Retrieval (15 page)

He didn’t disappoint her. He moved stealthily to her as if he was the cat. His lips drew back from his teeth.

“I know I’ve said this, but this shit is crazy. I came in here to check on you, not—” His voice was guttural.

His unspoken words caused her womb to flex and more moisture to pool and coat her outer lips.

His head was down slightly, and his nostrils continued to flare. Her own followed suit, and as she drew him into her, his flavor caressed her tongue, and she couldn’t stop the moan that she’d held onto so tightly earlier.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” she whimpered with growing need.

He hadn’t even touched her, but he’d moved so close that if she took a deep breath, her nipples would brush against his hard chest. She couldn’t stop the thought, and she couldn’t stop her body from seeing it through.

As soon as her pebbled nipples raked his chest, he grabbed her up. He hauled her tiny body against his and brought his head down, so their lips almost touched.

“You’re going to have to tell me why this happens to me when I’m around you. If you aren’t okay with this, you better stop me right now.” His voice was a pleading growl.

She couldn’t answer him.

Her body demanded the satisfaction of having his within it, pounding into it and relieving the ache his presence had begun. She’d never felt this way. She wanted this as much, if not more, than he did, and she didn’t have the ability to stop it. Her body was on fire, and all she wanted was to slake the inferno with his.

“I want you, Bastian. I don’t understand it. I don’t understand the timing. I can’t stop this. It’s whatever you want now, Bastian. It’s beyond me,” she whispered, unable to look at him as she trembled from the arousal coursing through her.

“So be it,” he murmured against her temple, his lips soft but firm as they traced the contours of her face.

He was in the grip of the same arousal she was. There were no promises for tomorrow, she wanted here and now. Nothing else mattered, only this. Her heart beat heavily, and she could feel the blood moving through her veins. Every sense was heightened, and she was helpless to prevent her heart’s fast slide for this man.

Then there were no more thoughts as his mouth captured hers, and they began a duel of tongues, teeth, and lips. Each sought to be the victor in this brave new war between them.

He went to one knee and simply stared at her. His gaze wandered over her body, and he slowly lifted his hands to tug on the hem of her tank top. He lifted it up teasingly deliberate to reveal the golden skin of her lower abdomen, her bellybutton, her taught stomach. He stopped there, leaving her tank hovering on the precipice created by her peaked nipples as he ran his big, callused hands along the skin he had exposed.

*

The muscles of her abdomen tensed and flexed with each stroke along her skin, and Sebastian enjoyed the way her breath hitched when he ran his hands over her body. Her head had fallen back, and her eyes were bright slits that revealed the depth of her need. He felt a wrenching need to take her hard and mark her with his own body. It was only his touted self-control that enabled him to take it slow.

Her breath hissed in as he lifted the fabric of her tank over her left breast. He flicked his tongue out and lightly tasted her nipple before blowing warm air over the already flushed peak.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what, Sky?” He didn’t recognize his own voice; it was so low and gravelly.

“Just,
please
.”

“Unh, unh. Look at me,” he commanded her in a voice rough with the pain of holding back his own needs.

“What?” Her breathy voice held a hint of confusion.

He cursed softly as he stood and moved his hands from her sides to her face. He held her face in the palms of his hands and lifted her to him. He touched her lips softly and laved their seam with his tongue. She opened slowly and captured his tongue drawing it deeper into her mouth. Her tongue coiled and wrapped around his, tasting him, devouring him.

He couldn’t hope to contain her need and his at the same time. She was like a raging wildfire, so beautiful in her desire that he wanted to protect her and take her over in a maelstrom all at once. For the first time he doubted his ability to control himself.

All because of this one tiny woman who took his breath away and dared him to take hers to compensate for his loss.

“Sky, no baby, we have to slow down. Sky.” He gave it everything he had, but she wouldn’t be denied, and once he recognized he was spitting in the wind, he gave up and gave in to what they both wanted.

“Fuck it,” he cursed and grabbed her hair in his hand. He pulled her head back and gave her a glare that clearly stated his intentions.

