This is taken from Surrender to Desire, the second novella in the trilogy.
“I’ve been thinking of these lips all night.” He ran his finger over her bottom lip in a gentle caress.
His admission caught Callie off guard. She felt his other hand burrow beneath the hair at the nape of her neck. Slowly his fingers curled until he had a handful of hair. She whimpered as he slowly lowered his face.
“And what they’d taste like early in the morning, against mine.”
Using her hair to his advantage he pulled Callie up toward him until their faces were mere inches apart. Her hands flattened against his chest for support. Their breaths mingled into one and then Blade was taking hers away, along with her willpower, in a kiss that sent spirals of ecstasy through her veins.
Callie moaned with a growing hunger, accepting his sensual attack on her lips. His firm mouth moved persuasively over hers, but tenderly, as though savoring their first kiss, before tracing the part in her lips that would gain him access to the inside of her mouth. When their tongues meshed his groan vibrated throughout the kitchen, and then he was crushing her against his hard body.
He seemed to lose control. Callie sensed what she was experiencing was the real man beneath Blade’s quiet exterior. She had the feeling he was more of a take action kind of man, and that was all right with her, because right now his action was causing an inferno inside of her. A kaleidoscope of primal emotions that threatened to consume her was exploding throughout her entire body. She’d never been so overwhelmed with desire.
She became aware of everything about him all at once. His hand was rough in her hair, as if he thought she would try to escape. His mouth and tongue was devouring hers, leaving no corner or secret unexplored. A muscular arm slide around Callie’s waist, and his hand began fondling her ass while forcing her pussy against his throbbing cock. She met every caress with a counter attack of her own, letting Blade see that she wanted him just as much.
Callie’s hands moved over his body, frustrated that his clothes were in the way, until finally she pulled his shirt free of his jeans so she could explore underneath. His groan told her he liked it when her hands were against his bare skin, her palms moving over his tight abs and up to his chest. She pinched his nipple, receiving a sweet reward when Blade’s hand released her hair and moved to caress her breast.
A moan of pleasure escaped Callie, and she found herself pushed up against the refrigerator. The coolness of the stainless steel against her backside prevented her from boiling over. Blade tore his mouth from hers and easily split the fragile shirt open down the front, and then from Callie’s body. She let out a small sound, surprised at his state of arousal. Not once in their relationship had Donald wanted her so badly that he tore her clothes off. She found the action exciting, and erotic.
He kissed his way down to her nipples, where he rolled them with his tongue. Oh God! I’ve never felt anything as good as this! Callie hoped he’d never stop. She arched her back, offering Blade her swelling flesh, silently encouraging him to do whatever he wanted to her. It didn’t seem to matter that they were in the kitchen. She prayed that the kitchen door leading to outside was locked.
Callie took hold of Blade’s shirt and pulled it open, hearing several buttons hit the floor. She then put her open mouth on him, moving over his heated flesh until she latched on to a taut nipple. All the while her hands discovered how hard and sculptured his torso was.
His body shuddered violently and Callie smiled around the nipple she was biting. Blade’s hips jerked as if out of control, pushing his hard-on against her throbbing pussy. She almost swooned when the thick seam on his jeans brushed against her pulsing clit. Now it was her turn to shiver violently. She didn’t realize she was so close to climaxing.
“Blade…” Her voice was throaty with emotion, and a little fear.
Did he even hear her? The kitchen was so filled with their heavy breathing and moans of pleasure that it was hard to tell. Callie felt desperation course through her body. She couldn’t help it. The rare times she’d climaxed had been in the dark with her own fingers, and recalling the wild movements of her body and her uncontrolled moans, she wasn’t sure she wanted Blade to witness her lack of control.
If he detected the unease in her tone he ignored it. Before Callie could say anything else she was being kissed again. She eagerly opened her mouth to his tongue. At the same time Blade slipped a finger deep inside her. She bucked her hips into the pleasant, unexpected feeling, sighing beneath his masterful mouth. He moved in and out slowly, spending extra time stimulating her clit. Every time his finger brushed over the swollen, sensitive nub, Callie trembled uncontrollably.
Instinctively, her body arched toward him, and her hips began moving of their own accord, as she strained closer to orgasm. When Blade’s finger picked up speed, so did she. Her sighs escalated and his mouth left hers to kiss and lick a taut nipple just as she exploded in sheer bliss. There was nothing for Callie to do but let go and ride out the pleasurable storm racing through her body, and she cried out, convulsing against him.
Panting uncontrollably, she clutched Blade’s shirt in order to keep from crumbling to the floor. She was astonished at the sense of fulfillment she felt. Her own driving need shocked Callie the most. She supposed it was due to a long history of blasé sex. Now she knew what she’d been missing.
A last shiver reminded Callie where she was and what she’d just let happen. “Damn,” she said against his chest.
Blade slipped his finger from her pussy. “Now we’re even.” There was a smile in his husky tone.
What does he mean by that? With a frown she pushed herself back far enough to meet his slightly amused eyes. There was no denying the flame of arousal in those dark orbs. Yet he didn’t seem in any hurry to do anything about it.
“I don’t understand.” Something clicked in her mind, but before she was able to say anything Blade spoke up.
“You’re sweet ass riding up and down my cock yesterday made me come. I’ve never done anything like that in all my thirty-nine years.”
Callie tried to swallow. “Come?”
His laughter was a full hearted sound that filled the kitchen. “Hell, no. I’ve done that plenty of times.”
She didn’t doubt it. Blade was too good looking not to have any woman he wanted. Callie bet he was a roaming stud in high school. She brushed aside the unpleasant thought and focused on the here and now.
“I’ve never met a woman who got me so damned horny so damned fast. When I glanced up from Calypso yesterday and saw that little triangle of red between your pretty legs, my libido didn’t know what hit it.”
Callie was speechless. She’d done that to him?
“Then you dropped down into my lap and I knew I was in trouble.”
Someone knocked on the kitchen door, and then Callie heard whoever it was turn the doorknob to come in. Her eyes widened with disbelief and fear that she was going to get caught in her birthday suit. She wasn’t expecting to see the humor grow in Blade’s eyes.
“Relax, the door is locked.” He picked up her ruined nightshirt. “Forget about breakfast. I’ll come back for lunch.” His appreciative gaze traveled from her bare feet all the way up to her eyes.
Suddenly embarrassed by her nudity, Callie took the garment from him. Thinking she’d been dismissed, she took a step to leave when Blade’s arm slid around her waist to stop her. She caught her breath.
“This isn’t done between us.”
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