Little Belle Gone (20 page)

Matt was standing at the kitchen counter plating the food for them. He glanced up at her absently and she watched, thrilled to the core, as his jaw dropped open and every muscle he had went rigid instantly. She blushed and shifted her bare feet nervously, rubbing her knees together, just to watch his eyes travel down her body to the motion. She had never felt so utterly wicked, so utterly desired. He was still gaping at her when she moved past him, making sure to swish her hips dangerously close to his thigh. Humming slightly, she opened his fridge and bent at the waist, positive she could feel his eyes still roving over her. On the off chance she was right, she rocked her hips slightly. The sound of his throaty, lustful groan bathed her in heat. Grabbing a couple of his beers, she stood up and moved to his table, adding them to the two place settings he had already set out.

“Uh, I should wash up before dinner. I’ll be right back.” He nearly ran from the room. For a moment she feared she had gone too far. That the shock of seeing her so casually dressed had steeled his resolve, rather than crumbling it. Taking his place at the counter, she finished plating the food and setting the table. She took her place and waited for him to return. When he did he was absolutely flushed, and grinning rather shyly. “I have to admit, you made my bathroom smell absolutely intoxicating.” Before he sat down he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, but she turned her head at the last second and was rewarded with a deeper kiss and a slight moan of pleasure. She would win this fight after all.

Their meal was actually quite pleasant, though the conversation felt a little strained. She knew what he wanted, she could feel it pulsating around him like radiation. It almost angered her how fiercely he was restraining himself. When their lovely, though quiet, dinner was finished, he cleared the table and moved to the sink to wash the dishes. Without looking directly at her, he said, “Do you want to pick the movie?” His voice was so stressed, but he was maintaining his distance.
Drat
. She was going to need to be a little more aggressive, which was a marvel, even to her. Rising from her chair, she stretched her arms over her head, raising the edge of the robe dangerously high, loving the way his body tensed to the point that it shook. Sliding up beside him, she reclined backward onto her elbows, arching her back and bringing her sumptuous body temptingly close to him. Then, tormenting his senses further, she proceeded to engage in a one-sided debate about the genre of the movie they should watch, heaving sighs loudly and laughing seductively. He nearly vibrated with the effort he was exerting to restrain himself. When he turned to put the now clean dishes away, she hoisted herself nimbly up onto the counter. He hesitated across the narrow kitchen, having heard the motion and knowing the sight that awaited him, before turning back to face her.

“Elizabeth, what are you doing?” When he turned on her, she could see his jaw clinched in frustration. When he took a small, timid, step toward her, she snared him in her legs and hauled him into to her, wrapping herself gracefully, and snugly, around him so that he couldn’t slip free. She pulled him so close that she could feel the heat emanating from him, as if he was a furnace set on high, and it thrilled her to the bone.

He couldn’t get away from her, not that he really wanted to. She was holding him so intimately now that the erection he had been hiding since she came out of the bedroom, wearing that amazingly small robe, was so intense it physically hurt him.
She’s trying to kill me, that’s what she’s doing
, he mused, and she was very near success. It had tested his resolve to see her clothes scattered on his floor, he had nearly fainted at seeing the display of her frillies out in the open in his bedroom, and the overwhelming smell of her in his bathroom had left him reeling, but this was very likely beyond him. To keep from hauling her away to his bedroom, draped over his shoulder like a caveman, he pushed his fists into the hard counter top as he squeezed his eyes shut. “This is cruel, Elizabeth. You know how I feel, what I want for us. I don’t want to take advantage of you, not now, not ever.”

His voice was choking him. When he felt her nuzzle her nose and chin against his neck, he shook with the pleasure of it, but he didn’t return it. He didn’t dare. The second he gave in he feared it would all be over. Her mouth brushed lightly over the taunt tendons of his neck, as she purred at him, “I know what you want, Matt, and I adore the fact that you want it. But I also know what you
need
. I can feel that, too.” At the words, she rocked her hips against his rock hard manhood and he couldn’t help the moan it elicited from him. “I know what you need because I need,” as she rasped heavily around his neck, her tongue touched him lightly, running along the line of his jaw to the underside of his chin, and he gasped.