“Yes, Bastian,” she said as he dipped his head to take her lips. She sighed before he could taste her and backed away. She took the edges of her tank in her hands and slowly pulled it up over her head.

The beauty of what she revealed caused his mouth to drop open. He stared like he was dumbstruck. She was so damn small but so damn rounded at all the right damn places. His mouth watered, and the smell of her sweet, warm skin that couldn’t nearly hope to be contained by the sheer lace of her underwear wafted and tempted, beckoned him to sample all the sweet treats her body offered.

She stood before him proudly, her chest heaving, breasts rising and falling so sweetly in the golden confines of her bra.

Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. She faced him, the look in her eyes indecipherable. She had a tapered waist and flat stomach. Her rib cage could be spanned easily by both of his hands. And her breasts—sweet God in Heaven! He’d always been a breast man, and hers had been crafted from his dreams.

She reached behind her and pulled the bra down. Too fucking slow. The pink-tipped, golden mounds swayed with her movements. Her collarbone was delicate below the graceful curve of her neck. Her jawline was a work of art, and her face made him want to weep, she was so beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed, and as he continued to look at her, he noticed the flush spread down over her chest. Her eyes glittered. She was in need, and in that moment he was thankful he was there to see to her.

“You have way too many clothes on for what I’m thinking we need to be doing,” she told him in that husky voice of hers that made his cock pulse.

“Well, come take care of that for me would you?” Sebastian taunted her.

He was all man, and he wasn’t about to lie. He wanted to ruin her for anybody else. He wanted to shape and mold her to be only his. He wanted her as addicted as he fucking damn well knew he was going to be at the end of this.

“It would be my greatest pleasure,” she said softly as she stepped up to him and ran her hands lightly along the muscles of his chest.

“No, but I’ll make sure we get to that before we’re finished, baby. To borrow a line from you,
I promise
,” Sebastian said on a strangled laugh as she reached underneath his shirt and used her hands to form each individual muscle of his torso.

Sebastian had never been a vain man. His body was a tool he’d honed right along with his control over the years. He was thirty-five years old, in top physical shape and sure, he’d received his fair share of compliments from women over the years. He knew he wasn’t dog ugly, but he’d never particularly cared if women found him handsome or not. He usually left them too satisfied to remember their own name, much less what he looked like.

This woman blew all that out of the water. She made him want to work out daily, hell two or three times a day, for the rest of his life if it meant that she would caress his body with the relish her face displayed right now.

“You’re beautiful. Hard muscles covered by warm skin. Tell me Sebastian, do you mind if I touch you?”

He could sense no games in her, only the need to feel him.

“It would be my honor,” he stated solemnly then groaned when she followed through by running her hands over his nipples.

He sucked in a breath, and she gave him a shy smile.

“You like that, huh?” she taunted him now.

He returned the favor by moving his hands over her breasts, lingering over the nipples.

“Do you?” he asked with his own husky laugh.

“Oh yes. Like is too mild a word I think. Help me with your shirt.”

He reached for the hem of his own shirt and was aided by her as she pushed the offending material out of her way.

*

Her own breath stuck in her throat at the magnificence of the man unveiled before her. Who would have thought a shirt could be such a horrible thing? Any clothing was a waste of time if it covered up that kind of masculine perfection.

His shoulders were wide, his chest broad and sculpted. The muscles of his stomach redefined washboard, and his waist was tapered. Solidly muscled, he wasn’t shaped like a bodybuilder nor a runner but a very fine somewhere between the two. He dwarfed her and made her feel smaller than she really was. He made her feel safe, and that was something she’d never truly felt.

His skin was tanned, as if he spent time outdoors. His natural skin tone was more of a sunlit tan than hers. He was beautiful. That his chest was devoid of hair only served to delineate the muscles there even more. The strong column of his neck beckoned to her, and she lifted up on tiptoes to press her mouth to the spot where his neck met his shoulders, and then she inhaled and became lost in his dark chocolate scent.

