Overnight Sensation (14 page)

He slanted his mouth across hers, deepening the kiss, wanting to consume her, to eat her alive. She made a whimpering sound of need and arched against him, gliding her hands up over his shoulders to pull him closer. “I’ve wanted this, too,” she whispered raggedly. “It’s all I’ve thought about…you, in my arms.”

Her words were intoxicating. He needed to be closer, with nothing separating them. He wanted to feel her skin against his, to absorb her heat. He pushed her camisole higher, wanting it gone completely, needing to see her. She helped him by pulling it over her head, and then she was completely naked but for the minuscule scrap of white silk at her crotch.

He almost stopped breathing.

Then he filled his hands with her breasts, admiring how full and firm they were, and how her nipples ripened beneath his fingers.

“Oh, God,” she panted, shifting restlessly against him. “You have to touch me or I swear, I’m just going to die.”

“But I am touching you,” he rasped, smiling against her neck.

“No, I mean—you have to touch me…there.”

Her plea was desperate, and lust jackknifed through Garrett. With a groan, he claimed her mouth, while at the same time he smoothed his hand down over the silken skin of her abdomen until he encountered the edge of her panties. With any other woman, he’d have slowed down. He’d have taken his time reaching this point, stretched the anticipation out over days, maybe even weeks. But he knew time was something they didn’t have. Per the script—and in reality—this might be their only time together, and he wanted to experience all of her. Still, he hesitated.

Ivy made an incoherent sound of need and covered his hand with her own, pushing it downward. Requiring no further invitation, Garrett cupped her through the thin layer of silk. She was hot, and the fabric was wet with her desire. He could feel the soft contours of her folds through the insubstantial barrier, but it wasn’t enough.

Pulling away from her, he reared up on his knees and positioned himself between her legs. Ivy watched him through glittering, half-closed eyes as he drew her panties down over her hips. She helped him by raising her legs and kicking the filmy material free, and then, there she was, completely exposed to his gaze.

Garrett thought he’d never seen anything as erotic or beautiful as Ivy James, spread naked across his bed with her knees bent. She stole his breath. Her feminine folds enticed him from beneath a narrow strip of dark curls.

“Oh, man,” he groaned, “you are so incredibly, amazingly perfect.” More perfect than even his Cinema Scope fantasies had imagined. Ivy James on the big screen couldn’t hold a candle to Ivy James in the flesh. He cupped her with one hand. Her skin was like the softest silk. When he parted her and slid a finger along her slick cleft, she cried out and arched against his hand.

“I need you…” she panted “…inside me.”

Garrett grew even harder at her words. “Soon, baby,” he promised. “There’s just something I have to do first.”

He pushed himself backward, then knelt on the floor by the edge of the bed and edged his hands beneath her buttocks. He devoured the sight of her, pink and plump and glistening with need, before trailing moist kisses along her inner thigh. She trembled beneath his touch. When he reached her core, he breathed in her scent, then pressed a kiss directly to her center. She bucked and cried out, clutching his head.

“I love the way you taste,” he ground out, skating his lips along her inner thigh. “I love how good you smell.”

Garrett was in heaven. Sweet, delicious heaven. He positioned her legs so they draped over his shoulders as he laved her with his tongue, while she made soft noises of intense pleasure and speared her fingers through his hair. Her breath came faster and the sounds she was making turned frantic. When he concentrated his efforts on the tiny bud of her clitoris and pushed his fingers into her, she bowed off the mattress and her whole body tautened until, with a cry of satisfaction, she convulsed beneath him.

IVY COULDN’T THINK. She could only lie sprawled across the bed, a helpless victim of the delicious aftershocks of what was possibly the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Okay, definitely the most intense. Her entire body thrummed with sexual gratification. She was trembling. Sated and boneless, she was unprepared when Garrett slid his arms beneath her unresisting body and hefted her more fully onto the bed so that her legs no longer dangled over the side.

“What…?”

