Prescription for Desire (12 page)

“
What did you do with my
panties?”

A wicked grin inched up the corner of
his mouth as he shook his head back and forth, patting his shirt
pocket. “Damn. You’re too fine.” He took the blanket from her and
wrapped her in it. “Stay right there,” he said in a tender tone,
kissing her forehead lightly.

He sprinted to the bed, placed the
pillows on the floor, and lifted the mattress along with the
comforter and sheets still on it. Carrying it over to in front of
the fireplace, he dropped it onto the hardwood floor. His eyes
caught hers as he took off his shirt and flung it across the room,
followed by his swim trunks. He stood a few feet away from her like
a beautifully sculptured work of art, staring her down as if he was
the lion on his chest ready to devour her. Her skin prickled with
anticipation.

“
I can’t wait to show you
just how much I’ve wanted to make love to you,” Armand said with so
much vigor in his voice she knew he meant it.

Fear arose in Raven; not because she
was scared of Armand, but because she knew at that she could fall
in love with him.

Chapter Seven

Armand walked around her and placed a
gentle kiss on her shoulder, eliciting soft moans as he slid the
blanket off of her body. He wrapped one arm around her waist and
pulled her hard against him. His lips traveled down her neck as one
hand lightly pulled her hair so she’d rest her head on his
shoulder. His kisses continued to evoke the desire she had pent up
in her for far too long.

Every cell in her was wired with an
electric shock when his hands traveled over her, while each sensual
caress sent pleasure rippling through her blood stream. The
simplicity of his naked skin against hers caused an undeniable
passion to soar through her, taking Raven to a place of sweet
surrender in his arms. His lips finally reached around to hers, and
she leaned her head back even further to capture his mouth with a
deep, provocative tongue dance. She trembled as his lips skated
across her jaw, back and forth to her waiting mouth, his hands
kneading her breasts in the same intense rhythm. She was in
wonderment over his control of her, not that she doubted him
because of his age, but because of her own age. Raven thought she
was quite experienced and had witnessed most types of foreplay and
erotic emotions, but he was tapping into a side of her that had
never been awakened. She was nervous yet eager in anticipation of
what was to come.

She turned around to face Armand, her
mouth barely leaving his. She didn’t think she could stand it for
longer than a second if she couldn’t taste the magnetic essence of
his lips, which caressed hers with a power she couldn’t explain.
Her hands roamed over his face, pulling him deeper into her as he
continued to ravish kisses on her lips and neck. Their fervent
sounds filled the cabin, silencing out the storm
outside.

“
I’ve wanted you so bad,
Raven,” he said in between kisses. “From the first moment I saw you
…”

A deep moan was her answer when his
tongue disappeared back into her mouth, and she had a sense of him
claiming full possession over her. And that’s what she wanted. No,
it was no longer a want. It was a desire that neither of them could
deny. Her insides were boiling, especially the area that made her a
woman. It was pure torture that his erection was rubbing against
her thighs, and he hadn’t even attempted to place it inside of her.
She slid her hand down to it, and rubbed it against her swollen bud
as he stifled out a groan against her hungry lips.

“
Please …” she pleaded.
“Right now …” She backed them up, toward the mattress. The control
he had was making her crazy with passion, and she couldn’t believe
she was begging him. It was out of her character, but she didn’t
care. She had to have him right now.

“
Don’t worry. I intend
to
very
soon.” He
swooped her up and laid her down on the mattress, as his lips never
left hers.

The excitement which charged through
her at the intensity of his words had her under his spell. She
clutched his shoulders tight, for she felt as if she was floating
on air and would fall if she let go. When his lips pulled away from
hers, a wounded cry escaped her. Stopping the passion wasn’t on the
list, but she was content once more as his mouth grabbed a nipple,
circling around it, tugging gently with his teeth before licking
and sucking it again. She moved his head to the other breast. He
glanced at her with a grin and a wink before pleasuring the other
one with such determination to please her it caused a shudder
between her legs.

Armand slid up her body and grabbed
her legs, wrapping them around his waist. The sexual heat from his
eyes swept over her and a volcanic fire erupted in every part of
her body. He captured her lips, licking and nibbling as if he’d
trapped his prey and couldn’t get enough to please his hunger, and
her kisses matched his with the same force and passion.

“
You’re exquisite,” he
whispered in a seduction-filled groan against her mouth.

His lips covered hers again in a
domineering tango, erasing any fear she had and sending tantalizing
quivers all the way to her toes. His hands glided over her body as
if she was fine silk, driving her to pure bliss.

Desperate to become one
with him, she grabbed his rod, stroking the long, hard length. He
stifled an aroused moan and some muffled curse words. Suddenly, he
stopped kissing her and placed his hands on either side of her
face. His expression turned serious.
Oh
no! Was he changing his mind?

“
Raven … I don’t have any …
um, protection. I can pull out, or—”

“
I’ll be fine,” she said
with a reassuring smile. “I’m on the pill.”

Armand whispered okay before bestowing
a voracious kiss that didn’t have any restraints, and vibrations of
gratification coursed through her when he removed one of his hands
from her face. She shivered with delight, hoping his hand was
finally going where she desired it most, and she matched his kisses
with untamed, passionate ones. She pulled her lips away from his
with a gasp as he rubbed his penis against her entrance. He kissed
her softly, and for the first time Raven realized just how much she
was going to miss him when she returned to the States.

*****

Armand could no longer control
himself; he didn’t have the willpower he thought he had. He’d
wanted to make sure he satisfied her with foreplay and not rush
anything … wanted to savor her for as long as possible. However, it
took everything he had not to push her panties to the side and
slide through the second she climbed on to his lap in the golf
cart. Now he needed to be one with her to oppress the tightening of
his erection that could no longer wait.

