Passion in Paris (3 page)

Which had precisely been his intent.

The effect he had on her was nothing short of mastery. She knew he wanted her on the edge – burning, shameless, vulnerable, hungry, a hunger that only he could feed. This wouldn’t be the last time he’d make her feel this way. For Paris, she knew, was just the beginning.

∞

Without warning, Kate flipped him over and straddled him. Flashing him a wicked smile, she raised his arms above his head and gripped his wrists firmly into place. Her breasts so close to his mouth. He groaned. She beamed.

“You want to lick them, don’t you?”

Yes, he did. Looking up at her, Max noted the wanton gleam in her eyes. Everything about her in that moment intoxicated his senses. His cock throbbed in anticipation. His blood churned, making him feel more alive than he had in years.

“You’re quite astute,” he teased. “And you’re burning so hot I can taste it. I turn you on, don’t I?”

She shook her head in mock denial just to get a reaction out of him. “That’s not true.”

“No? Then why are you so wet?”

She narrowed her eyes, a look exasperation passing over face. He wanted to chuckle at her reaction. Obviously she didn’t want to be reminded that only a few minutes ago she’d been shameless. The memory of having her plunge his fingers inside her was something he’d never forget. It would forever be etched in his mind.

“And why are you so hard?” she countered.

He laughed. “You really want me to answer that?”

“No. I already know the answer.”

“Really?” sounding amused. “Then please enlighten me.”

“I turn you on,” she replied.

Indeed she did.

His jaw grew taut, vibrating with tension as she trailed her fingers over the taut cords and hollows of his throat, over the muscles of his shoulders. Her touch was addictive, lethal. It took every ounce of will to restrain
himself. Nothing prevented him from flipping her over and taking her. But he was enjoying it too much to do otherwise. He wanted those hands to linger on his body, to enflame, arouse.

“Again,” he said. “Touch me again.”

She released his wrists, and straightened her spine. Her palms lay flat on his chest. Beneath them, he felt the pounding of his heart. She dragged her hand across the wide plane of his chest to his shoulder down his arm.

Staring down at him, he stared back knowingly into hers. Everything inside of him wanted to take her, press himself against her, mate with her, but he resisted the urge. It was her turn to feel him out, and he wasn’t about to rush her.

She splayed her hands against his chest, leaned in and laved a nipple, slowly, and languorously the other. An inaudible sound rose from his throat, as her tongue travelled up to his mouth.

“You’re trying to seduce me, are you?” he murmured.

She lifted her head up and shot him a sly smile. “Its time you find out who belongs to you.”

Max laughed.
“Yeah? You think I don’t? I know what you really want. I’m the one who can give it to you. That’s why you’re here.”

“You’re a bastard.” Her voice cracked as she spoke. His words, like cupids arrow, had hit the mark.

“Am I?” he questioned, pleased with her reaction. “You want me above you. You want these arms to hold you down. You want me to control you. You want me to fuck you senseless, don’t you?”

“You’re forgetting something,” she reminded him calmly, as her fingers slid down the length of his chest, his skin growing hot and feverish, until she reached the flat plane of his belly. “I’m the one on top now.”

His muscles tensed at the implication. “For now.” He kept his voice low and heavy with the promise of what he would do when she wasn’t.

Her cheeks flushed in response, and her eyes grew darker, deeper. He watched her as her hands continued to skim over him, moving closer to the bulge of his erection, which threatened to rip through his pants. She hesitated for a moment, looking uncertain and unsure of how to proceed. It was as if he could read her thoughts. Should she be bold or ladylike? The unsophisticated nature of her seduction made his cock surge against his fly.

What turned him on even more was that she was unaware of her appeal or the effect it had on him. She was merely being herself, he knew. No pretenses, no agendas, no masks. Nothing but the need to please him. That for a man in his position was the ultimate aphrodisiac.

