A Woman Made for Sin (30 page)

Aimee quivered again, and God help him, it only made Reece want to touch her more.
He could not get enough. His fingers tightened about her slender form, momentarily
pausing before he let them slowly slide upward until at last they found her breasts.
His thumbs grazed across her nipples and she shuddered at the first rough touch.

A sweet, hot flame was scorching through her and Aimee realized she was holding her
breath. The moment his hands found her breasts, she thought she would go out of her
mind. The sensations Reece was creating were unlike anything she had ever experienced.
He gently caught one hard little berry between his fingers and squeezed carefully,
sending a shaft of longing racing through her. She wanted to touch him, to explore
his body as he was exploring hers, but her body could only feel, not respond to commands.

He was so hard, Reece feared he might burst, but he refused to hasten toward his goal.
Her throaty mews and lusty moans were the sweetest melodies, and he needed to hear
more. Using his thumbs, he coaxed her nipples until they were hard and straining.
His eyes were shadowed with dark excitement as he bent his head to kiss the side of
her throat before moving down to capture one taut and throbbing bud between his lips.
Firm and ripe, sexual tension seized him anew as the taste of it sent a shudder of
excitement through him.

Aimee’s breathing quickened the moment he took her breast into his mouth and ran his
tongue across the tip. At first he did no more than flick his tongue over the sensitive
flesh, but soon he began to suckle. The added stimulus was almost too much, and Aimee
writhed beneath him. His tongue was blissful torture. The suction caused her to lose
all restraint. She twisted and moaned. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and
the heat between her thighs grew even hotter.

Reece smiled and suckled again, finding immense pleasure in Aimee’s uninhibited response.
She was straining against his mouth and with each moan, her back arched and the innocent
pressure of her hips against his groin caused the muscles in his abdomen to tighten
further. Soon the sensation would be unendurable. Momentarily he raised his head,
and upon hearing her whimpering protest, a satisfied grin spread across his handsome
face. Then he switched to the other side, repeating his sensual assault while his
kneading fingers possessively cupped and stroked her newly deserted rosy peak.

When Reece pulled away, Aimee heard herself cry out and arch upward. She was stunned
by the degree of abandonment she felt, and yet she could not help but react so openly
to his onslaught. Nothing had ever felt so wonderful. Running her hands through his
thick, unruly hair, she pulled him closer. He answered her unspoken request and flicked
his tongue over her hardened peak again and again, while gently rasping his teeth
against it.

One hand continued its massage on her breast as he worshipped the other with his mouth,
sucking until the nipple was a hard nub. He longed to taste all of her, know all of
her, touch and caress her whole body, making it quiver in desire. Edging his knee
more deeply upward, he lodged it between her thighs and gloried in the sultry heat
that emanated from between her legs. For he was the cause.

The pressure of his knee sent shivers of ecstasy through her frame, which made her
tremble all the more. The passion that had lain buried inside her since December had
reawakened, and she wanted more. She began to kiss him wherever she could. Her hands
drifted over his back, his sides—touching him in all the places her fingertips could
reach. Desire continued to scorch through her, igniting needs for which she had no
name. “Reece,” she whispered against his neck, needing more but not knowing how to
say it.

“Yes . . .” he half asked, half teased. Her soft entreaty was making him burn. When
she leaned into him and tilted her head back for his kiss, he had no will to resist.
Reece took her mouth hungrily. His tongue thrust into her mouth and she responded
in kind. Undisciplined, untamed, and unrestrained.

Aimee pushed her head back against the pillow and opened her mouth to draw breath.
His lips returned to her breast, where they gently tugged and his tongue rasped across
the very sensitive tip, but she knew she was not alone in her growing desire. She
could feel Reece growing ever more ready and Aimee ground her hips against him to
encourage him into action. She remembered the sensations his fingers could create
and so did her lower body. Aimee moved again and this time, his mouth let go of her
as he moaned.

Leaving both breasts swollen and aching, Reece covered them with his chest again and
captured her mouth in a long, searing kiss that made her cry out for more. “Please
. . .” she begged.

