Into the Fire - Leslie Kelly [58]
Nate felt the world tilt and nearly fell to the floor. "You're glorious," he somehow managed to mutter. He struggled to pull the thick, hot air of the room into his mouth. "You leave me breathless."
A sultry smile, full of womanly power and mystery, crossed her lips. Nate didn't think he'd ever seen Lacey looking quite that way—free and sensual, confident and seductive.
He'd never imagined the eroticism of seeing a woman's hands on her own body. This woman. This body. The moment became more powerful with the realization that this was Lacey, who'd tried so hard to hide this provocative part of herself. This was his Lacey, the real, uninhibited woman, slipping her fingers across the wet folds of her flesh, dropping her head back and moaning across parted lips as she gave herself pleasure.
If he'd been a man with less control over his responses, he would have exploded right then and there. He wanted her desperately. In every way possible. Tonight. For a lifetime.
First, however, he wanted to watch her come to life, watch the walls she'd so carefully constructed around herself come tumbling down one by one as she gave in to her true nature.
As a flush rose in her cheeks and the robe fell further down her arms to bare one pale breast, he couldn't resist kneeling beside her. She immediately opened her eyes, smiling at him.
"Please don't stop on my account," he murmured. "Pretend I'm not even here." Leaning forward, he bent to nibble on the curve of her breast, cupping the fullness in his hand. She sighed, arching back, silently telling him what she wanted.
He took his time giving it to her. Nate stroked and caressed her fully before finally moving his lips over her nipple and sucking it into his mouth. Her tiny sounds inflamed him; the sweet rose and musky scent of her made him lose his mind.
As he suckled her, she hissed, bringing one hand up to tangle in his hair. When he turned his attention to her other breast, nudging the robe completely off, she arched higher, sliding up until she half-reclined on the couch. Then both her hands were tangling in his hair, holding him close to her chest.
He pulled one hand free, catching it in his own. Bringing her fingers to his lips, he sucked one into his mouth, tasting her, loving the taste of her.
"I want…"
"What, Lacey?" he murmured as he returned his attention to her neck, her earlobe and the smooth flesh of her shoulder.
"I want your hands on me now."
He shook his head. "Sorry. I want my mouth on you now," he replied as he lifted her until she reclined on the couch.
She cried out when he lowered his head and lapped at her damp curls. He didn't relent, caressing her, sliding his fingers into her body as well as using his lips and tongue to bring her to a writhing frenzy on the couch. Only when she screamed out in completion did he pick her up and carry her to his bedroom.
"Not here," she said as he lowered her to stand next to him. Her face was still rosy and flushed from her recent orgasm. Nate reached for a condom from the bedside table. Not sure what she wanted, but more than willing to follow her lead, he watched her walk toward the door, naked, clothed only in the moonlight shining through the windows of his room.
She paused in the doorway, giving him a come-hither stare over one bare shoulder. "I've been fantasizing about your weight bench since the minute I saw it."
He chuckled in anticipation, suddenly seeing the myriad possibilities. She already had something in mind, it appeared, because as soon as he entered his office, she pointed to the bench. "Lie down. Hold onto the bars as if your hands are tied to it. This time I'm in control."
He liked this new side of her. This possessive, demanding side, and the wickedness in her blue eyes. Doing as she asked, he lay back, his arms over his head, holding the empty cradles where the weight bar would normally rest. "Like this?"
She nodded, then, with slow, deliberate