She plunged her hand down his waistband, her boldness stole his breath. He groaned, as her fingers curled around the hard ridge of his cock. Pulling his cock from his pants, she gave a gentle squeeze, and caressed the skin with her finger tips.
Every vein and every ridge. Feather light tips moved along the underside until reaching the head, then around it, over it. There was no rush in her exploration. In fact, he wanted her to take her time.

Watching her closely, he wondered if she would be tempted to grip tighter.
To pull at it harder. And did. The feelings that spread within him wasn’t just arousal. But lust. It roared so loud within him that it drowned out every other sound in his head.

“Squeeze harder,” he instructed, his tone rough and co
ntrolling. Her hands grew bolder in response and he nearly lost it when she leaned down and took her first taste. A hot tremor shot through him.

She
laved the tip of his cock with her tongue. “You taste so good, so warm against my tongue.”

Her words, like bolts of electricity, shot straight to his crown. He closed his eyes, absorbing the hot sensations rippling through him. “More,” he ordered forcefully. “Lick me more.”

“Not yet,” she said, and yanked off his pants and threw them to the floor. Lying naked before her, it was her turn to savor him just as he’d done with her earlier. Her gaze roamed all over, caressing every inch of him with her eyes. She smiled. “You’re beautiful,” she murmured huskily and leaned down. The contact of mouth to cock sent his blood raging.

Running
her tongue along the underside of the head, she circled it, and licked every inch of it until it was completely wet. With mouth open, she moved along the sides of his cock until she reached the base, flicked her tongue over his balls, licked around them, and continued up his shaft along the underside up to the crown.

“That’s it,” he said approvingly
. A sharp hiss escaped his lips when she popped the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked on it. Just the head. Gently. Once. Twice. Then took him deeper. His groans urging her on.

He watched her as she bobbed up and down on him, completely mesmerized by the vision she made. Had any other woman ever look so beautiful sucking his cock? With her hair spilling over her face, her breasts dangling and swaying as her warm and moist mouth strained around him, her knees pressing deep into the mattress and her ass propped high in the air, made him burn and ache.

Placing his hand gently at the back of her neck, keeping her head still, he began to pump his throbbing cock into her mouth, wanting her to take all of him. His shaft hit the back of her throat and it drew a groan, loud and guttural, as pleasure sliced through him.

She pulled back until he popped out of her mouth,
then plunged back down. Over and over again she repeated the motion, gasping for air with each stroke. Max felt himself dangerously near the brink.

“Fuck, yeah.” He increased the pressure on her neck as a signal to pick up her tempo. Every time she buried his cock in her mouth he trembled.

“Who do you belong to?” she asked, replacing her mouth with her hand. She stroked, fast then slow. He was close, right at the edge.

“What? What did you say?”

“Who do you belong to?” she repeated, and delved down one last time, and he shook. He groaned, raw and primal.

“You.
I’m yours.” As the words shot out, he flipped her over, dominating every inch of her with his body. He didn’t make a move, not yet. He just pressed against her and let her soak in the depth of his control over her. She rebelled against his show of dominance and started to squirm against him. He looked into those hazel eyes, passion shimmered there, but it burned hotter now.

He leaned his face in close and whispered against her ear. “I think
its time I take what’s mine.” Reaching between her legs, he greedily palmed her sex. She was hot, wet and ready for the taking. But he wanted to prolong the inevitable just a little, fan the flames more.

He slid his fingers over her labia, spreading the wetness that seeped from her pussy. She groaned and pressed against his hand, wanting more.
 He chuckled at her impatience, as he circled her clit, then rubbed it slowly, languorously, before sliding two fingers inside her. God, he wanted to plunge his throbbing cock, hard as steel, into that smouldering heat right now. Waiting was no longer an option. Reaching for a condom, her moans filled his ears, and like music it seduced him, pushing him to the edge. Damn, had he ever been this eager to get balls deep inside a woman?

“Please…” was all she managed to whimper before he thrust deeply into her, jerking a sharp cry from her throat. All the desire and passion and yearning that had been building within him over the past week became evident in every thrust as he tightly gripped her hips to sink deeper.

