Irresistible (5 page)

Chapter Four

Warm water rippled around them, splashing over the sides of the Jacuzzi. The scent of chlorine was strong, but she couldn’t think of anything but Sean. Kneeling on the seat, her legs spread wide, Sydney braced her palms on the edge of the spa. The fullness of his cock moving in and out of her body, the slap of his powerful thighs on the backs of hers, only served to drive her deeper into the dark world of surrender.

Heart pounding, she once more glanced over a shoulder at him. Their new position was incredibly hot, but the sight of him watching their bodies come together was even hotter. Head slightly bowed, the intensity on his face was unbelievably sensual.

Beads of moisture rolled down his broad chest and bulging arms. The ripped muscles of his stomach were every woman’s dream. He did things to her no man had ever achieved. He made her mind go blank, her body go wild, and worst of all he made her want a life with him.

She choked on an unexpected cry and dropped her head between her arms.

For a brief moment, she squeezed her eyes closed. If one night was all she’d ever have with Sean, she planned to make the best of it.

Screw the consequences.

With each thrust he guided her back against him, stroking her inner walls, driving her mad with need. Her heavy breasts bounced, their weight something she had never really paid much attention to during sex, but now made her more in tune with her body, more aroused. As her grip on the side of the spa slipped, her nipples scraped against the cool deck. A moan bubbled up in her throat at the incredible sensation.

“Tight.” Voice raspy and strained, he murmured, “Syd.”

Splaying his large palm across her belly, he dipped a finger low to cover her clit. The fire in his touch made her toss her black mane behind her. Pressure continued to build between her thighs, a pulse that throbbed, sent chills coursing throughout.

“Oh God.” Sydney groaned, loving the fullness inside her, loving the man who could make her feel this way. Perched on the edge of orgasm, she sucked in a breath and concentrated on stretching out the moment, but it was already too late. As she mentally grabbed for control, it slipped through her fingers like flowing water.

Sydney’s heart crashed against her chest. Her inner muscles spasmed. She cried out his name just before her world went topsy-turvy and a flash fire of heat rolled through her body in waves. As her climax bore down on her, his finger moved rapidly over her clit, while he pounded over and over against her ass, wringing out every blissful sensation. A tremor skated up her spine, her body jerking with each delicious contraction.

Sean tensed. His hand faltered.

One more powerful pump of his hips and he threw back his head. Releasing a guttural cry, he dug his fingers into her hips, melding them together, before he joined her in ecstasy.

Large male hands slid up her rib cage and cupped her breasts and he collapsed against her back. She squealed as she slipped and almost went beneath the water. Flailing hands and grasping the side of the Jacuzzi saved her from a dunking. Sydney eased up on the seat.

“Shit.” His movements were sluggish as he sat beside her.

She glanced up at him. “What’s wrong?”

His brows pulled inward, forehead furrowed. “Uh. Are you on birth control?”

“No. Why?”

“I’m afraid we have a problem. The condom broke.”

“Broke?” she choked on a half-cry of disbelief. Her heart sank. “I’m not on the Pill, or anything else for that matter.” She fought back a sob of regret.

Sydney wasn’t promiscuous and it was a good thing since her internal system wasn’t suited to use birth-control pills. Furthermore, she selected her partners carefully. In reality there hadn’t been that many sexual encounters. Hell. She could count them on one hand and still have fingers left over.

The light in Sean’s eyes dimmed. For a moment neither of them spoke. As time stretched into an uncomfortable length, Sydney needed him to say something. Anything. Even scream or yell, but he remained silent. Then he reached for her, gently easing her into his embrace.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” He pressed his lips to her forehead.

“But—”

“Syd, let it go for now.” He held her for a little longer.

“I need the keys to the car.”

“Why?”

“Maybe there’s a drugstore open. I could get a morning-after pill.”

“Are you crazy? There’s a blizzard out there. No way in hell are you getting into a car in this weather.”

Would tomorrow be soon enough? She’d never taken the pill, never had a reason to.

When Sydney thought she’d go mad with
what if
scenarios racing around her head, he released her. Stepping out of the Jacuzzi, he offered her a hand for assistance. Accepting his help, she climbed out.

“Wait here.” He walked toward a stack of towels and took two from the top, disposing of the condom before he returned.

She used the fluffy white towel to dry off, the chill in the room seeping into her bones. What if she got pregnant? She chanced a glance at Sean. He wasn’t smiling and who could blame him? Quietly, he gathered his clothes and began to dress, leaving his boots and socks off. She followed suit, her stomach churning in distress.

Again silence engulfed them as they tiptoed up the stairs, attempting to avoid disturbing anyone. When they came to her bedroom he paused, turning to face her. “Stay with me tonight?” He rubbed his palms up and down her arms.

“I think we’ve chanced Fate enough tonight.” Even as she spoke, she couldn’t erase the need to have his arms around her. Needed him whispering in her ear that everything would be all right.

“I understand.” He leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss, and then he opened the door and held it for her. “Good night, Syd.”

A shudder shook her to the core. “Good night, Sean.”

Sean couldn’t believe how the evening had ended. Especially since Sydney did something to him no woman had ever done. She made him forget himself. In those moments when he had held her, kissed her, nothing had existed but the two of them. Now this incident between them could have repercussions neither of them was ready for.

Brushing a hand through his hair, he stepped inside his room. The forlorn expression on Sydney’s face when he walked away from her was heartbreaking. Sean had wanted to hold her, lie beside her, but he’d done enough damage tonight. There was no way he could share a bed with her and not touch her.

Shedding his clothes, he lay down on the comforter and tucked his hands beneath his head to keep from getting the pillow wet with his damp hair. Although he told Syd
to
let it go
,
he doubted she would be able to, because he sure as hell couldn’t.

