Silk Scarves and Seduction (6 page)

And I’ll make damn sure you love me as much as I love you before this is all over and done with. Marc knew love didn’t happen overnight. But he wasn’t planning on this being just one night. She had opened the door with those photographs.

He had been waiting for years for her to give him some slight indication, some window. Now that he had it, damned if he’d walk out.

Chapter Six

Valery was shaking.

Marc’s words had her trembling inside and she was too worried she’d stammer if she said a damn thing, so she didn’t bother. As he drew her back up against him for a soft, gentle kiss, she felt tears sting her eyes.

Who knew…who ever could have guessed that the smart-assed, wisecracking man who had tormented and driven her crazy for more than half of her life could possibly be so devastatingly tender?

The lean, strong body felt so right against hers, just like she had always imagined it would. She twined her arms around his neck, whimpering as she kissed him, feeling his cock jerk against her belly. Her pussy clenched and she shuddered. Damn it, she wanted to feel him inside her, so bad it damn near hurt.

When he pulled back, a bemused smile curved her lips as he took her hand and led her upstairs. Once inside her room, he left her standing by the bed as he opened the curtains, whispering, “I want to see the moonlight on your body, in your eyes.”

That man’s a damn poet, she thought, feeling her throat tighten as she watched him go around the room, opening the curtains on every last set of windows, four in all. The floor to ceiling windows soon flooded the room with the silvery light of the full moon. He went over and switched off the bedroom light, turned, and just stood by the doorway.

She heard him sigh as he murmured, “Damn it, you are beautiful.”

Laughing nervously, Valery said, “I’m passably pretty. But there’s nothing beautiful about me.”

“I’m the observer here. You’re in that body. You don’t see what I see—what I’ve always seen,” he said easily, his smile a white flash in his shadowed face as he drew closer. She licked her lips with nervous anticipation as he drew something from his pocket. It was too dark to make it out, other than a dark color, but she already knew what it was. The red scarf.

He laid it across her shoulder, open so that it covered one breast, and then he lifted her up against him, swift and hard, her feet leaving the ground. His head swooped down and his lips closed over the tip of her lace-covered breast, sucking it roughly into his mouth, drawing it deep, releasing, draw and release, over and over again, until she was writhing in his arms and whimpering, wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding her cleft against his still covered erection.

“Hmmm,” he purred with satisfaction when she was covered with sweat and trembling in his arms. “That is what I’ve been dying to do to you for a damned month, you know that, Blush?”

Then his hand landed on her ass with a hard thwack and she yelped. “And that,” he finished. “You drove me damn near out of my mind, trying to figure out what you were up to.”

“Ummm…sorry?” she squeaked.

He laughed as he lowered her to her feet, urging her onto the bed, leaving the damp lace of the scarf and her bra to chill around the erect nipple as he lowered his head to pay attention to her neglected breast, suckling that nipple deep, his fingers kneading the flesh skillfully.

“No, you aren’t,” he said agreeably, pulling back to admire how her lush body looked in the moonlight. “But since this is where it landed me, I guess it’s okay.”

The silvery light gleamed on the dips and planes of her body and he grinned as he caught sight of a glinting navel charm. Closer inspection revealed a tiny silver dragon. “You know the doctor in me tells me I ought to scold you for this,” he teased, flicking it lightly. As he dropped to his knees and caught the charm in his teeth, tugging gently, he continued, “But it’s so damn sexy, the man in me just loves the hell out of it. I’d hate to be a hypocrite—so I’ll just keep my mouth shut.”

With his hands at her ass, he guided her down to straddle his hips. Cuddling her against him, he groaned as she moved her hips against his cock. Damn it, she was so wet, so hot, he could feel it through his jeans. He whispered, “I want so badly to get inside you, but I know the minute I do, I’m going to come. I’ve waited too long for it to be over that fast.”

“Well…nobody said we’ve only got the one time,” she said, her cheeks flaming.

“Hmmm. Damn. I love that blush of yours. Never could figure out why you do it so easily, but I hope you never get over it,” he murmured, his fingers grazing the pinkened flesh just above the lace of her bra where the blush started. “And I’m awfully glad to hear that you don’t plan on this being a one-time occurrence—but I plan on it being a first time that you won’t ever forget.”

“I can pretty much guarantee that already.”

Marc felt the hot flood of satisfaction raging through him as her voice quivered. That trademark blush of hers, she’d never learned to control that sign of her body’s reaction. But he knew she had mastered other signs of her body’s upheaval long ago, from the quickening of her breathing when she was flustered, to modulating her voice, to knowing when to use scathing sarcasm or ice-cold disdain.