The hotel room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the ragged gasps of breaths mixed with the whimpers and growls that came from somewhere deep inside each of them.

His mouth hovered over hers, and desire bloomed in places he didn’t know existed. What was it about her? She made him feel things he hadn’t felt since, well, ever. He wanted to spend hours, days,
weeks exploring every naked inch of her creamy skin, wanted to suck and lick her luscious tits while he fucked her in every possible position. But at the same time, he had the strangest urge to know her, right down to her soul, an odd feeling from a man whose interest in others, especially women, rarely went beyond the surface. Realizing this was perhaps more than a physical attraction, it spurred him on.

Whatever finesse he’d hoped to employ vanished, lost, as he plunged deeper, swallowing her sharp, breathless cries into his mouth. He just pressed deep and held. For the first time in his life he wanted to feel the being of the woman beneath him, to bind her to him in ways that would forever be irrevocable. Such was the need, and from what he was sensing, she felt the same. Feeling overwhelmed, he began to move.

Desire, lust, passion gripped him by the throat. As he pumped, the intensity mounted. His instincts growing sharp, building speed and gathering force to give them both the charge needed for a blast off.

She grasped at him, her body demanding and pleading for him to give her that final, delirious relief.
Max held her off until he was ready to give it to her. But he could hear her desire in the short, harsh breaths, feel it in the tensing and quivering of her thigh muscles, the pulsations deep in her pussy as her hands roamed feverishly over him. Ecstasy loomed dangerously close. Every nerve, every pore of his body was tuned to hers at that moment.

With one final, hard, relentless push, and the tension broke.
A feral growl ripped through him. He gasped for air as pleasure ravaged him. Under the roar of emotion and lust in his head, he heard her cry out on the periphery. The mind numbing release, like a tsunami, rolled over him in waves of pure, hot pleasure.

Heaven couldn’t get better than this.

∞

Kate was on a high.

Her body hadn’t felt this rested, contented or alive in months. Max Gray had known exactly what to do with his hands, tongue and cock. He’d illustrated his prowess to perfection.

After enjoying a delicious meal in bed together, she’d rushed into the bathroom to clean up when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror; a smile had bloomed on her face. Her hair had been tousled, her face flushed, her eyes heavy and dreamy. She looked exactly as she’d felt – like a very satisfied woman.

She’d felt different too, inside and out. Parts of her body that had lain dormant were alive, humming, buzzing with currents of erotic delight. He did that. He had opened the floodgates to new feelings, new needs.
And her brain. Her brain had been filled with the thoughts and images and sensations of what they had done, or rather what he’d done to her in bed. The way he’d smelled, the way she tasted herself on his fingers, on his cock. Her body had felt so sensitive everywhere, just touching her own skin made her so very wet. The memory of his fingers, his lips everywhere had made her blush and sigh. And ache.

She couldn’t think about anything else. And she’d hated it. And she’d loved it. And she wanted more, oh so much more.

Right after her shower, Max had informed her they were going out on the town. Feeling like a woman reborn, she was game for anything he wanted to do, or do to her. She’d grinned inwardly at that, as she hurriedly scanned the items in her carry-on. Yes, Max Gray, would always have unprecedented access to her mind and body. The thought had made her tingle all over, muddling her brain. A simple decision like what the hell she was going to wear became nearly impossible. But she’d managed.

Since she hadn’t packed for a real trip per se, she’d stood eyeing the few pieces of wardrobe like a cop eyeing a crime scene, and had finally settled for a black Donna Karan linen dress, just an inch shy of her knee, with a plunging neckline and black stilettos. With a quick re-application of her make-up – a hint of blush, lip gloss, gold eye shadow to enhance her hazel eyes and mascara – Kate had smiled yet again at her reflection in the mirror. Yes, she’d approved of the woman staring back at her, especially that delicious wanton look in her eyes.