His chest cramped as he thought about what he felt for her. What he felt for Kate was like a storm, and it was always there, consuming him from the inside, tormenting his every living moment.
Her voice sounded resentful. “Why? So I can keep on playing my Oscar-worthy role of the good little—”
He lost it. It was the anger and need in her voice, the closeness of her body. It was Kate. Driving him past the point of obsession, past the point of reason. He curled his hands around the back of her head and growled, “Damn you, the only one playing the role of a freaking wallflower, pretending not to want you like this, is me,” and his mouth pressed, scorching and hungry, against hers.
He hadn’t meant to kiss her. He hadn’t planned to crush her body against his and part her lips with his own. He hadn’t planned to hungrily push his tongue into her soft mouth, but he did all that, because he needed to. And when she responded by twining her arms around his neck and releasing a soft moan that nearly drove him to his knees, he did more.
He wanted her, wanted her more than air, more than food, water, anything.
Blood boiling in his veins, he grabbed her curvy buttocks and molded her body tighter against his as he twirled his tongue around hers, wildly tasting every inch of her warm, giving mouth. The kiss was fire, lightning, electrifying to him, surpassing his every dream and fantasy about her. Surpassing any other kiss he’d ever had.
He was thirty already, and he had never felt so out of control, gotten so carried away with a woman before. His arms, his legs, his every muscle shook uncontrollably with pure, raw lust, as if one mere taste of Kate alone was enough to make him addicted to her. And he was, he was addicted.
Her luscious flavor, the erotic little moans she poured into his mouth, stimulated his thirst to levels far beyond quenching. He wanted her so much he could eat her up alive and still not be satiated. He could lick every inch of her creamy skin and be still ravenous for more. Because she was everything he wanted and everything he couldn’t have. Dammit.
It took an inhuman effort for him to draw back, and he did it with a pained sound from deep within his throat.
“Kate, do you know what’s happening here?” He panted hard for his breath, and dropped his head, unable to resist her.
His hungry mouth opened wide around the fabric of her dress and he sucked hard, mindlessly, as his hand cupped her breast from beneath and squeezed the tip even farther out for him to suck.
“Garrett,” she gasped as he drew her nipple, fabric and all, deeper into his mouth.
He groaned in ecstasy, turning his head to nuzzle the tip of her second breast. “Kate, if you don’t want this—stop me...stop me now....”
She palmed his jaw and drew his mouth up to hers, searing him with her eager kiss, her lips trembling with desire.
He groaned and shut his eyes when she dragged her mouth up to kiss his nose, then his eyelids, and an out-of-control shudder wracked his large body.
He knew he was losing himself in the fragrant scent of her arousal, in the feel of her small body trembling against his, in the sound of tears in her voice. He should make her leave, so he could go back to hell. But some demon was shouting at him that he was losing her, that she would be out of his life in weeks, and suddenly he couldn’t take it.
“Three seconds,” he rasped as he opened his eyes, his hands unsteady as he cupped her breasts and used his thumbs to circle the budded peaks. “You have three seconds to tell me to stop.”
To emphasize his words, he gave her another branding kiss, praying that she would resist him.
And that somebody would just whack his head from behind, tie up his hands and gag his mouth, so that he didn’t use them all over her body like he was aching to.
Because he just couldn’t withhold his desire any longer. He didn’t care if he was going to hell. As far as he was concerned, he’d been living there for years, and every one of those years, he’d wanted her.
Yeah, he must be a devil to be here with this angel in bed, ready to have the best sex of his life with her. Ready to make the fantasies he’d had for hours and days and weeks and months and years come true for him. For both of them.
I’m going to hell and it will damn well be worth it.... “One,” he warned.
Kate only watched him, as though waiting for him to get to three to kiss him again. The thought made him grind out, “Two.”
She looked thoroughly kissed and ready to be taken. He’d never in his life wanted anything so much.
“Three.”
When she sighed in outward relief and never made so much as a move to stop him, he went crazy. He pulled her dress over her head and tossed it to the floor, then trailed his lips down her flushed face as his hands coasted down the sides of his newly revealed treasure. She was smooth, slim and curvy, and she made him want to kneel at her feet and revere her. Adore her. Make love to her until they died from it.
With a little sound of frustration, Kate reached to the waistband of his underwear and tugged down his boxer briefs.
He helped her, and once he was naked, rolled around immediately, almost crushing her with his weight as he flattened her back on the bed and held her by the hair. His tongue plunged into her mouth, flooding him with her essence, feeding his reckless thirst.
Her bare skin slid against his as she suckled his tongue, and the unexpected act triggered ripples of pleasure through his system. She rubbed her breasts against his chest while he slanted his head for deeper access to her. Crazy good. She tasted crazy, crazy good.
Warnings shot across his mind as he pulled open her bra. This was the time to stop, but he was past stopping.
He did not care about anything else except branding her, taking her to a place where there would be no talk of Florida, no talk of leaving; there would be nothing but the two of them. Together.
He shoved the fabric aside and exposed her nipples. Perfect and pink.
He cupped one in his big hand and licked his way down her throat, down to the pebbled nipple. He groaned at her taste, then slid his fingers between her parted thighs and easily yanked down her panties. Squirming restlessly, she pulled him up by the hair, to her lips, and kissed him while she breathlessly murmured, “Hurry.”
He cradled her head and angled her back for his devouring kiss. Murmuring her name softly, he blanketed her body with his, his erection nestling between her legs.
He ducked his head to nibble hungrily on her lips and reached between her legs again, stroking his fingers along her slick folds. She was so hot and wet. He groaned, then stuck his finger into her channel only to bring it up and stick that finger into his mouth, tasting her before he stroked and penetrated her again. “How long has it been for you?” he asked, her tightness closing around him.
“A long time,” she gasped.
“How long?” he pressed.
“Years.”
He closed his eyes as his chest swelled with emotion. Mine, mine, mine, he thought, noting how tight she was, how hot she was, as she rocked her hips to his caress.
The fact that she had also not been with anyone for a long time made him wild. He already felt dangerously close to orgasm as he added his thumb to caress her tender spot. He watched her toss and turn in pleasure, his erection throbbing painfully between his legs.
She’s going to be just yours from now on....
He couldn’t think beyond sinking himself inside her, taking something no one would ever take from her. Her sex was slick against his fingers as she curled her legs around him and locked her ankles at the small of his back, urging him on with a sensual rock and a breathless, “Please. Garrett, please, I hurt.”
She