“Shh. Just trying to get us both a little more comfortable.”

She saw him wince as he settled himself alongside her, and only then did she remember.

“Ohmigod. Your knee!” She attempted to push herself to a sitting position so she could see for herself if he was okay, but he caught her wrists and pinned them gently but firmly over her head. She’d known he was a big man, yet it wasn’t until he was over her like this, with her breasts flattened against his chest, that she realized just how large he really was.

He smiled down at her in a way that caused something in her heart to contract. His eyes were hot as they raked her features. “It’s not my knee that’s bothering me, sweetheart.”

He shifted against her, and there it was—the unmistakable thrust of his erection against her hip. Ivy’s breath hitched, and delicious memories of their previous encounter swamped her imagination.

“Maybe this time,” she murmured, her gaze fastened on his delectable mouth, “you’ll let me finish what I started last night.”

“I’m counting on it.”

He released her wrists and Ivy rolled toward him, gliding a hand up over his chest to his shoulder. She wanted to touch him everywhere. His skin was like hot satin beneath her fingers. Hooking a leg over his thigh, she pressed intimately against him, reveling in the feel of him, hard and pulsing, against the juncture of her thighs. She slid a hand between their bodies and cupped him through the stretchy material of his briefs, loving how he jerked beneath her fingers.

“Oh, my,” she murmured appreciatively, and slipped her fingers beneath the waistband to take him in her hand, dragging a little grunt from him.

Garrett dropped his head to her shoulder. “Oh, man,” he said raggedly, “that almost feels too good.”

Ivy had to agree. He felt incredible in her palm. She stroked her thumb over the knob of his erection, feeling the slick moisture there.

“I think you have too many clothes on,” she whispered, pressing her lips against his chest and flicking her tongue over a nipple. “Can we do something about that?”

“You bet.” His response was immediate. He pushed his briefs off and kicked them free. And there he was, as muscular as the rest of him, rising thick and rigid against the flatness of his stomach. Ivy’s mouth went dry as she thought of that part of him inside her.

She dragged her gaze upward, forcing herself to look into his eyes. They were as dark as hammered bronze, and turbulent with passion. For her. A primal thrill coursed through her at the raw desire on his face, even as a niggling fear uncoiled itself from somewhere deep within her.

It wasn’t a physical fear as much as it was a realization that he was completely different from any man she’d ever been involved with, and she could so easily become addicted to him. Which was crazy. As she’d told herself already, this might be their only time together. They might not have more than these few hours. She knew instinctively that her heart was in danger, but suddenly didn’t care. She wanted him. All of him. Any way she could have him. She wouldn’t think about what tomorrow might bring, or the day after. He was there with her now, and that was all that mattered.

“I want this so much. But are you sure about this?” she asked. Her voice was almost inaudible.

Garrett gave a strangled laugh. “Sweetheart, when I’m around you, the only thing I am sure of is how badly I want you.”

This time, there was no question in Ivy’s mind that he was talking about her, and her desire for him kicked up a notch. All she could think about was getting closer to him. He took her hand and guided it back to him, and Ivy needed no further incentive to wrap her fingers around him. He pulsed strongly against her palm. God, he was so hot. And hard. And as smooth as satin beneath her fingertips.

She slid her hand down the length of his shaft and felt a surge of possessive pride when he sucked his breath in sharply and then buried his face against her neck. Knowing she affected him so strongly was intoxicating. Ivy continued to stroke him, tentatively at first and then with growing confidence as he groaned softly and bent his head to her breast, capturing her nipple in his mouth and drawing deeply on it.

And there it was again. The throbbing that made her long to wrap her legs around him and bring him completely inside her.

“Garrett,” she whispered against his hair, “please…”

He raised his head from her breast and his eyes were startlingly bright. “Yeah?”

“Please, Garrett…I want you. Inside me.”

