“Whatever you wish,” he whispered again. “Tonight, I’m all yours, Risa.”
Tonight, just for tonight. She could have this, no explanations, no knowledge of each other. This was what she needed. She didn’t have to face him in the morning; she could leave when it was over. She would never see him again. He would never know her shameful secrets.
Her fingers pulled at the buckle, loosened the leather, and left it free as they moved to the clasp and zipper.
This wasn’t so hard. She could do this.
His slacks came loose easily. Beneath were soft cotton briefs and straining thick, hard flesh. The backs of her fingers felt the heat of that flesh; her hand ached to touch it.
“Your turn.” His voice was a heavy growl.
She felt the hidden zipper at the back of her dress loosen and stilled. She watched him carefully as he eased the straps over her arms and pushed the material from her body.
It caught at her breasts, and she swore he swallowed tightly before pulling it over her straining nipples. The sensation of silk brushing against the tight nubs had her moaning. A sound she tried to cut off and couldn’t.
“Risa.” His hands smoothed down her arms as she felt a latent hunger burning inside him.
Her womb clenched, she felt her vagina tightening, the slick essence of need coating the bare lips as he stared down at her breasts.
“I want to touch you.” His groan was rougher now, filled with a primal power that sent a shiver down her back. “Sweet mercy. You make me shake with the need to touch you.”
She star
ed at him in wonder, wondering if he was lying, if they were just pretty words. Her mind and her heart doubted, but her body overruled it. The clash and clamor of demand shuddered through her as his hands cupped the swollen mounds.
Her knees weakened. How was she supposed to stand? The room felt as though it were spinning around her as weakness assailed her. She gripped his shoulders and watched, eyes wide as he palmed the flesh. His thumbs raked over her distended nipples and a surge of heat caught her unaware, causing her to stumble.
“You’re making me weak!” she cried out as he caught her against him.
His lips stole anything else she would say. Slanting across hers he kissed her with a power and a demand she was helpless to fight against. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he lifted her. A moan slipped past their kiss as she felt him lowering her to the bed, easing over her, his heavy, heated body encasing her in warmth.
“Risa, you make a man lose control,” he charged as he pulled back, his hand going to her breast once again, cupping it, shaping it with his palm. “I want to taste you here. I want to draw every ounce of sweet hunger from your body.”
She couldn’t protest. She wanted to protest. Violent pulses of sensation were charging through her body, drawing her tight, trembling through her as his head lowered.
She didn’t know what she expected. She’d read about this. She’d seen it in movies; she hadn’t expected this. Both hands encased her breast, plumped her nipple high; then his mouth covered it, sucked it in, and caused her to cry out with the turbulent surge of pleasure that seemed to tear through her womb.
“Micah. I can’t stand…” She arched; her head shook. She wanted him to stop. She didn’t want him to stop. His lips were drawing on her, electricity was tearing through her, and between her thighs fingers of electrical explosions tore through her clit, her vagina.
She was torn, terrified of herself now more than she was of the man.
“Easy, love.” He was breathing hard, his features flushed as his head lifted. His hand smoothed down her side as the other plumped her other breast now, preparing it for his mouth.
His hand stroked over her hip, his head lowered. His fingers moved to her thigh, his mouth sucked in her other nipple, and his fingers crazed the super-slick swollen folds of her sex.
“Oh God, no.”
What was happening to her? Something, something dark, primal, something unbidden, rose inside her, thrust her hips against his hand as her thighs closed on it.
“No.” Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands splaying against the back of his head as he tried to move. “Micah. Help me.”
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t make sense of what she was feeling, where she was flying, and the frightening roller coaster of sensations was tearing her apart.
“Easy, love. I have you.” He spread small kisses over her breasts as her hips writhed, the hand trapped between her thighs doing her bidding now, almost. Oh God, almost.
Then two fingers curled, parted her flesh, and notched against the entrance to her pussy.
Risa closed her eyes and fought the tears, fought the fear. She stilled beneath him, panting, waiting for the pain.