“I don’t agree with you.” Without lifting his mouth from hers, he yanked her shirt out of her jeans and undid the buttons. He couldn’t remember ever wanting anything or anyone as badly as he wanted her. He told himself that it was because he hadn’t let himself give in to the feeling, but deep down he knew it was more than that.
There was something about her—
Something—
“If you don’t agree, then why are you kissing me?” She was breathless, unbalanced, her hand clamped hard on his biceps to steady herself as he stripped her shirt from her shoulders, exposing skin the color of whipped cream and dips and curves half-concealed by a lace bra.
“It’s the only way I know to stop you talking.” A single move of his fingers sent the bra to the same place as the shirt and he heard her gasp turn to a soft moan as he kissed her throat, her shoulder and then the swell of her breast. He lingered, teased and then drew the tip of her breast into the heat of his mouth. Her nipple hardened beneath the slow flick of his tongue and he felt her fingers lock in his hair.
“Alec—”
He transferred his mouth to her other breast, while his fingers dealt with the snap of her jeans. He eased them down over smooth skin and soft curves, feeling her shiver under the slow stroke of his hands. The elastic of her panties provided no barrier and he dispensed with those, too. The desire to bury himself deep into her perfect body was tempered by the knowledge that it would be a criminal waste to rush anything this perfect. Now that he had her naked under his hands, he wanted to savor every taste and every touch.
“Every time I look at you I see you naked. Doesn’t matter if you’re wearing a dress or a coat, I still see you naked. That night in the shower scarred me.”
“Scarred?” Her breaths were coming in tiny pants. “Scars are bad.”
“Scars are permanent. I can’t get that image out of my head. I may need surgery.”
/> They were whispering, their words as intimate as each touch and kiss they stole.
Cupping her face in his hands, he lowered his mouth to hers again, but this time his kiss was slow and gentle. He absorbed her, drank her in, demanded more, deepening the intimacy of the connection until all his senses were screaming. His hand was on her breast and he felt the tiny tremors that affected every inch of her delicious body.
She gave a sob and he silenced it with his mouth.
“Shh.” He spoke softly against her lips and eased her hair back with his hand, giving him access to her neck and throat. He kissed his way across her jaw and lower, feeling her heart in his palm.
Its frantic beat reminded him that he had to be careful.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me. Your responsibility is to give me an orgasm I’ll never forget. That’s it. It ends there.”
He tried to respond but her words had blown all the circuits in his brain.
He was so focused on her he’d forgotten that he was still fully clothed until he felt her hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, tugging in a feverish attempt to gain access. He brought his mouth back to hers, kissing her deeply as he covered her hands with his and helped her finish the job.
And then he was naked, too, just as he’d been in the shower that night, only this time there was no distance between them. She wound herself closer, pressing against the rigid thickness of his erection, her thigh sliding against his.
“You’re beautiful.” He nudged her back to the bed until she lost her balance and would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding her.
He lowered her onto the soft throw, covering her with his body, his muscles bunching as he shifted to protect her from taking his full weight.
She moaned and he transferred his mouth back to hers, silencing her with a kiss.
“You can’t make a sound. If my parents hear us, they’ll be booking the church.” He felt her nails dig into his shoulders.
“I—”
“Silent sex. Can you do that?” He wasn’t sure he could do that but she looked at him, eyes huge and a little unfocused. Then she nodded.
“Yes.” She murmured the word against his mouth. “Yes. Anything. Alec, I want— I need you to—”
“Not yet. If we’re doing this, then we’re doing it my way.” He slid his hand down her body, between her thighs and felt her lift and push against his fingers in desperate pleading. She was silken and soft and now he was the one struggling not to make a sound. Sliding his fingers deep, he felt her clamp down on him and muffled his own groan in her neck.
Then he slid lower, kissing his way down her body, hearing her breathing go shallow as he parted her and used his mouth in an intimate exploration that left her shivering. He stroked, licked, tortured and tormented, keeping her pinned there with his hands while he took what he wanted. She writhed against his firm grip but still she made no sound, not even when he brought her close to the edge. He knew she was close, could feel those telltale tremors with his mouth and fingers, and kept her there, poised for the fall, denying her the release she wanted.
She squirmed and twisted in the grip of delicious agony. “Alec—” She whispered his name softly in the semidarkness. “Alec—”