Beyond Bliss (17 page)

Legal Barbie?

Fuck him.

She stayed silent during the short ride, and when the car halted in front of their hotel, she pulled two twenties out of her clutch and tossed them on the seat before escaping as quickly as her damned heels would let her.

She moved quickly, and in less than three minutes, she was safely ensconced in her hotel suite.

Less than one minute later, pounding commenced at her door. “Sophie, open up.”

Her mouth twisted in a snarl. If he thought he was getting in her room tonight, he had another thing coming to him. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off her torturous heeled sandals. Her fingers were in the middle of a foot massage when the pounding at her door stopped.

She stared at it suspiciously, but nothing else happened.

Safe.

She’d have to face him tomorrow, and between now and then, she could figure out exactly what she was going to say to him.

He, who was so handsome, yet unyielding.

He, who confused the hell out of her.

She’d just slipped off the simple sheath dress she’d worn at dinner and was in the process of unhooking her bra when she heard the beep.

The beep she usually heard when she put her keycard into the door and it indicated she could access her room.

Chapter Fifteen

“You’re fucking drenched,” he muttered.

He growled, deep, guttural and withdrew his touch from her. She cried out, both at the sensation of his wet fingers as they gripped the skin of her ass and at the loss of his touch.

“Answer me,” he rasped out.

She almost came at the curt command, coated by the gritty, needy texture of his voice. 

Almost…

The pressure inside her turned sharp. Unable to bear the piercing sensation any longer, she relinquished the last vestiges of her control.

“Yes,” she whispered, her hips arching backward in a desperate plea for his touch.

He still demanded more.

“Who? Yes, who? Who do you need to fuck you?”

If her hips weren’t pinned in the firm grasp of his hands, she would have turned over and taken care of her orgasm on her own.

But they were, and even though she sought release, she wanted—no, needed it to come from him.

“You,” she panted. “I want you Lucas. I want you to fuck me, just you,” she managed to get out.

He teased her, rubbing the rough pad of his trembling index finger across her weeping slit. Somewhere, in the hazy depths of her mind, she realized his need was just as great as hers.

But still, it seemed as if he needed her complete submission.

“No one else?”

“No,” she nearly wept. “Just you, just you, will you just fuck me?” she begged shamelessly, past the edge of sanity.

Seconds ticked by. Her body hung in the suspended, combustible state he’d worked her into for what felt like an eternity.

Without warning, he positioned the plumb head of his cock against the swollen tissues of her opening and drove himself into the hilt, his strokes merciless.

Punishing.

“Oh my God,” she whispered as her body began to convulse.

She was wound so tightly that pleasure detonated, ripping through her body in volcanic waves the instant he filled her with his thick, hard cock.

Guttural sounds rumbled in his chest behind her, but the sounds were lost on her as he slammed into her clenched sheath repeatedly, even as she rode the tide of her climax.

A burst of white light exploded behind her closed eyes, hot and bright.

She hit the final crest, hard, mindless to everything but the sharp, sweet relief of pleasure and pain.

The light ebbed slowly as she edged into consciousness, her breathing unsteady, skin damp and trembling.

But his brutal pace didn’t diminish one bit.

Instead, it picked up, almost heedless of the orgasm that had just shredded every cell of her being. Her arms flat on either side of her head, she lay helplessly beneath him as he did everything in his power to meld their bodies into one.  Confusion flooded her expression when he withdrew suddenly. Even though she’d just come, the emptiness in her pussy ached uncomfortably, but then strong arms cradled her body, lifting her as if she were a rag doll. Shaken and disturbed by her earlier desperation and the primitive, almost animalistic way she’d let him take her, her head fell to the side as she avoided his gaze.

But he wasn’t having any of that.

He moved up the bed, setting her body down with care like she was the most fragile crystal before he turned her head to face him. He would see everything if she let him. She instantly shut her eyes.

“Open,” he murmured, and after what she’d just experienced, it was impossible to not know his meaning.

Just as impossible as it was to ignore the tight command in his voice.

She blinked open heavy, drugged eyelids and lost her breath at what she saw. Dark gray eyes burned into her like hot silver, and even though she’d been scared he would see everything, she was stunned by what he let her see. Desperation, need, and want just as strong as hers and … tenderness.

Her pulse beat wildly against the soft skin of her throat, and his thumb rubbed gently over it before he traced upward along the curve of her jaw before finally resting it on her swollen bottom lip.

“This is us,” he whispered, as his other hand lifted her right leg and hooked it around his waist.

Despite the way he now eased into her gently, a glaring contrast to earlier, her womb clenched tightly. He thrust shallowly, never once breaking his gaze from her, and even though the energy from her body had sapped out, her hips instinctively rose to meet his, to take him deeper.

And all the while she gave him her body, she realized she was giving him something else, too.

With each stroke and caress he bestowed upon her body, her heart battled with her body—each vying to see which could reach a higher plane. Warmth unfurled in her chest, a tight and pleasurable low burn that spread throughout her veins, that grew stronger as he moved within her.

It had never been like this.

Not when she’d been with Zach. Not even during the times she’d been with Lucas before.

Unbidden, her fingers wandered up to his face, tracing the sharp planes, the soft curve of his lips. A corner of his mouth tugged up, but his eyes stayed tenderly on hers, and all she could think was that this was how it was supposed to be.

She wanted to freeze this moment, stop time and hold this memory still for the rest of her life.

