Visions Of Paradise (9 page)

He pulled back for a moment to stare deep into her eyes as though searching for something. He must have found it when he pulled her tighter, pressing his mouth against hers once again, his lips both hard and soft against her mouth and throat.

Pulling him tighter within her embrace, Milla pressed closer. She would have crawled inside him, had it been possible. She wanted—needed—to be closer to him than she had ever been to another human being.

He was warm, borderline hot as the heat of the
el calor
burned through him. Then, without warning, the heat rapidly filled Milla, too. It was some insidious thing driving her to mate, making her burn for Jonas from the inside out.

She wasn’t sure what happened. Maybe the strange, erotic heat was what ensured that their mates would accept them. At that moment, Milla didn’t care. All that mattered was the sensation of his body pressed tight to hers, the way his hands skimmed over her flesh and the all-consuming lust raging through them both.

Dipping his head, Jonas brushed his lips over the swell of her breasts, his thumbs teasing the diamond-hard tips. Milla groaned deep in her throat as he pushed her shirt and bra aside and took one nipple into the heat of his incredible mouth.

Her hands fisted in his hair, bunching the silky soft strands between her fingers. His hands skimmed lower, moving down her body, leaving a trail of molten heat as his fingers slipped beneath her waistband and brushed over the tight curls at the apex of her thighs.

Milla sucked in a sharp breath, finally remembering to breathe as her hips rose to meet his hand as his strong fingers slid between her moist folds and brushed her clit.

Blood surged through her veins, hot magma through her veins as the
el calor
claimed her mind and body. Her breath came in short, erratic gasps as Jonas used his talented fingers, playing her body like a fine instrument.

Slowly, stripping her bear, removing each piece of clothing as though it were wrapping paper and she his gift, Jonas kissed his way down her body, his mouth worshipping every inch of newly exposed flesh. When she was finally naked, he quickly removed his own clothes and returned to her, his body hot as he slowly eased her backward.

Ever so gently, Jonas pressed her back onto the bed she had forgotten was behind her. Milla laid back, taking him with her, needing the slide of his strong fingers against her flesh as much as she needed to draw breath.

He circled her clit, two, then three times before he plunged two of his fingers inside her, his thumb stroking expertly over her clit. Milla’s head thrashed on the thick comforter and she screamed through her first orgasm.

Jonas lifted his head, his mouth leaving her breast. The cool air brushed her wet nipple and it grew impossibly harder. He stared down at her with that intense espresso gaze that she found so compelling, his lips quirking up on one side. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Leaning down, he kissed the valley between her breasts. “I never dared to dream that I would find you with your flawless, mocha skin and beautiful chocolate-colored eyes. You’re a miracle to me.”

He lapped at her nipple before drawing it into his mouth, twisting the other hard nub with his thumb and forefinger.

Darts of sensual pleasure shot from the tips of her breasts straight to her groin. A flood of moist heat slid from her channel, coating his shaft as he rubbed the hard length against her damp cleft.

“Are you sure, love?” he asked, his mouth against her breast as the alternately nibbled and licked each hard peak. “If not, tell me now, before it’s too late.”

“I’m sure.” Milla panted beneath him. Reaching up, she cupped his cheek with a trembling hand.

Jonas slowly lowered his head toward hers. At first, Milla couldn’t move, she could only watch as he grew inexplicably closer, his intense gaze searching hers for a hint of hesitation.

Why did he think she didn’t know her own mind? She was an adult, had been for a long, long time. She knew what she wanted and she knew she wanted Jonas right now. Impatient and eager to feel his sinfully perfect lips on hers, she lifted her head, meeting him halfway and parting her lips when his mouth covered hers. Milla relaxed in his embrace, waiting to feel the press of his hard cock entering her empty channel.

Strong hands skimmed over her flesh, brushing the sides of her breasts with his calloused fingers. They slid down over her stomach, to her hips until they curved behind her, cupping her buttock in a firm grip. Jonas lifted her, tilting her hips to gain better access as he slid the long length of his shaft against her wet cleft.

