A Stormy Spring (7 page)

Stunned by his physical strength she dropped the bag.

‘You little wildcat,’ he muttered in her ear and heeled the door shut.

Strong arms caught her tight to his body as he lifted her off the floor.

Panic had her feet kick and she thrust her head back, narrowly missing cracking his jaw.

Her jacket was stripped and tossed on the floor and she found herself flying through the air to land on her back on the bed. Air whooshed out of her lungs and Lucas was on top of her pinning her to the mattress.

Becca attempted a scissor kick and her fists flew.

The ease with which one big hand caught her wrists above her head had her panting frantic little breaths in her throat.

When he removed her scarf, wound it tight around her wrists and tied it to a thick steel bed post, Becca went stiff with alarm.

Her eyes flew to his and she swallowed an outrageous need to giggle.

‘You
cannot
be serious?’ she gasped up into his wicked face divided between utter terror and sheer delight.

His lips were merely an inch from hers. Dear heaven, he smelt wonderful.

Like a warrior she battled the impulse to kiss his fabulous mouth.

‘Untie me at once,’ she demanded in her best do-not-mess-with-me tone.

‘No. You like this,’ he told her as his hips pinned her to the bed.

Indeed she did like it.

He rocked his pelvis and his erection jabbed into the soft flesh of her tummy.

Becca had never been tied to a bed or to anything else in her life. Naturally she’d heard of such things but it had never entered her head to play sex games. He’d complete control of what was happening to her and she was torn between a heady excitement and healthy fear.

His lips danced a soft shoe shuffle along her jaw.

She turned her head away but merely succeeded in exposing the delicate skin of her neck to his hungry mouth.

‘You have a very bad temper, baby. That is the second time you have lost it with me and you must be punished for it. I am going to make you scream with pleasure,
querida
,’ he promised in her ear. His accent was stronger, the tone deeper and it vibrated through her blood to pool in a hot liquid between her legs that almost made her moan. Her breasts swelled under him, her nipples now hot, hard buds of arousal.

The tiny whimper of surrender that escaped from her throat in spite of herself had her snap her teeth at his jaw.

He simply gave a deep throaty laugh. ‘Naughty, naughty girl.’

His mouth swooped and caught hers at last. Thank God. His tongue stroked, slid and danced with hers. He plundered, ravished her mouth and demanded everything she had to give. Heart pounding in her ribs Becca was with him every step of the way.

Lucas eased back, those dark intense eyes filled with arousal as he studied her flushed face.

‘More,’ was that husky voice hers?

For a split second, she wondered where he was going as he rose to his feet. Surely he wasn’t going to leave her like this, tied to his bed in a sea of lust?

Dark eyes burned into hers as he pulled off his sweater and tossed it.

Her mouth went bone dry. The man worked out. His toned body showcased a washboard flat stomach, a narrow waist and the dark silky hair of an inverted V that disappeared inside the loose waist of his low slung jeans.

Then his fingers undid the button, slid down the zip and she gasped.

Yes!

Commando!

Lucas stripped to his skin and simply stood watching Becca as she fought for control, still fully dressed and bound to his bed.

His body was ready to rock and roar with hunger for her. She was like pure fire burning in his blood. After almost a week of nothing but hot dreams having the real thing tied to his bed made his cock ready to explode.

‘More,’ she said again and the tone now was not one of a nervous girl. It was all woman who was more than ready for her lover.

She was terribly aroused, her nipples under her thin vest beaded and swelled under his hot gaze. Her full mouth was swollen from his kisses and her breath was labouring in her throat. Oh yes, Becca was loving every single minute of this.

He had no idea what had possessed him to tie her to his bed. It wasn’t something he’d considered before, but he had to admit the concept was one of his better ideas. By Becca’s flushed features and the manic twinkle in her eye she was not averse to the idea although she had doubts. Well that was fine, he had doubts too. But Becca was in the driving seat even if she didn’t know it.

‘I am going to strip you now. If you say stop I will stop. It is up to you how far we go with this.’

Lucas didn’t miss the hot flash of lust in her eye. Neither did he miss the low moan in her throat.

