Chapter 91 91
“I can’t believe two naked people are standing here having this inane discussion. Only you, Sherry. Suffice it to say that you turn me on. End of story.”
“You’re getting angry.”
“No. I’m getting frustrated. There’s a difference. I’ll ask you one last time. Do you want me?”
The length of the pause in the conversation was long enough to accommodate an entire symphony…or so it seemed. But at last, she moved, she nodded. A smile would have made him feel better, but at this moment, he wasn’t inclined to be picky. “Is that a yes?”
She held out her hand. “It is. I’ll never accuse you of anything, Justin. You’re an honorable guy. I know that.”
Her praise irritated him. “I’m no better or worse than any other man. But I will do my best not to hurt you again. Once in a lifetime was enough.”
She managed a small, hesitant smile. “That seems fair.”
Feeling his heart thudding against his ribs, he took the hand she offered and drew her into his embrace. “Your skin is like ice,” he exclaimed, rubbing his hands up and down her arms. “Come toward the fire for a minute.” He faced her toward the flames and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her beneath her breasts. His erection nestled in the cleft of her bottom. Fine tremors in his limbs reminded him that a baser part of him wanted more than this. But he ignored the insistent pulse of arousal and buried his face in her hair. She rested her head against his shoulder, her fingers linking with his.
“You play dirty,” she said, drowsiness in her posture and her voice.
“How so?”
“Romance. It’s filled the room. I’m tripping over it.” She chuckled. “Maybe it’s not so bad after all.”
“I’m glad you approve. Are you warmer?” he asked hopefully, about to lose the battle with the constraints he’d placed on his desperate need.
She turned suddenly, taken by surprise. “According to you, I’m hot.” Her hands settled on his shoulders and she reached up on tiptoe and gave him a sweet kiss that had a kick to it. “Let’s see how kinky you can be.”
He’d been hard for so long it was a miracle his brain functioned at all. “We’ll start small,” he promised, leading her back to the sofa.
With a smile that would have brought any man to his knees, she brushed his shaft. “Wrong choice of words, Mr. Covington. Not small at all.”
Her laughter warmed him from the inside out. If nothing else, he would be grateful that this weekend had eased the pain from the past. He didn’t want to be at odds with Sherry Bennet. He wanted to be her friend, her very intimate friend. But he also knew that that was going to change when his plans for BenTel worked. But for now…
Without asking for permission, he bent her over the fluffy quilt. The height of the sofa arm was perfect. And as he had suspected, her pert bottom was a sight to see, presented in this position.
“What do you want me to do with my hands?” Her voice was muffled by her hair.
He scooped the thick tresses over her right shoulder so he could see her face. “I’ll take care of that.” He pulled her arms behind her back and held her wrists. With his other hand, he widened the stance of her legs and reached between her thighs to stroke gently.
Sherry gave a soft exclamation that could have meant any number of things. Her eyes were closed, her face turned toward the fire. He separated the plump folds of her sex and felt the slick moisture that readied her body for his. It shocked him to realize that his hands were shaking. Badly. Was it arousal or the fear of messing this up? He wanted to show her how sexy she was, how desirable, how perfectly feminine in every way. If later, she chose to take the lead, he had no problem with that. In fact, the thought of Sherry Bennet dominating him had a certain skin-tightening charm.
But he sensed that at the moment she wanted to capitulate, to submit, to revel in the freedom of her sex. To experience the power of driving a man to the point of insanity. In truth, Justin was almost there.
He fit the head of his shaft to her passage and teased her with it. She squirmed. Her face was flushed. At least the part he could see. Wondering if she would consent to play with him, he decided to test the waters.
“I’m going to release your wrists,” he said gruffly. “I want you to stretch your arms over your head, link your hands, and rest them on the sofa. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” The low, slurred tenor of her reply tapped in him a primal response.
“Then do it.”
When he let go of her wrists, she obeyed his command. The vision of Sherry stretched out in front of him like an offering seared his brain…so vivid, he could see it even when he closed his eyes and sucked in a shaky breath. With both of his hands now free, he caressed her butt. Her ass was pale as the moon, curvaceous, perfectly proportioned to her healthy body.
A small mole, high on her right hip, fascinated him. When he bent and kissed the tiny beauty mark, Sherry sighed deeply. Once again, he positioned himself for entry. “You were beautiful as a young woman,” he whispered, fearful of bringing up the past, though beyond dissimulation. “But now you take my breath away. I want you. I’m going to have you. Again and again until you beg me to stop. You’ve bewitched me, seduced me, destroyed me.”
Slowly, he pushed into her, painfully stimulated by the angle of penetration and the caveman position. He wasn’t even sure if this was for him or for her. The fit was tight, her body squeezing his until his skin dampened and his eyes stung with the sheer pleasure of it.
“Talk to me,” he begged. “Tell me what you want.”
She glanced over her shoulder, a sultry, sirenlike gaze. “Whatever you have to give me, Justin. I want it all.”
He drove into her again and again. First slow, then fast, then slow again. His fingers splayed on her ass, plumping, caressing. “I wish you could see yourself right now. God, you’re amazing.”