Milla almost forgot to breathe, her lungs burned, needing air and she gulped in several panting breaths as she waited for his complete possession. Slowly, Jonas leaned into her, the wide head of his cock pressing against her moist entrance.

With one, long, slow thrust, Jonas drove his burgeoning cock into her as she fought to help him. He wouldn’t let her, holding her still for his slow, torturous invasion. Inch by unhurried inch, he worked himself deeper inside her until she could feel the ridge of his pelvis resting against hers and the head of his engorged erection pressing against her cervix with that slight, erotic pain.

“Hold on, love,” he said with a groan. Leaning down, he lapped at her left nipple once, twice, then bit it gently using his tongue to lave away the slight sting. Lifting his head, he gaze down into her eyes, his own filled with passion-filled love. “This might get rough. If it does, I apologize in advance. My beast is very close to the surface and wants his mate.”

He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “I’m afraid that any amount of control is beyond me.”

Milla’s heart pounded, her blood surged in her veins and her breathing grew shallow. Her stomach flip-flopped at his words and she burned hotter, brighter for him.

“Maybe I want it rough.” Was that incredibly husky and sensual voice
really
hers?

With a smile, she wrapped her legs around his waist, hooked her ankles together and pulled him deeper into her.

“Gods, Milla. You’re so hot and tight you’re killing me.”

“Really? She pursed her lips in a little moue. “I thought that was what
this
—” She paused and tightened her legs, suddenly drawing him deeper. “Was supposed to prevent.” She smiled. “I might have waited if I thought this would kill you instead of save you.”

“Have I told you how much I love you?” he asked, suddenly serious.

Milla’s heart skipped a beat. She never thought to hear a man like this say those words to her. She never once dreamed to be locked in his embrace as he professed his love for her and she had never dared to fantasize that she would ever have a shot at happiness. She now knew that happiness was the love of this man and his friend. She only hoped that they could make a go of it once the sex was out of the way.

Jonas slowly pulled out, his thick length dragging over sensitive nerve endings, making her shudder. After a slight pause, he moved, his hips grinding in a leisurely circle as he plunged back in. Over and over, he drove his swollen flesh deep inside her until Milla’s inner muscles clamped down, gripping him tight, and she came.

Waves of pure pleasure washed over her as something inside her burst free. A mass of sensation burst over her, a conflagration of feeling so intense, it was all Milla could do to hold onto Jonas as he emptied himself inside her.

Exhausted, Milla fell back onto the bed unable to move. Jonas rolled off her, pulling her against his side, wrapping her in his arms.

Smiling against his chest, Milla yawned sleepily, her fingers absently rubbing the soft down covering his sternum. “That was the most incredible experience of my life.” I could really get used to this mating business.”

Jonas pressed a kiss against her forehead with a chuckle. “We aren’t mated yet, darlin’. Though it has certainly taken the edge off the
el calor.”

“What do you mean, we haven’t mated yet? What did we just do then?” Milla pushed herself up onto her elbow to stare down into his face.

“That, my love,” Jonas answered as he reached up to gently brush the damp hair from her face. “Was making hot, glorious love with the woman I love and my intended mate. It was not the mating ritual at all. When Mel and I truly mate you, it will be at the same time. One of us will fuck into your hot, tight pussy while the other will take your ass or your mouth.”

Milla’s eyes widened. “I expected to have to make love to you both. In fact,” she paused with a blush. “I had counted on it—even craved it. But…you two expect me to take you both at the
same time
?”

Mel watched Milla from the kitchen window. She’d been soaking in the pool for a good fifteen minutes. At the moment, she floated on the surface of the water, the dark tips of her breasts tempting him to join her and taste them. Her hard nipples peeked out of the water, like dark cherries beckoning him to take them into his mouth.

His cock stirred behind his zipper. Reaching down, he adjusted himself inside his jeans for the tenth time in as many minutes. Should he go to her? Was it too soon? He didn’t want to hurt her, but he also didn’t want to wait. In fact, he wasn’t sure if he could.

Rock music blared from the stereo. He’d turned it on, hoping it would distract him. It didn’t. The heat of the music, the throb of the bass only made matters worse as he stood staring at his mate.