This time was more subtle but no less intense than the last. She felt her insides flutter, and she instinctively tightened around him. One of his hands slipped under her head, weaving itself into her hair and holding her head steady as his strokes slowed down but pushed harder. The pressure sweetened low in her belly and with each steady slam of his hips against her core, it got tighter, sweeter, hotter, until she couldn’t stand it any longer.

For the first time since he’d commanded her to open her eyes, she broke their gaze as her neck arched and climax overtook her. He pressed damp kisses along the exposed curve and words tumbled from her mouth as she rambled incoherently.

He soothed her body through the all-consuming orgasm, kissing and caressing her sensitized skin until it faintly registered that he was close to joining her. Even though her heart felt close to bursting, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and canted her hips up, allowing him deeper. When he looked down at her, surprise etched on his handsome face, she tightened around him and slipped her hands between them, the tips of her fingernails lightly grazing his balls.

“Sophie—Sophie, oh
fuck
,” he groaned as his forehead fell against hers. His tongue swept across her lips and she opened for him, allowing him to plunder her mouth until his cry of pleasure erupted as he found his release.

*****

It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours until another word was uttered. All she could hear was harsh breathing and the distant sound of gently crashing of waves against the shore. Her body felt languorously worn out, but it was the sweetest kind of fatigue she’d ever felt.

And they had discussed absolutely nothing.

She didn’t remember exactly who had started yelling after he’d barged into her room. He’d yelled about Kai, and she’d responded by taunting him. She could admit the truth to herself, she’d reacted immaturely, but he’d been absolutely unreasonable.

“You’re a jerk,” she murmured against his skin, her head nestled against his shoulder.

He pressed a kiss against the top of her head before responding, “I know.”

It took some effort and draw on her depleted energy reserves, but she raised her head to look at him. Even in the darkness, his handsome features looked peaceful and content. She frowned.

“You don’t exactly sound contrite.”

A corner of his mouth tugged up in a smirk she found both sexy and annoying. “The four orgasms I just gave you don’t count?” and then, “Ouch!”

His eyes flew open, and he glared at her. “Why’d you pinch me?”

“You deserved it. Those orgasms weren’t an apology. You were trying to mark your territory,” she huffed.

A wicked light glinted in his eyes as he rolled over so she was underneath him. Her breathing quickened, but then his expression turned serious. “Maybe the first few times. Not the last. Definitely not the last,” he whispered before dipping his head to sweetly kiss her. When he raised his head so they could both catch their breath, he kept her in his hold, tracing the contour of her face.

“The last time was different Sophie. You know that, don’t you?”

She was busy trying not to melt under his gaze and focus on the tiny sparks his touch left in its wake, but his words seeped into her very soul and she froze.

He ghosted his lips over hers lightly, nipping with his teeth. “Tell me you know it was different. Don’t lie to me, but admit the truth to yourself Sophie,” he murmured.

The words felt stuck in her throat, but she forced them out anyway. “I know,” she whispered.

He lifted his head and looked at her, his expression happy and boyish, making him look years younger. Warmth unfurled in her chest when he lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss against her knuckles. “You have no idea …”

She twisted slightly, turning her face from his so she could shut her eyes and regain her wits. Lucas was nearly impossible to resist, but
this
Lucas was deadly. Desperate to change the atmosphere, she blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“No, you have no idea, if you try to speak for me again,” she warned threateningly.

His face darkened. Whether it was due to her refusal to acknowledge what he was trying to say or at the implied mention of Kai, she didn’t know.

But she could handle this Lucas.

“I take care of what’s mine,” he grumbled. “And I’m not oblivious to your tactics right now, either. But I’ll let you have your way for now.”

She ignored him. “I’m not a possession, Lucas.”

“You’re mine.”

His words sent a dark thrill through her. She shuddered lightly but tried to push the feeling aside. “No, Lucas. The prize-winning cattle on your family ranch is yours. I’m not livestock. I don’t belong to you or to anyone.”

She gasped at the unexpected intrusion when he slipped a finger between her folds. Her traitorous body leapt awake when he added soft kisses along the curve of her shoulder, but she struggled to hold onto sanity. “Aren’t you going to respond to me?” she asked breathlessly.

He turned her face so that his gaze bore into her once more. His eyes were alight with something she couldn’t place – none of the earlier anger, humor, or tenderness although it was tinged with warmth.

An uneasy feeling began to form, but was soon forgotten when he whispered, “I don’t want to argue with you … but I agree, you’re not livestock. You’re much more precious.”

And his mouth descended once more as he proceeded to make her forget her annoyances, her reservations, and her middle name.

Chapter Sixteen

Sophie had just finished buckling her seatbelt when he pushed up the armrest between them and leaned over, his lips barely touching her soft earlobe. “If you get nervous during the flight, we can always go check out the bathroom,” he whispered suggestively, his warm breath caressing the sensitive shell of her ear.

She tried to give him a stern look, but she couldn’t help the shocked giggle that escaped her when he wiggled his eyebrows at her and winked.

In the recesses of her mind, it dawned on her that she giggled.

Giggled.

She was in some seriously deep shit.

The only way she could describe the last week was idyllic. Their days were a mix of business and recreation. At the office, Lucas was usually the first one in and last one out, so the first time he’d suggested doing something that didn’t have to do with sex or business, she’d looked at him in surprise.