She rubbed against him and he wanted to pull up her skirt so he could touch her sweetness. He wanted to drop his mouth to her br**sts. Despite the fact that they were dancing in a darkened corner, he restrained himself.
“I want to put my mouth all over you,” he muttered against her mouth. “I want to taste you. I want to make you so hot you can’t stand it and beg me for more. I want to slide deep inside you and fill you all the way.”
She pressed her open mouth against his in sexual invitation. He kissed her once more, taking her mouth in only a fraction of the way he wanted to take her body. “There are beds with curtains by the pool. I could take you there.”
“Oh,” she said, taking in a quick, sharp breath. She met his gaze, her eyes full of wanting. “I don’t know. It’s so—”
“Decadent,” he said. “Primal.”
“Yes.” She took another breath.
“It’s up to you. I won’t force you. I’m going outside to one of those beds. I have protection,” he assured her. “We won’t go any further than you want to go.”
She licked her lips and he couldn’t withhold a groan.
Her eyes widened at the sound. “I can’t promise—”
“No promises,” he said. “Just pleasure. I’ll wait there for fifteen minutes,” he said and pressed his mouth against hers before he walked away.
She would join him. He was confident of it. He should be feeling more of a sense of triumph. Especially for the larger goal of getting information from her. Instead, though, what he wanted more than anything was to feel her arms and legs wrap around him while he plunged inside her with nothing between them but skin and pounding blood. Damn, if he could explain it, but he wanted her affection and devotion, too.
Emma felt as if her brain had been scrambled. During the last three minutes, all her mental electrical circuits had fried to smithereens. “Come on, rational brain. Save me,” she muttered as she glanced in the direction of the deserted beds by the pool. The beds featured curtains that shielded against prying eyes.
Damien Medici had just issued the wildest invitation she’d ever received in her life. Did she have the nerve to accept it? Perspiration dotted her forehead. Did she have the good sense and fortitude to turn him down or, if necessary, just run away to her suite upstairs?
Emma took another sip of the martini, despite the fact that she knew it wouldn’t help clear her mind. Every fiber of her being craved Damien. She wanted to feel his skin against hers. She wanted him to make her moan. She wanted to make him groan.
If she followed her sensible self, she would run. It was insane.
It was also a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
She knocked back the rest of her martini and pushed aside her professional concerns. For the next hour or two, she wouldn’t think about MD. She would think about Damien and her.
Walking toward the beds by the pool, she had second and third thoughts. She kept walking, though, glancing at the loungers, roped off from the crowd inside and on the patio. A little further and she began to feel uneasy. Perhaps she should go to her room. Perhaps this was totally insane. Itwas totally insane, but maybe he was worth the insanity.
Emma walked past one more bed and felt the chicken in her start to squawk. Stopping, she took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. She felt her nerve begin to dissolve.
Maybe…
“Emma,” Damien’s voice, low, but strong, reached out to her. “I’m here.”
Sucking in another deep breath, she slowly turned toward him. He stood just outside one of the poolside beds, the light outlining his tall, powerful frame.
Wanting washed over her. She wanted to be with him. She wanted to touch him. Gathering her nerve, she walked toward him. “I almost left,” she confessed, looking into his face, half shielded by the darkness.
“I’m glad you didn’t,” he said and lifted his hand to her hair.
“Come inside,” he coaxed.
With only his hand on her hair, she followed him inside, distantly aware of the swish of draperies closing behind her. The music from the live band played from a speaker in the pool area, adding to the sensuality of the atmosphere.
“Put your arms around me,” he told her, and she did.
“This is crazy,” she said, inhaling his scent from his open shirt.
“Yeah,” he said, rubbing his forehead and nose against hers as he slid one hand underneath her hair and the other around the back of her waist. “Wanna stop?”
Her heart tripped over itself. “No,” she whispered.
He pressed the small of her back, guiding her pelvis against his arousal. She felt herself grow hotter with each movement. The air inside the curtained area grew more steamy with each passing breath.
His movements were carnal and suggestive. She wasn’t the least bit threatened, though. She wanted more. Lifting her head, she met his gaze and he guided her against him in a rhythm as old as time.
He swore, pulling her mouth against his and squeezing her bottom. Her heart raced and she felt light-headed. She had never felt this much want, this much need.