Milla looked so innocent, floating on the water’s surface, so peaceful, he didn’t want to disturb her, but the heat of the
el calor
drove him just as surely as if he’d been born
leoparo
. Intense heat scored his middle scorching his organs as he stood admiring Milla from the relative safety of the house.

Safe for her, not for him. Sweat beaded on his brow as the sensation of a dozen blowtorches slashing his insides tore through his middle. He groaned, knowing he needed his mate.

Reaching down, he stroked his hard length through his jeans, hoping it would assuage some of his hunger and a small bit of the heat. Mel groaned deep in his throat. Desperate, he unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off. Feeling the material brushing his flesh had been too much.

Even the cool air on his aching body was too much. He stared at the pool, wondering what the cold water would do to him. His gaze shifted to Milla and his cock jumped in his hand.

She was no longer floating on the surface of the water. She stood, the water lapping at the undersides of her breasts as she stared toward the kitchen window—at him. Mel swallowed thickly, taking in her sultry expression and the come hither look in her gorgeous eyes the same rich shade of dark chocolate.

Lifting her hand with a smile, she crooked her finger at him with a smile. He swallowed again, unsure if he could trust himself to walk out to that pool to see what she wanted. She couldn’t possibly want him after her wild night with Jonas the night before. Surely she was sore and needed time to recuperate.

Mel groaned when she slowly licked her lips. Was that an invitation? He wasn’t certain. How could he be? He couldn’t read her mind. He expected he would once they were mated, but now it was guesswork and Mel had never been great at reading a woman.

However, when Milla gave him another sensual smile, cupped her breasts and brushed her thumbs over her nipples. It left little doubt as to her intensions. Mel gave his abused cock one last squeeze and headed for the door. He would know once she saw him naked and wanting if she really wanted to consummate their relationship or not.

Striding through the living room, he headed straight for the French doors and the patio. The house was remote and the fence high. No one would see them and he didn’t care if they did. This was his time with his mate and he vowed to make the most of it. Even if she changed her mind, he promised himself he would be a perfect gentleman until she wanted more.

“It’s about time you came out here.” She tilted her head, her glorious hair framing her face as she looked up at him. She made no effort to cover her naked breasts or the dark thatch of hair he could see beneath the clear water.

“I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Milla laughed. “Don’t lie. It doesn’t become you.” Her hands moved back and forth in the water in front of her. Little waves lapped her breasts, her nipples growing hard from the cold. “Of course you wanted to disturb me. You wanted to come out here and fuck me senseless. I might not be able to read you unless you’re touching me, but that intense expression on your face says it all.” She crooked her finger at him again. “Come on in.”

Unable to stop himself, Mel sat on the edge of the pool and slid into the water. “What now? You have to be sore from last night. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Ah, so that’s why you tortured yourself by staring at me through the window. I realize that I’m new to Paradise and I have no idea how things go on between you, but something tells me that self gratification does nothing to dispel the mating heat.”

She was right, but he’d had to attempt it. It was driving him mad with need and he couldn’t bring himself to ask her to accommodate him after her wild night with Jonas. He was more of a gentleman than that, no matter what his new instincts drove him to do. He was a Ranger, damn it. He would always be a Ranger and he refused to hurt someone weaker than himself.

“You know,” she said, raising one of her perfectly arched brows. “There are other ways to ease your pain.” She tilted her head. “From what I understand there are two other ways for you to assuage the heat.” Milla smiled that sexy little smile that was fast driving him mad. “I’m game if you are, white boy.”

His cock throbbed at her words. He stared at her full and luscious lips for a moment before shifting his gaze below the water, eyeing the curve of her hip and the side of her shapely ass. She was right. There
were
other ways. He swallowed thickly.

“As long as you’re sure you want this.”

“Let’s go on over to the steps and have a seat. I don’t want either of us drowning in here. It’s not quite what I have in mind.”

Mel made his way over to the steps, sat down and leaned back. If either of them would have the cement digging into their backs, he was determined it would be him.