She wrapped her legs around his waist
as he guided himself inside of her, keeping his eyes steady on her
lovely face. He’d already seen some of the provocative, sexy
expressions she made, and he couldn’t wait to witness some more now
that they were actually one. Raven’s eyes fluttered shut, and she
let out a relieved moan once he began to gently stroke
her.

He couldn’t get enough. Raven was
everything he envisioned she would be. Alluring. Enticing.
Tantalizing. Her body fit with his as if she was created just for
him, and that alone was making him come undone. However, he needed
to relish in her essence for as long as possible. The beautiful
sounds she chanted out, and the way his name was breathlessly
pronounced on her lips, was drowning him in her spirit, sinking him
further and further into her. He’d told himself to take his time
and go at a steady pace, but as their kissing deepened and her
“oohhs and ahhs” sounded in his ear, he could no longer hold
back.

He picked up the pace when her hips
reached up to him off of the bed, and her hands grasped his butt
cheeks tightly, pushing him further into her. Fervent cries escaped
her, which aroused him even more, pushing him over an edge he never
knew existed until he met this woman. He increased his pace with
each deep stroke and the passionate response of her orgasm soared
into the room. She buried her fingers into his back while her
muscles contracted tightly around his manhood, gripping and
releasing as he continued sinking deeper into her realm.

Once her orgasm ended, another one
followed moments later. Her muscles gripped him, sending a
passion-filled vibration straight through his body. He no longer
had any control over his movements as he jerked and trembled inside
of her.

Armand stared down at the exhausted
beauty in his arms, and their breathing eased back to normal. He
kissed Raven’s damped forehead, and she graced him with a satisfied
smile. They were completely drenched with sweat, as if they’d made
love in the rain. He rolled off of her and pulled her to him so
that her head rested on his chest. Her fingertips traced the
outline of his lion tattoo, and if she wasn’t careful, Leo the Lion
would be up again in no time. He couldn’t believe something as
simple as her light touch on his chest could turn him on again so
soon after he’d had sex. However, Raven was a different kind of
woman than what he’d been used to, but not because she was older.
He honestly didn’t care about her age. He’d finally met his equal
in bed. With other women, he was always the giver and the woman
just laid there. While he always aimed to please—no pun intended—he
wanted to be satisfied as well. With Raven, he was. He could feel
her veins pulsating under him as she began to meet his hard thrusts
with thrusts of her own, pulling him into her and contracting her
walls around him, making him feel nestled and secure with
her.

Armand chuckled out loud. He couldn’t
believe what he was thinking, but it was true and he wasn’t sure
what to make of it.

“
What are you laughing
about?” she asked, resting her chin on his chest to look at
him.

“
Oh … nothing. Just
thinking about you rubbing on my lion tattoo.”

She giggled and kissed it. “Well, he’s
cute. Is it Mufassa or Simba?”

“
Who or who?” he asked with
a wrinkled brow.

She smacked her lips and
sat all the way up on the mattress. “You know, Mufassa and Simba
from the movie
The Lion
King
.”

Raven got up and headed
toward the picnic basket to retrieve the two bottled waters. He
watched as her naked hips and butt swayed back and forth, causing
his penis to tingle again.
Down, boy. Give
her a moment to rest.

She handed him the water and sat
criss-crossed next to him. He could see her perfectly-trimmed curly
triangle and her little rosebud peaking out. He took a swig of the
water before answering her.

“
My lion’s name is Leo.
It’s my birth sign.”

“
Awww … I see. Well Simba
was my favorite.”

“
I’ve never seen the
movie.”

Her almond-shaped eyes
almost expanded into doe-shaped eyes as she stared at him in
disbelief. “Now what now?” she asked in shock. “You’ve never
seen
The Lion King
? Babe, everyone has seen that movie. It’s a
classic.”

“
Well, everyone except me.
I’ve never been into girlie cartoon movies,” he said with a
shrug.

“
It’s not a girlie cartoon
at all. Wow. Too bad we aren’t at my home in Memphis. We’d go down
to my media room and watch it right now.”

“
When I’m in Memphis, we’ll
definitely watch it.”

She seemed satisfied with his answer
as she laid her head back on his chest and kissed the lion once
more. “He looks like Simba,” she whispered and snuggled close to
him.

Armand kissed her forehead. “His name
is Leo, and he’s ready for round two …”

Chapter Eight

Raven opened her eyes to an unlit
fireplace, strong arms holding her firm against a rock hard chest,
and a slight erection against her bottom. They’d made love twice,
and she couldn’t believe Armand could go again. The rain had
finally stopped, and she was definitely no longer cold since the
fire from their bodies warmed her quite nicely. She was a little
damp from all of their sweat, and normally that would bother her,
but she didn’t care just as long as he was holding her. Raven had
made up her mind that life was too short, and she wasn’t concerned
about trivial things anymore. She was going to simply enjoy her
time with Armand while she could.

A peek of sunlight streamed through a
slit in the blinds. She figured the sun would be going down soon,
and they needed to head back before they were missed. Even though
neither of them were on call, their Doctors Unlimited cell phones
were nearby just in case an emergency arose. She hated to wake him,
for he was snoring softly in the crook of her neck, but it would be
dark soon and their only transportation was a golf cart and a
bicycle.

She kissed his arm softly and he moved
behind her, pulling her even tighter to him. He allowed his lips to
graze the back of her neck, which drew a soft moan from her,
especially when he slid his finger down to her rosy bud and rubbed
it in a circle.

She snuggled closer to him. “You keep
doing that and we’ll never leave this place.”