Page 25 of The Copper Heir
That was the moment she realized that she’d hurt more than his pride when she left. Was it possible that he’d felt something more for her? That he still did? Laying one last olive branch at his feet, she reminded him, “You kidnapped me. I had to get away.”
“I didn’t know you when I took you.”
“Just kiss me,” she ordered. None of this mattered anymore.
“Emmy.” It was that low warning again, but she didn’t care to heed it.
“Fine, we can’t be friends. I don’t want to be your friend anymore.”
His hands dropped back to her waist and he stepped forward until her hips were pressed back against the plush fabric of the chair’s back. The harsh pant of his breath filled her ear and she became aware of that very aroused male part of him, impossibly large and unyielding against her belly. Her body immediately responded to him, flooding the ache between her thighs with more wet heat as she throbbed to the beat of her heart.
“Dammit, what do you want?” His voice was ragged as the weight of his right hand moved up from her waist to pause at her rib cage, just under the curve of her breast. The strength in his body restrained as he awaited her answer.
He was staring at her mouth, making her feel the touch of his lips from the weight of that stare. She wanted them on her and for the first time in her life, she allowed the rational part of her to lie quiet.
He wanted her. She wanted him. It was simple. Easy.
This is what she wanted and she was taking it before she never had it again. Moving her hands up his arms, she tightened her fingers around the back of his neck and pulled him down those few inches until their mouths touched, their breaths mingled for a second before the hot slide of his tongue touched her and she let him know exactly what she wanted.
It wasn’t gentle and, Lord help, her she didn’t want it to be. She wanted the power and intensity of this man. She parted her lips and his tongue ravished her, conquering and taking, staking a claim that was his to take. Before she realized his intent, his hand slid into the V of the robe and his fingers were touching the bare skin of her chest, then her breast, closing around it. She gasped into his mouth as his warm palm settled over the tightly pebbled nipple and he gently squeezed.
He murmured something against her lips and pulled away, only to grab her by the hips and lift her to sit on the back of the chair. A thrill shot through her belly at how easily he could lift her. It was a strange thing to be excited about, she thought just before he fisted the sleeves of the robe and pulled them down each shoulder to her elbows, baring both of her breasts to him. An embarrassed flush quickly stole over her. She’d never thought to bare herself to a man with all the lights in the room blazing and she realized she really hadn’t thought this through at all.
What if he kept the lights on the entire time? The door was locked from the outside. What if Zane came in? About a million other questions rushed through her mind at once, but every single one of them fell away when he buried his hand in her hair and brought her mouth to his again. Her hesitation was forgotten completely when his fingers went back to her breast, this time plucking the tightened peak and then rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Seductive pleasure moved through herbody like warm honey, turning her limbs heavy and making her entire body pulse and come alive.
She didn’t even realize she’d parted her thighs, seeking to get closer to him, until he stepped into the cradle of her hips and pressed his impossibly thick erection against her center which was already throbbing. When he pressed forward, she cried out softly and he tightened his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back, baring her neck to his hot, open mouth. She shifted restlessly. Even through the barrier of her robe and the towel she could feel herself become more aroused from the weight of him pressing against her, then from the friction as he moved, hitching his hips a bit forward to rock against her.
His mouth and tongue roved over the sensitive skin of her neck as he made his way downward, his tongue flicking into the hollow above her collarbone. When he kept moving downward, her breath stopped as she realized his destination. Every muscle in her body tensed, her hands clenching tight to his shoulders, almost afraid that he would stop. Then his mouth was there, his breath warming her skin, making her flesh prickle in anticipation. His fingers relinquished their hold on her nipple to move down to cup the flesh of her breast as an offering, just before his mouth closed hungrily over the sensitive tip, pulling it into the incredibly soft heat. Her cry filled the room as he sucked deep, sending pleasure shooting directly to her core, somehow making her ache even more for him. Of their own volition, her hips pressed forward, seeking that wonderfully hard part of him and he groaned with her nipple still in his mouth, the vibration of his voice tantalizing her already sensitive flesh. He flexed into her, pressing against her throbbing core, as he let go of her nipple only to move to the other one and start again.
Her legs had gone around his waist, struggling to somehow bring them into closer contact, but their clothing was in the way. Feeling her way down his shoulders, her palms skimmed overhis broad chest and flat stomach to the towel knotted at his hips. She tugged blindly until it finally gave way and she pushed it down so that he sprang gloriously free. His manhood was both hot and silky smooth against her palm as she explored him. He was so much larger than she’d thought a man would be. When she wrapped her fingers around him, they didn’t quite meet, giving her a quick burst of panic that he quickly extinguished by releasing her breast and taking her mouth again, forcing her attention back to him and his kiss.