Slowly he removed her boots, her socks. He ran the nail of his thumb over the tender skin of the sole of her foot, under her right instep. She jerked in his hand. By the time he’d finished with the left foot she was trembling. He crawled up her body and straddled her. His powerful erection rested against the exposed skin between her jeans and her vest and her eyes grew huge as she watched him. The pink tip of her tongue licked her top lip and he swooped to capture, to taste and to plunder.

His need of her only intensified the hunger of his brutal pillage of her soft, tender mouth. No woman, he thought dimly, had ever made him suffer like this.

More action this time with his tongue pushing in and out of her mouth, harder and rougher. He took and took and she gave and gave until he had to force himself back.

Settling between her thighs, he hissed in a breath rocking his aching cock against the cradle of her jeans.
It felt fabulous
. Her gasp of shock had him kiss her in a merciless possession that had her strain against the tie at her narrow wrists.

He sat, still straddling her, and picked up a pair of sharp scissors. Her eyes went wide as he slid the blade up her vest, snipping the straps, exposing her small breasts to his gaze. Her skin was as clear as fresh cream. The nipples a dusky pink that beaded and strained towards him. Again he settled between her thighs. A single hard thrust of his hips, skin on denim, made her breasts bounce.

His cock was bursting with need for her now. He rocked it again and again between her thighs, the deep pleasure a blissful pain.

He decided to pay particular attention to those sweet little nipples. When his mouth closed over one her back arched off the bed. He suckled hard and bit gently on the tender flesh before popping the damp tip, rosy and hard from his mouth, and blowing on it. Her throaty sob speared straight to his euphoric cock and he turned his attention to her other breast. She was so amazingly responsive to him. Her breasts were so finely tuned to his caresses she truly humbled him. He could lick and tease her for hours. God he wanted her sex, he wanted to taste to feast on her.

He kept his voice low and soft as her breath hitched in her throat.

‘You want me. Look at your body. I am going to take off your jeans and panties. Tell me stop and I will.’

Praying that she wouldn’t test him he quickly removed her clothes in one fast tug leaving her naked, exposed and still tied to his bed.

At his leisure he looked his fill.

‘You are so fucking gorgeous.’

Becca squirmed. Her skin flushed a deep rose with desire and mortification. And he wondered just how far he could go with her.

‘Bend your knees,
querida.
’

Her eyes stayed on his and he read confusion as well as excitement as she slowly bent her legs.

‘Open your legs. Drop your knees to the bed.’

She shook her head pressing her knees together.

Lucas moved to the side of the bed and bent over to capture her mouth. He punished her with his tongue as his fingers tormented and his palms rolled her nipples making her sob into his mouth and strain against the ties at her wrist. He didn’t stop until her knees dropped, opened, exposing her core to his gaze.

He moved to the bottom of the bed and looked his fill at the beautiful heart of her femininity. The lips were swollen with the blood of her arousal. She wept for his touch and the low moan that escaped from her throat told him she was his.

Christ, she was fucking beautiful and the orgasm in his shaft made a desperate bid for freedom. He swallowed. Twice.

He dropped to his knees, sliding his hands under the taut cheeks of her bare bottom, lifting her core to his mouth.

‘You are so beautiful,
querida
. So ready and wet and aroused. Relax and let me taste you.’

His first lick of her flesh had her scream loud and long as pleasure overwhelmed him. She tasted so sweet. His tongue tip snaked across that sensitive bud and she screamed again as he licked her with a flat tongue before suckling her pulsating clitoris. She came hard and fast into his mouth and he loved it. But he didn’t let her rest. He kept going, his thumb constantly stimulating that little bud even as his fingers thrust into her hard and fast. He laid the full weight of his body across her hips to keep her still and she was sobbing, shuddering with release after release as she surrendered her body to him.

He untied and lifted her, holding her limp body close as he carried and placed her quivering torso face down over the arm of the couch. Becca’s pert ass was raised high in the air. He turned her face to the side so he could see her expression making sure she was on tip-toe and her legs were spread wide.

He slid on a condom as she closed her eyes tight.