Intensely aware of his own sensual hunger, Reece buried his face against her throat
with a soft groan of desire. He was not sure how much longer he could last, but he
vowed she would never regret choosing him. He drew his palm down between her breasts
and over the small curve of her stomach. Her hands began moving up and down his broad
back, encouraging him though he needed none.

He placed another soft, sensual kiss on the sweet, scented curve of her breast. Then
with a low, husky groan, he closed his hand possessively over her, lacing his fingers
through the soft thatch of hair between her legs. He paused and soon Aimee cried out
softly as a deep tremor shook her. She clung to him. “Reece, please,” she whispered.

“Please what?” he asked. “This?” Reece slid one finger across the small pleasure bud
hidden in the soft hair and Aimee sucked in her breath and nodded. Watching her, he
stroked her slowly, barely parting her with his fingers, teasing her opening. She
shuddered beneath the sensual onslaught, but she did not pull back from it. Instead,
she thrust herself against him, prodding him to tease her into something she could
not name. He kissed her passionately and at the same time slowly began to move his
finger deeper into her channel.

Aimee buried her face against his shoulder. He eased his finger back out of the snug
passage and used her own moisture to massage her small, swelling button of desire.
Reece had touched her before, but this time it was somehow different. This time it
was possessive. He was marking her as his. She wanted to do the same to him but she
was powerless to think, to do anything but drown in the sensations he was creating
within her. He repeated the action slowly and deliberately, easing his finger into
her and then teasing her flesh. Again and again he did it until she thought she would
die. She wanted more, needed more, and began to writhe against his hand, demanding
Reece give what her body so desperately needed.

She was melting for him, hungry for him and arching against his hand, begging for
more. Never had pleasuring a woman provided such enjoyment. But touching Aimee, feeling
her arch against his palm as he penetrated her, was unlike anything he had ever known.
This incredible lady wanted him. All her heat belonged to him and only him, and that
knowledge was close to pushing Reece over the brink of sanity. Soon he would lose
what little control he had left, and she needed to be prepared.

He introduced a second finger into her and slowly began to separate his fingers, stretching
her gently. Aimee bucked, and as she cried out, his mouth slanted over hers, swallowing
her shouts of excitement. His tongue mimicked his fingers penetrating, stroking, taking,
as they slid deeper, widening her slick, hot channel. He stroked and caressed, drawing
forth the wet heat until she was half mad with desire, calling out his name. He wanted
to hear more. God, he couldn’t get enough of her.

Aimee was sure she was on fire and that burning flames were scorching her skin. She
felt unbelievable and impatient, fulfilled yet wanting, elated but apprehensive. She
wanted more of him inside her and again pushed her hips into his hand, seeking release
from the tension suffusing her body. “Reece, I don’t . . . I can’t . . . oh God.”
Aimee was only half aware of what he was doing to her. The only thing she truly understood
was that she did not want him to stop. A twisting sensation began to build swiftly
inside her and in the next moment, she arched her back and cried out his name when
the splendor erupted inside her.

The sight of her writhing naked in his bed, crying out in ecstasy while demanding
more, was an overwhelming invitation Reece could not deny. With the evidence of her
readiness on his fingers, and her hips pressing so eagerly against his own, it was
all he could do to restrain himself from thrusting into her right then and riding
her climax. But this was her first, and he would be her only. When women chattered
about the laziness and selfishness of their lovers, Aimee would never know what they
meant.

His sense of urgency was growing beyond control. Desire roared in him, for her body
and all the things she could bring him. He leaned toward her and put his forehead
on hers, cradling her face in his strong hands. He breathed in her scent and gently
brushed his lips against hers. “Oh God, Aimee,” he rasped, disclosing an undercurrent
of doubt. “I should not . . . but I need you. God knows how much I need you,” he whispered,
afraid she might realize her mistake and resist.

He paused, his lips so close to hers she could feel his breath on her upper lip. His
gaze held hers. Aimee could not look away and did not dare breathe. She doubted she
would ever get accustomed to the intensity that Reece was able to channel through
his eyes. The look of primal hunger in them now made her heart race. His knee pushed
her legs apart and he positioned his hips above hers.