Restless, he lay awake, sleep far from his mind. The urge to go to Sydney, hold her, was strong, but so was his lust. His cock stirred, hardening with the memory of her sultry expression watching him as he took her from behind. He sucked in a terse breath, bending his parted knees so his feet pressed against the mattress. The image of his dick dominating her body, pumping in and out, sent a tremor up his spine. He circled his fingers around his erection and squeezed.

A surge of blood to his groin forced his eyes closed. For a moment he simply allowed himself to feel the rush, before a taut breath burst from his lungs.

Dammit. Sean had to get her out of his mind, but instead he found himself gliding his palm over his hot flesh, thinking about her soft cries, pants, and the way she shattered in his arms. His hips shot up, driving hard against his palm.

It could be
her
fingers wrapped around him. Goose bumps rose across his arms.

Her
teasing and pleasuring him. A tingle of electricity sparked at the base of his erection. His thrusts began in earnest.

Her
lying beside him… No. Lying between his thighs. His pace hastened, grip firming.

Her
warm breath brushing over him with the promise of that sweet mouth taking him within her moist heat.

Fire lanced up his shaft.

“Fuck!”

He jerked his hips off the bed. His eyes gaped wide as his body tightened into one big knot before it exploded. Unconsciously, his fingers squeezed around him. The firmness made the sting almost unbearable. A milky stream of come arced. Warm and wet, his seed landed on his stomach. Small jets continued, until he collapsed on the bed, blowing out a noisy sigh.

Not quite content, his heart still racing, he glanced down at his belly and the mess he’d made. A burst of nervous laughter escaped his lips. He had fallen for the one woman he should never have touched.

After cleaning himself up, he slipped into a pair of jogging pants and a T-shirt. Without donning his shoes, he opened his door and headed for the stairs. No sleep would find him tonight.

The house was silent. The flames in the fireplace had burned down to embers. He placed another log in the hearth and sparks flittered and snapped. Grabbing the half-empty bottle of wine on the coffee table, he placed the cork between his teeth and yanked, spitting the plug to the coffee table. Sean didn’t even bother with a glass, tipping the red liquid to his lips. Hints of berry, plum and currant caressed his nose before the wine touched his mouth. He drank heartily and sank into a heap on the couch. Easing back, he propped his bare feet on the table.

What a horrible ending to a beautiful day.

Footsteps drew his attention toward the stairs and the shadowy figure descending them. Instinctively, he knew it was Sydney.

Moonlight sliced through the window above the front door and fell across her face, a pensive expression forming as she paused. “Sean?”

“Come join me.” Sean couldn’t help himself. He wanted—no, needed—for the night not to end, especially as dastardly as it had.

She stopped midstep. Her shoulders drooped. “I-I don’t think—”

“Please. We need to talk.”

She slowly walked down the stairs and toward him. Low-riding pajama bottoms and the midriff top she wore displayed the soft skin of her flat belly. All the good intentions Sean had seemed to fly out the window. He fisted his hands to keep from reaching for her.

Walking to the farthest end of the couch from him, she sat rigidly, and then she turned to look at him. “What?”

“I’m sorry. I should never have touched you.”

Sydney flinched. A flicker of hurt sparked in her eyes as she shot to her feet.

“What I meant to say—” He snapped his jaws together and stood too.

Man, he just kept digging himself deeper and deeper. But he knew he couldn’t let her leave. The woman had wrapped him around her little finger, in a manner of speaking, and there was no trying to argue the fact.

He wanted her.

His body craved hers.

As she whipped around, he grasped her hand.

“Let me go.” Her steely gaze narrowed. A growl rumbled in her throat as she jerked for release, but he held steady. “Dammit, Sean! I mean it.”

The heat of her anger made his body respond with throbbing desire.

“Syd, listen to me. I’ve handled this all wrong. What I meant to say is that I’ve inadvertently placed us both in an uncomfortable situation. Instead of us getting to know each other, building a relationship, we might be setting up house together.”

A cynical huff escaped her pinched lips. “Not if I have a sa—”

Sean silenced her with a kiss. For a moment she acted stunned but then began to struggle. Capturing her other wrist, he secured both of them behind her. She whimpered softly. The fight in her seemed to dissipate and she leaned in to him. He groaned, his breath mingling with hers. Their tongues met and danced, tangling and moving together until both of them were panting.

Lips a breath away, their eyes were trapped in a gaze that stilled time.

“Tell me everything is going to be all right,” she whispered. Unease tugged her brows together.

She looked so young. So vulnerable. Her insecurity felt like claws burying into his heart.

“I’ll make everything all right.” The promise came out automatically. Now if he could only live up to it. He had never shunned responsibility and he didn’t have plans to start now.

He felt her tense against him. “How?” Her tongue swept quickly between her lips. “If this damn snow doesn’t stop and it’s too late to remedy this problem, I won’t abort a baby.”

His breath hitched. “My God, Syd. Do you think I’d ask that of you? We’re talking about my child too.” When he released his hold on her, he smoothed his palms soothingly up and down her back.

She stared up at him pleadingly. “What are we going to do?”

His fingertips swept back a dark lock of hair that fell over one of her emerald eyes, eyes that pulled him deeper beneath her spell.

“In a perfect world we would date, have time for our relationship to grow, and then we’d move to the next level. If you’re pregnant, we’ll start with marriage and go backward.”

Her burst of laughter held no amusement. “Are you crazy? Before tonight we couldn’t stand being in the same room together. Besides, I won’t marry you just because I might be pregnant. Women don’t do that anymore.”