swirl of his finger grew quicker around her clit, and her eyes spoke before she did. “I need you deep inside me.”

Her body arched on the bed, as he tempted her opening with his erection. Her hips rubbed against his like she was a wild cat in heat. He knew she wanted him with every fiber of her being, but in that moment he realized he wanted the same thing.

“Make love to me, Steven.”

He lost himself in her eyes. “And I want you, Moira, so much.” Raw desire rippled through his stomach. He slid off the bed, wrapping his arms around her thighs, pulling her toward him as she opened like a flower for him. She was so perfect, her sweetest place so beautifully shaped, seductively wet and wanting. He gently ran his throbbing head through her folds, and they cried out together with anticipation.

He convulsed, feeling her against him as he slid himself between the lips of her sex. He nudged his head at her opening, and his entire body shuddered. He would have to be careful not to hurt her, but he wanted to plunge his head inside of her more than anything he had ever craved in his life. She looked into his eyes, needing him, trusting him. His heart exploded with emotion as his body pulsed with sensory overload when he entered her, thrusting his hardness inside her. He slid in so easily with her wetness, her channel felt like velvet cocooning him.

A groan of pleasure shot from his throat as his body seized with the force that took over him, as they became one. He almost lost it when her own hand snaked down her body to reach for her glistening point, rubbing it gently. As the fire grew in her, it engulfed him, and he drove himself into her.

Deep, powerful strokes forced another groan of immense pleasure from him. “Oh God, you feel so good to me,” he growled.

Their dance was pure ecstasy, almost torture. He would never last long inside her. She was so incredibly hot. She raised her hips, taking his entire shaft in. He stopped, wanting it to last, but he felt the crest consuming him. He fought it, and it only made him hotter.

He wanted her to come with him in the same moment. He pulled out of her, and she cried out, her body demanding him. His next thrust sent him reeling. Their rhythm was beautiful torture for both of them. Her muscles contracted hard around him as her fingers tore at the sheets.

“Steven—please,” she cried out, as the orgasm jolted her entire body, her breasts arching into the air, her flesh contracting around him.

It was so violent, so seductive it set him off with a white flash of heat pulsating to his core as they both gave way to the wave of pleasure that shook them. The exquisite rush of agonizing ecstasy took hold of their bodies and their souls.

He felt his semen releasing into her, drawing every ounce of feeling to that one beautiful moment. Her muscles milked him, and instinctively he buried himself to the hilt, her body accepting all of him. Closing his eyes, he held on to the pleasure until it gently ebbed away. She quivered with aftershocks, igniting the same response inside him. Slowly she opened her eyes to gaze into his.

He gently released her legs and pulled her up on the bed, his body still jolting with sensitivity as he remained inside her, not wanting to leave her warm, silky sheath. Her arms snaked around him, pulling him to her as her soft lips took control of his mouth. She washed away everything inside him with her kiss. Like a sail filling with wind on the sea, she took over his senses, his heart, his mind—leaving him to float free, weightless. God, had he ever felt something like this before in his life? It was so pure, so fucking beautiful.

When she lay back to look at him, his entire being swarmed with a feeling he’d never known. It consumed him from his mind to his heart. “Moira—” He swayed his head to clear it. “God, as long as I live I will never forget this.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Her fingers followed the contours of his arm, then drifted to his stomach, finally coming to rest on his chest. “Can we do that again?”

“Oh, sweet Jesus, yes,” he rumbled and kissed her, rolling over and bringing her with him.

They lay in each other’s arms for a long time as the blue sky darkened. The lights of the strip threw up a glow to hover above the city. They were in their own little world, and for the first time that he could remember, he wanted to stay, here—with her. The familiar drive to leave never even entered his mind. There was no explaining how he felt about this woman. She was like no one else he’d ever known. Like a siren’s song, she called to him with her honesty, her laugh. Everything about her drew him in, and he couldn’t believe it. No one had ever made him feel this way. What the hell was happening?