When he did pull away, it was to clean up the mess he’d made. He bent Tori back over his arm, and she offered up her throat and breasts to him. He started with her neck, tasting and teasing her with his tongue as he licked every drop of chocolate from her skin. The scalding heat of his lips moved down her chest, following the berry’s path to curl around each breast. He bathed each nipple, coaxing it into painfully hard peaks, then biting gently until she cried out.
By now, Tori was certain the chocolate was long gone, but Wade was nothing if not thorough. He traveled back up to her lips and murmured against them, “It’s almost time. I don’t want you to miss seeing it.”
He spun Tori in his arms until she was facing the window and the chaotic scene below. She felt oddly exposed, standing completely naked in front of the glass. It was an exhilarating feeling. Dangerous, yet safe, since no one could see her. Firm hands pressed at her back until she bent forward and braced her hands against the glass. Wade’s palm glided leisurely down her spine. He gripped her hips, tugging her bottom back against his hard desire.
“One minute to go. Let’s see if you can last that long.” Wade sought out her moist center with his fingers. They glided expertly over her, coaxing the building tension of release deep inside.
Tori’s fingers clutched uselessly at the glass, but it was all she could do. In front of her there was nothing but the lights of the cityscape, as though they were making love on the roof. She gasped as a finger penetrated her, her muscles tightening around him. A wave of pleasure rocked her, but it wasn’t enough. “Wade,” she said, an edge of desperation creeping into her voice.
“Fifteen seconds.” He leaned over her and placed a burning kiss between her shoulder blades.
Tori glanced over her shoulder and saw him kick aside his trousers. Soon. Thank goodness. She needed him now. All of him. “Ten, nine, eight,” she whispered as the numbers began counting down, the building pressure of her orgasm certain to beat the clock. “Seven, six, five.”
His fingers glided over her moist flesh, taking her closer to the edge. “Four, three, two, one,” Wade said, thrusting inside her at the stroke of midnight.
The infamous ball dropped to the base, the number of the New Year lighting up, but Tori hardly gave it a glance before closing her eyes and absorbing the pleasurable impact on her body. He barely moved in her before she came undone. As the cheers and shouts rang out in the city below, Tori heard only her own cries.
Wade filled her, pushed her, thrilled her and touched her as no man ever had before. He took her to a place she hadn’t known existed, and she wanted to stay there with him in this moment forever.
“Oh, Wade,” she gasped as the last throbs of pleasure dissipated.
Wade’s arms snaked around her waist, tugging her up until her bare back pressed against his chest. “I could make love to you all night and never have enough.”
“There’s quite a few hours left,” she teased, breathless.
“Is that a challenge?” he asked, thrusting hard into her.
Tori laughed and tightened her muscles around him. “Absolutely.”
In one quick move Wade pulled away and swept Tori up into his arms. She squealed in surprise, but before she could recover, he dropped her, bouncing, to the bed.
He was back over her in an instant, driving into her body with renewed fervor. The laughter died in her throat as the pleasure began coursing through her veins once again. This time when her release came, so did his. He groaned low against her neck and lost himself inside her body.
Tori cradled him against her as his trembling arms and legs threatened to give way beneath him. After he caught his breath, she tipped his chin up so he could look at her. There was a green fire blazing in his eyes, and she was pleased she was responsible for it. She brought her lips to his, this kiss tender and meaningful.
“Happy New Year, Wade.”
* * *
The rest of the champagne was forgotten, the strawberries abandoned. Wade didn’t care. He had his red-haired beauty in his arms, and that was all he wanted. For the first time in months—hell, years—Wade felt at peace. It was possible that he’d never felt like this. The world was stable on its axis. Tori had done that. The woman whose spirit he had been determined to crush so he could get what he wanted.
Now, with her head resting on his chest and the flaming silk of her hair sprawled over her shoulders and his stomach, he knew he couldn’t go through with it. His plan to seduce her had backfired.
The implications were dire. It made him almost sick to his stomach to think of what it might mean for his family. If the body was ever uncovered, it would ruin everything. But that was his mistake. His price to pay. Not Tori’s.