Her actions pressed her breasts flush against his chest, and it was his turn to inhale sharply. Her soft breasts against the hot steel of his chest restricted his breathing. He leaned down and licked a drop of sweat that had formed on her shoulder.

Slowly, so slowly, he moved his head farther south, holding her away from him, ignoring her protests and attempts to get back to his neck.

His hands cupped her mounds and massaged gently, tweaking her nipples and lifting them up as an offering to his waiting lips. His tongue sent lightning from her nipple to her clit, and she began to pant.

She grabbed his biceps and held on as his tongue caused wave after wave to crash through her body. He let the one go only to move to the other and begin all over again. She begged and pleaded, though in her innocence, she didn’t know exactly what she was pleading for. To come? For him to stop? Both? Neither?

Finally, after several moments of play at her breasts he moved farther down to her stomach. He bowed lower in front of her, and she was brought to awareness again at the difference in their sizes. He was a huge man, and she was a small woman. His kneeling put them at eye level, and before she knew it, she was lying sideways on the bed in the room, and he was over her, soothing her as he told her the things he wanted to do to her body.

Her legs, bent at the knee, clamped around his midsection, and as he continued to work her with his words, she lost herself to the feel of his lips moving along the skin of her stomach, the underside of her breasts, over her collarbone, and along the sensitive skin of her jaw. His hands left a fire that his mouth extinguished, only to add more fuel to the coals left behind.

Her own hands moved restlessly as she used her body to tell him what she wanted, what she liked. She didn’t know if she answered his softly spoken questions; she only knew that she felt the flames he built up move higher and higher.

“Please, Bastian? Please,” she demanded throatily.

“What, baby? Do you want my mouth on you?” He tongued her naval. “Or do you want my hands petting this pretty little body?” he continued as he moved his hands lower and stroked the insides of her thighs through her yoga pants.

“Yes.” A swift inhalation. “All of that.”

“You don’t have to beg me, Skylar. Whatever I have is yours, baby. I’ll give it to you freely.”

His voice coaxed even as it captured her heart and moved her body.

“Then do it,” she said. Frustration made her voice louder.

“For you, baby, for you,” he said, and then he got to work.

His hands moved to her hips, even as his mouth moved to hers. He stroked so lightly over her cloth-covered mound, she thought she imagined it, until his tongue stroked hers, and she felt the touch again, harder.

Her hips arched off the bed, and a startled groan came from deep inside of her.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Sky.” He continued to stroke her with his hand, hard and then soft as his mouth wandered over her face, neck, and breasts.

Heat built up inside of her, and she knew that if she didn’t have relief soon, she’d combust. His tongue inside her mouth was velvet, and he kissed her until her breath was choppy. His hand moved to the waistband of her pants, and slowly, he pushed down until his hand had access to her down-covered flesh.

*

He hissed. He’d touched her fire, and as he reverently stroked her flesh, he inhaled sharply, breathing hard and close to losing control. He dipped deeper, and she cried out. His fingers caressed her labia. They were swollen, and she was wet with need.

Her hips moved restlessly as her head tossed on the bed beneath them. Her chest was flushed, but her eyes watched him, pleaded with him.

“Goddamn,” he whispered. “You’re killing me. What do you want, Skylar?” he murmured around a nipple as he carefully drew a finger up and down her slit.

He blew warm air across the nipple he’d just left and was pleased to see gooseflesh rise on her body. She was a sight to behold as she met his gaze. Her eyes were alight with an inner burning, and it was with satisfaction that he licked his lips and inserted a finger inside of her.

Her sheath was so tight and warm that he almost came in his pants. His cock was strangling behind the denim of his jeans. His zipper was probably embedded in the tight flesh by now. He didn’t worry about himself though, oh no. This was all for her. He’d bring her over and enjoy the view as her pleasure washed over her.

He almost lost it as her slick channel clamped down on his finger, sucking him in farther until he met resistance. Shock swept through him, and his heart beat hard because of the barrier he’d just discovered. She stilled and looked up at him. Her eyes were huge.