Unbroken (3 page)

He murmured something, she didn’t know what,
then
he leant in to touch his lips to hers. Could it have been, ‘Poor baby’?

Soft, warm caresses, initiating a contact she’d never undergone before. She’d known this man less than a day and he’d driven right through to her soul, teaching her things about herself she’d never known.
Helping her to move on with her life.

Right now, her life could go into total stasis and she wouldn’t care. His arm went around her shoulders, but she didn’t draw back. Usually she hated to be caged, but this felt less like captivity, more like freedom.

It could have been a gentle kiss of friendship, but it felt like more. No, that was wrong. She wanted more.
Longed for it.
If he wanted to give it.

Maybe he did, because when she parted her lips, he took advantage and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Not forcefully, but with a glad acceptance of what she offered, tasting her, the first taste of a deeper flavour. She wanted him to take. Just take, give her tired mind a rest. He’d opened new avenues of thought for her. Now she wanted to stop thinking until she’d assimilated what he’d taught her.

He caressed her shoulder while his other arm slid around her waist, his hand spreading over the curve and encroaching on the swell of her hip.

He stroked her tongue. She responded with a muffled moan,
then
she reached for him. She felt
heat,
smooth skin contoured with hard, male muscle and spread her hand to savour as much as she could.
Oh yes.

He drew back and stared at her, eyes hooded under heavy lids. “This is not what I imagined would happen the first time I employed a model.” He smiled with lips moist from her mouth, and just like that, she fell deeper under his spell. “You should say no.”

“How about pretending that this is out of working hours?”

He smoothed his hand up her rib cage, coming to rest just below her breast. “I still want you to model for me. If what we do next will affect that, tell me now.”

Did he want her looks more than he wanted her body? Of course he did. Everybody did. But she wanted him, and that made a difference. “No, I’ll still model for you.”

He needed no other assurances, and dipped his head again to take another kiss.

This time she held him as he kissed her, felt the hair on his chest abrade her nipples, inciting them to peak for him. He cupped her breast in his hand, stroked his thumb across the tip and she sighed into his mouth, wanting more.

When he opened his mouth wider and ate at her lips, she moaned. He took her as if she belonged to him, tasting her deeper with every stroke of his tongue. Her body ached to press against his, all the way down. She wanted him naked, just like her.

He got to his feet, holding out his hand. A strong, capable hand, with small scars decorating the palm, probably from the chisels and hammers he used when he worked marble, or the burns from the hot metals he used to cast his sculptures. “Come to bed. I don’t have anything to protect you with here.”

“You don’t keep condoms in your studio?”

“No.” That devastating grin appeared again. “Usually I have a cube or a sphere to keep me company. I don’t need condoms with those.”

“I daresay I could find a cube or a sphere if you preferred it.”

He laughed and tugged her to her feet.
“Maybe later.”

She was still laughing when he drew her out of the studio and across the hall to his bedroom.

After giving her a smouldering look that could have melted bronze all on its own, he left her to visit the bathroom. She heard the click of a cabinet and guessed that was where he kept his supplies. Not even in a bedside table! How much experience did this man have?

She sometimes wished she had less herself, but her sexual life had been the only time she’d been completely free of her mother’s constant nagging. Not even then, because dear old mom had made sure her daughter was on the Pill and supplied with condoms at all times. It didn’t stop
Vashti
from enjoying the encounters she’d shared with male models and friends.
Never with designers.
They wanted too much.

So why with this man?
Why now, when she’d thought her libido had died of starvation?

He returned with a box in his hand. He perused her with a frank up and down stare, his eyes burning with arousal. “Fuck, I want you so much!”

Zoltan
pulled her close, shoving his hand under her hair and spreading his fingers over her scalp. He used the hold to drag her head back, giving him access to her mouth.

Their lips touched, melded, sealed and
Vashti
gave herself to the experience, to the now, something she’d worked very hard with her therapist to achieve.
Zoltan
made it easy.

He tilted his head and tasted her deeply, as if he had all day. Which, she realised with a jolt, they had. Her life had been so
full,
she wasn’t used to stretching out the moment. No timetable, all the time she wanted. Christ.

She whimpered and grabbed his waistband, tugging until the snap fastener gave way. She carried on pulling, needing him open to her. The zipper slid down, snagging on his underwear and she’d have broken the zip if it hadn’t eventually given way. Finally she could shove her hand inside and touch the hard, rounded curve of his buttocks.
Deliciously male, his muscles flexed under her palms.

He lifted her and shoved her up against the door. He was taller than she was by around four inches, but what she felt when she shoved his jeans down far enough to get a good grip was a lot more than that. Six, seven, eight, she didn’t care. His cock pulsed in her hand, wonderfully alive, wonderfully male and the musky scent of an aroused man wove its heady spell around her.

He pulled away, his mouth slightly open, and stared at her, wildness invading his gaze. For a second, fear danced along her spine when she saw the feral expression in those otherworldly eyes, but then he dragged her close, kissed her as if he couldn’t help himself.

Her hand, reluctant to let go, pumped him once, twice, before he drew away. He fell to his knees, bracketing her body with his arms, making her feel deliciously small and dainty, although that was far from the case. With a voracious eagerness that made her cream and gasp his name, he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
Vashti
only dimly felt the hard ridges of the door panels dig into her spine, even when the back of her head hit the surface. Her eyes remained open. She wanted to watch.