“Ah, sweetheart…I’m all yours. But, damn, I almost forgot.” He slanted her a crooked grin and then reached over the edge of the bed to fumble with his discarded jeans. When he came back up, he held a small foil package.

A condom! God, she hadn’t even thought about protection. She wondered briefly if he’d had protection when he was with Helena, and then pushed the thought away. She didn’t want to think about Helena, and she especially didn’t want to think of Helena with Garrett, doing this. For tonight, at least, he was all hers.

She watched as he covered himself and positioned himself above her. Then he lifted one of her legs and laid it across his back, opening her for him. He stroked a finger along the cleft of her womanhood and Ivy gasped at the exquisite sensation. Pleasure lashed through her. When she felt the smooth knob of his erection nudging against her, she raised her hips in invitation.

“Do you want me to stop?” His voice was rough, his breathing coming in hard pants. His gaze didn’t waver as he stared down at her.

“No. Please, no.”

With his eyes fixed on hers, he gave one powerful thrust and buried himself fully in her heat. His possession of her was so total that she almost stopped breathing.

“Oh, God,” she whispered, and closed her eyes.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Ivy opened her eyes. He braced himself above her, his expression intense. Then, with their gazes locked on each other, he began to move, pumping hard and deep. Ivy cried out as he filled her, and clutched mindlessly at his shoulders. He captured her mouth with his, sweeping his tongue against hers. His hands cupped her buttocks and lifted her to better meet the bone-melting thrusts of his hips against hers. Ivy arched against him and raised both legs to wrap them around his lean hips.

“That’s it,” he rasped against her mouth. “You’re incredibly tight. Am I hurting you?”

“No,” she managed to gasp. “It’s just been a while since—You feel so good.”

Ivy had never experienced anything so all-consuming. He drove out every conscious thought she had. There was only him, connected to her.

She was being swept upward in a vortex of sensations, clinging helplessly to his shoulders, almost sobbing with the fierceness of her need. He was moving faster now, pumping into her with increasing urgency. He lifted his head to look at her. His features were taut, and a vein pulsed strongly in his neck. He was close to climaxing, and again, knowing that she was responsible was a powerful aphrodisiac. Liquid heat flooded to the spot where he stroked her and heightened the sharpness of her desire.

“Garrett,” she cried brokenly, as she felt her own orgasm building again, even more powerful than earlier.

He smoothed the damp tendrils of her hair back from her face. “I’m here,” he breathed huskily. “I’m right here with you, babe.” He ground his hips against hers, thrusting deeper, until he filled her completely. “I want you to come again.”

His words pushed her over the edge.

“Oh, oh,” Ivy gasped, and Garrett caught her small, frantic cries with his mouth, tangling his tongue with hers as he moved faster, harder, pushing her higher with each mind-shattering thrust of his hips.

Ivy climaxed in a blinding white-hot rush of pleasure. Garrett bucked against her and gave a harsh cry, and she felt him stiffen and then shudder once, twice and then again, inside her. He collapsed onto her, his breathing hard and fast, and she wrapped her arms around him, not wanting to let him go. She stroked her hands over his back, slick with sweat, and reveled in the feel of his body, heavy and replete against hers.

“Ahh…damn,” he gasped, “that was…unbelievable.” He raised himself on his elbows over her. He kissed her languorously, but made no move to withdraw from the warmth of her body. When he finally pulled back to look at her, his expression was intensely serious, and filled with a tenderness that made her chest ache. “You okay?”

Ivy gazed at him. “I think so.” Her legs were still curved around his hips, and both her and Garrett’s breathing was uneven as they stared at each other.

As if unable to help himself, Garrett dipped his head and kissed her again, a kiss so sweet Ivy thought she could willingly stay in his arms like that forever. When he finally lifted his head, it was to carefully withdraw from her body. As he rolled away from her and sat on the edge of the bed to dispose of the condom, she curled on her side and watched him, feeling bereft. She wanted to pull him back against her and absorb his heat and strength. She never wanted to leave his bed.