Tightening her fingers around him, she stroked gently and he broke the kiss with a curse. She paused, thinking that she must have hurt him, but his hand covered hers and in a voice rough with pleasure, he whispered, “Again,” against her lips. More than happy to oblige, she repeated the movement with him guiding her, elated to realize that she could give him pleasure.
After a few more times, he groaned, biting her lip as he broke away. Reaching for him to pull him back, he brushed his lips against hers almost tenderly as he placed his hands beneath her bottom to pick her up and walk her to the bed. His eyes were dark, the pupils almost obliterating the ring of green, and the effect made him look so intense that another shiver of desire mingled with a bit of fear that she wouldn’t know how to handle this man once he was completely unleashed shook through her. Without breaking eye contact, he reached down and pulled the bedspread back, revealing the snowy-white sheets underneath. Then he sat her down on the edge of the bed, pulling purposefully at the robe. She tried to help, but her arms were caught in the sleeves.
“The back, the tie is in the back,” she managed to explain, grabbing at the belt. She gasped in surprise when he turned her so that her front pressed down into the mattress, but she didn’t care anymore when she felt him tugging at the knot. It gave way and he pulled the satin robe down, freeing her arms as he pulledit down her legs and then off completely. She started to turn around, but he pressed a hand to her lower back.
“Stay there.” His warm palm roved downward and she had a quick thought that he did indeed intend to spank her now. But he only squeezed the flesh of her bottom while his other hand caught in the bend of her knee and pulled it up to rest on the edge of the bed. “You’re beautiful.” There was unmistakable awe in his voice.
She somehow blushed anew at his observation. But he continued to look, the weight of his stare like a physical touch. The pause made her quite aware of her position and that she was open to him, nothing hidden from his view. Pressing her forehead to the bed, she went to move anyway, but his grip held firm on her knee. Then he did touch her, his fingers skimming over her bottom and downward to dip just a fingertip into her tight channel before moving down to the swollen bud that had been throbbing for his attention since he’d kissed her. “Jameson,” she moaned into the sheet.
Stepping forward and bending over her, his breath hot against her ear, he took the sensitive lobe between his teeth. “Hunter.”
“Hmm?” She pressed herself back against him, craving more contact.
“My name is Hunter.” Bringing his knee up to the edge of the bed behind hers, the tip of his shaft nudged at her entrance. “Say it.”
“Hunter,” she gasped and jerked at the unexpected contact. His hips flexed again, pressing himself against her as he moved in a gentle back-and-forth rhythm.
“You’re already ready for me,” he whispered, pleased, just before he buried his fingers in her hair and turned her head, taking her mouth in a deep kiss.
She wasn’t quite sure why that pleased him, but she didn’t care to reason it out just then and arched into him when hissilken erection nudged against that particularly sensitive spot he had touched earlier. His hand came around her thigh, parting her folds to allow his thumb to circle the swollen flesh, drawing a moan from her. He did it again and again, making her jump beneath his touch, until he stopped kissing her and lifted her other leg so that her knee pressed into the edge of the bed. Still bent over her, one hand held her steady while the other guided the tip of his shaft to find her. He pressed against her, pushing forward until it was just inside her. She groaned at how good the fullness of him felt, stretching her to fit him, and pushed herself back onto him, needing more. Both hands gripped her hips tight, holding her steady for him as he pushed forward, only stopping when the pressure turned to pain and she cried out.
“You really are a virgin?” His voice was rough with disbelief against her ear.
She nodded and tried to say something, but all that came out was “Mmm...” muffled against the sheets. The pain receded a fraction as he pulled back and she took a deep breath, but his fingers tightened on her hips and he pushed forward again, repeating the movement twice more until the strength of his hips pressed against her bottom as he sheathed himself completely within her with a soft growl. He fell forward then and was all around her. His chest at her back, the coarse hair of his legs against the backs of her thighs, his breath harsh and fast at her ear, his hard shaft buried deep inside her.
This was what it meant to be possessed by him, she thought as she lay there beneath him completely at his mercy. Then she couldn’t think anymore. His fingers found her again and he played with her, exerting soft pressure until her hips were thrashing, caught between his fingers and the mysterious throb of that incredibly large part of him inside her. The more she moved, the more frissons of pleasure rippled through her. Panting, she arched toward him, begging for more, and heshifted, pulling out a few inches just to push back into her in slow, gentle strokes, rocking into her.