Reece saw the fear flash in her eyes and his heart seized. He pushed her hair off
of her shoulders. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.” He placed soft, passionate kisses
on her throat. “I swear it. I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you.” Then he leaned
down and kissed her again—hot and searing, melting any resistance.

His need had become painful, and he could no longer deny his own release. As slowly
as he could manage, he settled himself between her silky thighs, lifted her hips,
and began to penetrate. Upon entry, she began to twist, forcing herself forward against
him. He had fully intended to enter her slowly, but when she arched her hips, he felt
her warmth and could not stop. He drove deep, praying she wanted him as much as he
wanted her.

A sharp stinging pain seized Aimee. She closed her eyes and gasped in astonishment.
Reece distracted her with a kiss while he held himself completely still, filling her,
claiming her, as her body adjusted. He was big. Opening her and stretching her, he
was making a place for himself in the very heart of her. The hurt began to dissipate,
and in its wake was something new. Surprisingly, her body welcomed him, both his size
and length, and suddenly Aimee knew she was now in a position to offer him the pleasure
he had given her.

The sudden sensation surrounding his manhood almost undid Reece. Entering her was
like entering the gates of heaven. Warm and tight, he felt himself coming apart and
had to remind himself to take it slowly. Carefully he eased out of her with torturous
care and then filled her again with even more tormenting gentleness. Each time brought
more pleasure, more pressure, until she lifted herself against him, silently demanding
that he quicken the pace.

Reece balanced himself on his elbows and tried to control the depth of his steady
thrusts. His jaw locked with the effort and his shoulders strained. The encouragement
Aimee was offering was the undoing of all his good intentions. With the increasing
urgency of her body’s unconscious demands, she pushed against him once more and dug
into his shoulders with her fingernails. “Reece,” she begged.

“I’m trying to be gentle, Aimee,” he rasped, barely able to talk.

She pulled back to look at him, their gazes locked. “Please don’t,” she moaned. “Be
gentle later. I need you . . .”

Hearing her plea, Reece could wait no longer. He pulled back and thrust into her again,
rejoicing in her cries of pleasure as her body contracted around him. He pressed his
face into the curve of her neck and thrust again, this time harder and faster. Her
legs wrapped around him, spreading herself wide, instinctively locking her ankles
behind him to keep him there. Aimee clutched him and rode each thrust, hardly aware
of the passionate moans she was making.

Reece’s blood roared, wild and hot, through his veins. He was balanced on the dangerous
edge between joy and agony. He could not recall feeling so intensely alive in his
entire life. Rocking her against him, he kissed her mouth, her neck, her ear, listening
to her heart pound and her fast, short breaths. Her hands had turned wild, stroking
him everywhere they could reach. Again and again he buried himself deep within her.
Hard and fast. Slow and tender, wishing he could make being with her last forever.

Aimee’s body quaked, and burned, and throbbed. She inhaled with every gasping breath.
The world was spinning away and taking her with it. She parted her lips to cry out
her pleasure and Reece clamped his mouth tightly down over hers, joining her soft
sounds of passion with those of his own. His tongue plunged into her mouth. Hungry
and urgent, he demanded everything and she gladly surrendered to his claiming. With
a tiny, muffled shriek of surprise, Aimee surrendered to the glittering storm that
swept over her. Her whole body sang the song of release accompanied by Reece’s gruff
sound of masculine satisfaction.

She had climaxed with a shock of incredible pleasure that shook her whole body, and
Reece felt it all. His fingers closed around her buttocks with urgency, for every
muscle in his body had tightened almost to the point of pain. Although he tried desperately
to still the surging of his hips, his self-control had completely escaped him. The
sounds he emitted would have shamed him at any other time, but every sense, every
thought was caught in a whirlwind of pleasure. And then a heavy shudder racked him
as he felt his release welling up from the base of his spine, from his toes. It rushed
over him like an immense wave, until in a surge of euphoric satisfaction, a triumphant
exclamation escaped his lips.