Tugging blindly at his shirt, she fumbled with his buttons. He pushed her hand aside and loosened them himself. She spread her hands over his warm, muscled flesh. So strong, so male.
His strength was an aphrodisiac. Distantly sensing his hands on the buttons of her blouse, she felt a draft of air on her back and her chest as her blouse dipped to her chest. One, two, three more seconds and her bra seemed to dissolve.
Her br**sts meshed with his chest and she couldn’t withhold a moan. He thrust his tongue into her mouth while he stroked the sides of her br**sts. Her ni**les peaked even though he hadn’t touched them. Lower, she grew wet and swollen.
“So sweet, so good,” he said, sliding his mouth down her throat, down her chest to her breast.
Emma held her breath, wanting, aching for more.
He gently pushed her back on the lush lounge and followed her down, taking one of her ni**les into his mouth.
She arched toward him in pleasure and need. “Oh, Damien.”
“I love the sound of my name on your lips,” he muttered, sliding his lips down to her abdomen, pushing away her skirt. He skimmed his hand beneath her satin panties and found her most sensitive spot with unerring ease.
Emma shuddered at his intimate touch. She felt her body tighten with each stroke of his fingers, each breath that blew over her bare belly. He dipped lower and took her with his mouth.
Pleasured in a way she’d never experienced, she felt as if he were claiming her with his hands, with his mouth. Of its own volition her body shook with the beginning waves of cl**ax.
Pulling away just before she soared, he skimmed his mouth back up her body. Every cell inside her was begging for him to finish her, to fill her up and take her the rest of the way. Her craving for him stole her breath.
“Inside,” she said, clinging to his shoulders, drowning in his black gaze full of potent arousal. “Inside.”
He pushed down his slacks and pulled on protection, then pushed her thighs apart. “Hold on tight,” he said in a voice rough with need. Then he thrust inside her in one mind-blowing stroke.
He filled her, stretching her so that she could barely catch her breath. The way he took her, the way he looked at her felt somehow primitive, as if he was laying claim to her and she would never be the same. Her heart pounding with overwhelming sensations and feelings, Emma couldn’t tear her eyes from his. She lifted her hand to his face, touching his scar. He closed his eyes for a heartbeat, then rubbed his mouth over her hand.
He began to pump and the pleasure inside her quickly built again. The need edging toward desperation tightened. With each thrust, he took her higher and higher.
“I want it all, Emma. Give it all to me,” he muttered.
His demand, his powerful thrusts and all the feelings she was experiencing were too much. Her body clenched him and a deep spasm of pleasure shot her into a realm of ecstasy she’d never experienced. A second later, he stiffened and swore, shuddering in cl**ax. The experience was so powerful it took her a full moment to begin to breathe again.
Feeling his heartbeat pound against hers, she opened her eyes, half wondering if the earthquake that had taken place between them had brought down their outdoor boudoir if not the entire hotel.
She met his gaze to find him looking at her with an expression of primitive possession and a twinge of surprise. “I knew there was something between us, but—”
“It surprised me, too,” she said, breathless.
“I want you to join me in my suite,” he said and pulled an extra key card from the pocket of his slacks as he got dressed. He handed her the key. “I want more time with you.”
Taking his cue that it was time to get dressed, she gathered her wits, pulled on her clothes and slipped his key into her small purse. She met his gaze. “Is that an order?”
“Not at all,” he said, leaning toward her and rubbing his mouth against hers. He arranged her blouse and smoothed her hair. The considerate gesture took her by surprise. “An invitation. You go first. I don’t want to leave you here by yourself.”
Her heart squeezed at his admission. “Why not?”
“Because you’re wearing the irresistible expression of a woman who’s just been thoroughly—” He broke off. “Trust me. One look at you and the hounds will be at your heels. Leave first and I’ll catch up with you.”
Feeling off-kilter, she stepped into her sandals and took a few deep breaths. She glanced back at him.
“I’ll catch up in just a minute,” he said.
She peeked out of the curtain and, seeing no one, she walked outside. The tropical breeze played over her skin, soothing her as she walked on the concrete next to the pool. What had she just done? she asked herself. Although Emma’s sexual history was rather sparse, she couldn’t recall any experience that had exploded with such passion. Physically, it had been unbelievable, but there’d been something deeper going on between them…unless she’d imagined it. And should she dare go to his room? Was she out of her mind?