Unable to stop himself, he dove for her mouth. He plundered her full, sweet, lips, her soft, delicious, tongue. His hands wrapped around her, sliding over the thin silk material covering her back and weaving into her hair. She was so sweet, so soft, so close. His head swam in a dizzy flush of white hot want as he explored her freely.

It took everything he had to break their kiss but he managed to gather his senses. His head fell to her shoulder as his arms slid away from her, slapping limply to the counter. “Still resisting me, huh?” Her husky voice rasped against his flesh as her breath caressed him warmly. “All right, I’ll try a little logic.” A slight huff left him, as he shook his head weakly into her shoulder. “According to most movies, widely accepted social convention dictates that the first sexual exchange,” he whimpered at the sound of her raspy silk voice saying the words so casually, “happens at the end of the third date, correct?” She waited patiently for him to respond. All he could manage was a nod as his hands betrayed him, finding their way to her hips and massaging her firmly. It was her turn to moan and the small noise echoed through him. “The way I see it, we’re on our third date now.” At this, his head snapped up.

His eyes, steamy and filled with barely restrained passion, pierced hers, as he asked, “What?” His voice was thick with want. Smiling, oh so cruelly, her little fingers began slowly slipping his shirt buttons free.

“Well, our first date was the night we spared, do you remember it?” Another button popped lose and all he could do was grunt. “We had dinner together, Chinese take-out, off the clock, and then we engaged in a mutually enjoyable physical activity. It was even complete with the mandatory awkward first kiss.” He shivered remembering the moment in the elevator when he had pressed his lips to her forehead. Another button loosed itself as her hand moved down to the next one. The increasingly revealed flesh of his chest was now home to her face, nuzzling against him, while his fingers sank into her hips.

“And the second?” His voice had become breathy and hopeful as his resolve slowly disintegrated under her touch.

“That date saw us having a picnic in your car. Then you took me on a surprise day trip to a romantic little coastal town. It came complete with a stroll down a shop lined street and a ‘meet the family’ moment. Not to mention the, almost standard, more aggressive physical exchange.” She had finished his shirt and was tugging it free of his pants. Her hands were hot and frenzied as she slid the fabric from his shoulders. He didn’t fight it, letting the shirt fall from him. He was eating this up. She had thought it out and the realization that she was successfully seducing him was thoroughly enticing. Letting go of his hesitation completely, he was now nuzzling back, pressing his face against her neck and hair, running his lips over her satin ivory flesh and reveling in the shiver that followed him. He groaned and grumbled in his chest with every brush of her fingers.

When her greedily little hands began tugging vigorously on his belt, he whispered, “Slower, Liz, slower...” He want to saver every moment of this. He had been dreaming about it for days and now that it was happening, it was a million times more incredible. His hands traced the waist band of her robe and when he clasped the ends of the cord and began to tug it lose it was her turn to whimper. Enthralled by her reaction, he nibbled on the flesh of her shoulder as he pulled the belt free. The front of her robe gaped slightly as the cord drifted to the ground to pool atop his discarded shirt. As he squared his shoulders to watch his hands lay the silk drape open, he whispered seductively, “What about the movie?” into the hollow where her slender shoulder met her fragrant, delicious neck. As the robe slid free of her body, he moaned, almost painfully. She was beyond anything he could have imagined. Her ivory flesh was soft and warm and as his eyes moved over her, a ripple of passion followed, leaving her in a full body blush. “Jesus Christ...” He swallowed down the lump in his throat as he devoured the sight of her. Her plump breasts heaved with her fevered breathing. Below their rise and fall was her narrow, in-swept waist that gave way to the delightful bubble of her rear end and a small triangle of delicate, auburn curls. He pulled the robe free of her shoulders as she freed his trousers. Both garments rustled and hissed as they were let fall to the floor. She flung her arms around his neck, hauling her flesh against his, writhing and brushing her body over his for the sheer pleasure of hearing the growl it produced.

Sliding her fingers into his hair and pulling him to her mouth, she murmured, “Fuck the movie,” before she took what she wanted.