‘I am going to take you hard now,
querida
. If you want me to stop say so.’

Her reply was a whine in her throat.

Without mercy he took her hard and he took her fast.

Watching himself pound into her made him even harder. Her high sobs were perfectly synchronised with his thrusts and he went faster and faster as her hands desperately searched for an anchor, her fingers stabbing into the plush velvet fabric of the couch as she wailed out her orgasm loud and long.

The constant high grade sting in his loins that he’d lived with for over a week now speared like mercury from his heels to the top of his head as his body convulsed.

‘
Cristo!
’ The most amazing orgasm of his entire life ricocheted in half pleasure half pain into his balls, tightening them so fast and furious he cried out loud with the sensation of his soul being ripped from his body. He poured his seed into her and her body milked him again and again as he collapsed.

Gasping breaths heaving out of exhausted lungs, they were both covered in a fine sheen of sweat and Lucas became aware that Becca was shaking uncontrollably under him, sobbing convulsively into a sofa cushion.

Alarm had him lift her, carry her to his bed and lay her down.

Gentle fingers stroked her hair away from her hot face.

‘
Querida
! Did I hurt you?’

And he saw with heady relief she was laughing.

‘Oh my God, what on earth was that? Why do you need to take me from behind?’

He kissed the soft spot under her ear and inhaled her musky womanly scent. His hands stroked along her hip bone and down her flank.

‘I love your bottom. I cannot get enough of it. Watching me love you is the most amazing experience.’

‘Is it normal to orgasm like this?’

‘I hope so.’

He caught her to him, spooning her in his arms and loving it.

But a sharp blade of anxiety slid into Lucas’s deep sense of well being.

Becca had rocked his world and was totally unaware of the fact.

And she’d made it clear she didn’t want a relationship.

He should be a happy man that he’d found a woman who didn’t want commitment and didn’t want or demand anything from him.

So why did it feel so wrong?

Because he wanted a relationship with her.

He wanted a commitment from her.

Nuzzling the silky scented hair, Lucas rested his cheek there.

‘While you are sleeping with me you do not sleep with anyone else.’

Her jolt of shock was the answer he wanted.

She turned in his arms to look up into his face, blue eyes wide as they searched his.

‘Of course. I assume that goes for you too?’

Bewildered that she would think anything else, Lucas frowned.

‘I have no need of another woman while you are in my bed,
querida
.’

‘Not even Willow Bailey?’

Lucas didn’t want to think about the threats he’d made to the actress’s agent earlier in the day. It hadn’t been his finest hour. He could have handled it better, but he was in a rush to see Becca and he did not want anything to interfere with what they might have together.

‘Do not believe everything you read in the tabloids, Becca.’

‘I don’t. If I did I wouldn’t be here.’

He smiled down into her face, kissed the pout from her lips.

‘So you trust me a little,
querida
?’

The heat scorching her cheeks made him kiss her harder.

Becca pressed soft kisses along his throat.

‘Hmm, I let you tie me up, you wicked man. I don’t know what I was thinking.’

‘You know I would never hurt you.’

‘I also know Willow. It’s well known she’s a couple of cents short of a dollar, Lucas. What on earth were you thinking?’

He rolled her on her back and loomed above her as she wound slim arms around his neck.

‘How do you know her?’ he asked in a low throaty growl.

With Becca’s fluttering eyelashes distracting him, his heart did a weird somersault in his chest.

‘I work in musical theatre. She has a ... er ... certain reputation for being a limpet.’

‘I cannot talk about her,’ he said and kissed away the crease in her brow. ‘Business.’

Those beautiful eyes went very serious. ‘You need to be careful. Willow’s vulnerable, Lucas. She’s had a very tough time.’

Since he had absolutely no interest in Willow’s tough time, Lucas devoted himself purely to Becca’s pleasure and his own.

Once he’d wrung every last moan from her, he collapsed on top of her and she took his weight without a murmur. As he turned her in his arms and tucked her head under his chin, his thigh was thrust between hers and he indulged himself by luxuriating in the feel of her fingertips stroking lazy circles on his ass cheek.