He ravaged her nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth and she felt it crinkle and harden for him, tingling unbearably. She lifted her hand to tease the other nipple into a hard peak. His fingers covered hers and he pulled away, gasping. Cold air struck her.

“I could never sculpt what I can see now,” he murmured, his
voice lower
than sin.

She shivered in response, but it was no colder in here than in his studio. It didn’t take cold air to make her shiver.

He lifted her hand and placed it on his shoulder. “Hold on to me, sweetheart. That’s all you need to do.”

Her laugh came shakily, but it came. This was a day for firsts.

Groaning, he pressed his lips to her stomach and licked gently around her navel before dipping in and teasing the sensitive skin. The vibrations from his groan entered her so deeply that she felt as if they’d remain with her forever.

He continued down to her mound, kissing her skin, barely touching her and making her quiver with desire. He breathed hot air over her labia. “I love that you shave, but I want to know what your pubic hair looks like, too. I want it all.” His low, sexy voice caressed her as much as his breath did.

Her mind screamed,
lick it!

“I—I guess I just got used to the feel of it waxed.”

“It means I can do this…” His voice trailed off to a whisper as he touched his tongue to her clit. She melted for him, her juices flowing freely. He could do whatever he wanted now. He gave her a gentle lick, then another, then pushed his face against her and breathed in deeply, noisily. That sound turned her on so much she doubted she could have stood upright without the door against her back.

Then he sucked, as voraciously as he’d sucked her nipple and she came apart, no longer with moans, but with full-throated cries.

Awareness stayed with her when he picked her up and strode to the bed, but lassitude entered her limbs for the few seconds it took him to lay her on the sheets, as he kicked off his jeans and sheathed his straining cock. Then he was on her, hot and hard and long, and she stared up at his face as he pushed into her welcoming wet heat. Her pussy sucked him in.

Even in her present state of arousal, he had to force his way past her entrance. Her muscles gripped him, reluctantly let him through,
then
opened to embrace him.

He bared his teeth at her before growling, “God, you feel so fucking good!”

Savagery burned his sharp-edged features and fear flashed through her, replaced just as fast by arousal such as she’d never felt before. It seared her, making every nerve ending a cacophony of sensation, going far beyond fear to whatever lay past that. A frantic intensity made her a stranger to her own body.

Until he filled her completely, plunged in where he belonged.
Gave her the missing part of the puzzle that she’d wanted for so long.

Zoltan
dipped his head to take her mouth in a brief kiss and she reached for him, but he grabbed her hands and pinned them to the pillow, making her helpless for his invasion. Fuck, she loved it so fucking much.

She had never trusted anyone like this. When he pulled out she wrapped her legs around his waist as if she’d never let him go.

He plunged into her, his buttocks clenching against her heels, and he never took his gaze away from her, devouring her with a hunger that went far beyond casual sex. When she would have closed her eyes, he stopped moving.

“No, look at me.
Fucking well look at me!”

The peremptory tones shocked her into opening her eyes. His gaze felt too raw, too much, but he would stop if she shut him out, she saw the threat of it on his face. She had never had sex like this, so close. Usually she closed her eyes and let herself float into her own world of sensation, but now she had to commune with
Zoltan
, had to recognise that she was sharing this, it wasn’t all her and some unnamed body giving her temporary respite.

“This is us, not you, not me, but
us
.”

His words made her fears articulate. She felt every one of his savage thrusts and knew he was the first person to invade her soul.

He wouldn’t let her back away from her terrors, but worked her, his cockhead massaging her sweet spot until she could hardly bear it. Lightning crackled down her spine, along her body to the tips of her fingers and toes. She cried out once again, her sexual ecstasy mingled and spiked with fear of the unknown. She’d never had an orgasm come on her so fast, so hard.

This intimacy surpassed anything she’d known before.
Intimacy with a stranger?
She didn’t fucking care right now because what he was doing felt so
wonderful,
she wanted him to carry on until she couldn’t move.

His face relaxed into a smile and he crooned to her. “Good girl. There you go, that feels so good, doesn’t it? Let me take you there again.”

She wanted to take him, but this first time, he took control and gave her no quarter. But his smile melted
her,
seduced her and she knew she’d do anything for him, anything as long as he could make her come with the same ferocity as the first time.

He slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted her, as he raised himself onto his knees. Her legs remained hooked around his waist, but now she sat on his lap, and his cock took a different angle, touching a different part of her, deep inside. It felt just as good.

His strokes slowed to a soft, devastating rhythm. “You,” he said, leaning forward for a soft kiss, “have taken my self-control right away from me. You know how silky your skin feels?”

Before she realised she could break the moment and back away from this frightening intimacy, she gave her response. “It should be. I still go to the beautician once a week and what she massages into me might as well be gold dust for the price she charges.”

“While you’re with me, let me do it.”

He rocked against her, making her moan. “What do you mean, ‘while I’m with you’?”

“Stay here while you’re modelling for me. Let’s share the time together.”

She opened her eyes fully, stared at him. He smiled and thrust, his cock rubbing against her sensitive flesh.

“Tell you what. I’ll fuck you into submission, make you say yes.” He drove into her with every other word, holding her down to make her take him as deeply as he wanted.

She groped for an excuse before realising she had none, and he knew it because he’d booked her time for the next month. She had to tell him no, because she didn’t want to. Couldn’t give
herself
over to him so completely. “Yes!”

He rewarded her surrender with a series of hard thrusts, then he changed to shallow ones, enough to make her arch her back and come in a series of fierce contractions. He gritted his teeth and held on.