She was delicious, luscious and completely his. Digging his fingers into her scrumptious hips, he lifted her against him. Her legs tightened around his waist as their kiss became furious. His bed, he desperately needed his bed. Moving clumsily, unwilling to release her mouth for something as ridiculous as being able to see, he found his way to the door and it was she that flicked the apartment light off. Sliding into his dimly lit room, he tossed her playfully backwards onto his massive bed. She giggled huskily as she watched him shed the remaining barrier of his briefs. Leaping onto the bed with excitement and anticipation, he rolled on top of her. Pressing the hard length of his body against the soft seductive length of hers, he found her mouth again as his hands roved over her, eagerly learning every satin inch. When he cupped her supple breasts firmly he felt the violence of her shudder. He was sure that she had never been touched the way he was touching her now, and the thought sent a wonderfully possessive thrill straight through him. Smiling against her mouth wickedly, he began to move down her body, running his lips along her jaw and down her neck. He lingered there to run his tongue across her collarbone, causing her to arch teasingly against him. It made his manhood twitch against her thigh.

As he traced his lips across her shoulders, he felt the slim strength of her fingers wrap around his length...
oh god, she’s touching my cock
. Very though nearly made him climax. He couldn’t fail her now, not after everything that had passed between them. “Nuh, uh, uh.” He tisked her teasingly as he gently tugged her wrist, freeing himself, and lifted her arms over her head. Holding them there lightly, he took the peak of her breast in his lips. She nearly screamed at the pleasure of it. Devilishly, he squeezed the firm tip lightly with his teeth before sliding his tongue across it, around it. Then he tugged, sucking the peak deep into his mouth and her whole body convulsed. Freeing the first breast, he moved across to the other, showing it the same attention he had shown the first. Her reaction was just as powerful the second time and he felt her thighs fall open under him. Still teasing her nipple, his free hand slid lower, across her abdomen and, as the tips of his strong fingers slid into her folds, she growled at him like a wild animal and began to rock against his touch.

“Now, Matt, please!” Of course he thought about it. After all, he had wanted to since the day they met, but not yet. He wanted to tease her as she had so infuriatingly teased him. His mouth drifted lower down her abdomen and her slight quiver turned into a series of full body shudders. “No, Matt don’t...” But her plea fell on deaf ears.

Using her own words against her, he grinned up at her from just above her apex, “I know what you
need
...” She tensed in anticipation as he kissed her. She arched and writhed against his seeking tongue. “...because I
need
...” His hot breath tickled her curls as he returned to devouring her. He flicked and stroked her slickness with his devilishly clever tongue, reveling in the way she came apart at the touch. With each moaning gasp, his plunder deepened, until she began to rock with him, moving and encouraging him. His arms slid around her hips, holding her firm bottom steady as he drank her in. He growled against her as her fingers sank into his hair, pushing him further into her, as her body racked with the impending climax. Feeling the shudder coming, he gave her one last lingering lick and she broke apart. Her body went rigid and shuddered as she moaned his name. As the wave of pleasure eased she fell back against the bed panting, her folds swollen and pulsing with need under his lips as he kissed them gently.

He kissed her thighs, coaxing them farther apart, then began his journey back to her mouth. His tongue tasted her glistening flesh, then found her throbbing nipples again. He eased higher, milking her demanding need with each gentle caress. As his lips found her mouth again, the tip of his manhood bunted against her swollen, pulsating apex. She mewed and arched against him, but he paused. “Liz, I promise I’ll go slow...” Her fingers, still twined in his hair tugged him back to her mouth as she arched again, but this time she immediately rocked her hips back, forcing him into her. She was warm and wet and oh, so, tight. He panted into her mouth with the pleasure of it. “
Shit...
” The muffled curse was coated in ecstasy as he began to push farther. Slowly, just as he had promised, he charged into her, inch by inch. When he finally found himself fully seated, he lifted his head to gaze at her, wanting to drink in the moment she was truly his. The faint blue of the moonlight lay across the bed, giving her glorious face an ethereal glow that heightened his sudden fear. He saw tears on her cheeks and tensed.