She no longer had that control over her body. He had made her forget that and he loved it. Trailing the tips of his fingers along the side of her thigh, he smiled when he felt them quiver. “I love looking at your body,” he whispered. “It’s harder than hell when you come into the office, to act like you irritate the hell out of me, when all I want to do is salivate and worship at your feet.”

Cupping her shoulders in his hands, he arched her back and pressed a line of kisses down the center of her chest. He pulled the scarf away from her breasts and let it fall in a lacy puddle to the floor, kissing along the mound of her breast with butterfly kisses, dancing away from the budded nipple, even when she fisted her hands in his hair and tugged him closer.

He kissed his way to the front clasp of her bra and there, with a twist of his teeth and a sharp jerk of his head, the clasp opened and her breasts swung free, surprising a giggle out of her. “Where did you learn to do that?” she asked.

“Practice,” he said solemnly, staring up at her. “Lots and lots of practice.”

“I bet,” she gasped, and then she groaned when the tip of his devilish tongue snaked out, stroked her nipple and then went back to biting at the underside of her breast gently—soft, gentle little darts of sensation—as he left her nipple throbbing and aching for his attention.

Much like her aching core.

Her clit was pulsating. Damn it, she could probably take her heartbeat just by the throbs resonating from her clit. Cream drenched her, more thoroughly, she was certain, than ever before. Valery knew she hadn’t ever been this turned on.

And then he grabbed that damned scarf again. At the same time, he finally closed his teasing mouth over her nipple, drawing hard, deep and fast, he took her hands and tugged them behind her, looping the scarf around her wrists quickly and easily, securing them with the scarf and tugging it tight. Valery’s breath caught when she realized she couldn’t tug her hands free.

Her head jerked up and her eyes widened as she stared down at him, his lashes lying flat on his cheeks as he suckled on her diamond-hard nipple, laving it roughly, then tugging on it with his teeth before finally drawing back and staring at her with unreadable eyes.

“Should I take it off?” he asked levelly.

And Valery knew the choice was totally hers.

She could say yes…and he’d still make love to her, still bury that wonderful hard cock between her thighs. And that would be fine with him.

Or she could leave it alone, let him keep her restrained, turn her body over to him…could she do that? Damn it, her pussy clenched at the thought and her heart stuttered. Damn it, there wasn’t any damned thing she wanted more. She wanted to turn over everything to him.

Most especially her heart. Hopefully, he couldn’t see that written so nakedly on her face. She wasn’t ready to expose so much of her soul.

Her tongue slid out to wet her lips as she slowly shook her head “no”. She quivered at the look that shot through his eyes, hot blue flames that seared her clear through to her soul, tightening the muscles in her belly while it made the muscles in her legs go lax. Her breath caught as he rose, swift and sudden, and spilled her onto the bed, her hands under her back, the scarf giving her just enough room that she could move her arms.

He slid his hands under her butt and grabbed her panties, sliding them over her hips, gliding the lacy scrap off, down and away. Then he just stood and watched her, his eyes dark and hungry.

She stared at him as he stood above her, his eyes roaming over her body, and she flushed. Her nipples stiffened even more, to the point of near pain, and she realized that with her arms behind her back, it made her breasts arch out even more. Her thighs were splayed, leaving her gleaming, wet pussy open and naked to his gaze.

And oh, was he ever gazing.

Hot and ravenous, feasting on her with his eyes. Reaching for the buttons of his shirt, he said quietly, his voice dark and smoky, “Sit up, Blush.”

Awkwardly, she rolled to her side a little and sat up, thankful she was keeping up with that gym membership enough that she could do it without a struggle. Her shirt still hung on her shoulders and the cups of her bra fell open over her breasts as she stared up at him.

Half-undressed, her hair spilling around her shoulders, and her hands bound behind her back, she sat in front of him, staring at him with wide, nervous eyes, and she knew she hadn’t ever been so hot in her entire damned life.

Marc moved behind her, crawling onto the bed. “You remember how my mom made me join the Boy Scouts?” he whispered against her neck. “I stayed in for a good five years. I insisted it was because she made me…but that was only the first year. I actually kinda liked it. They taught me all sorts of interesting things. Like be prepared.”

A flash of silver flew by her eye and Valery yelped. It was a fucking knife. “Marc…?”

A pocket knife. But still.

He chuckled. And she felt him tugging on her neck line. “You look so pretty tied up, your breasts sticking out for me, like they are just begging for me to bite them for hours. But—I want you naked. This shirt is in the way,” he murmured, biting her gently on the ear and tugging.

And then she felt a harder tug, and the sound of cloth ripping. Holy shit, he was cutting her shirt off. He moved around to the side and met her eyes, his gaze dark and hungry as he slid the tip of the knife under the inseam at her shoulder and pulled, the cold metal grazing her flesh as he started the tear before taking it away and placing the handle of the blade between his teeth and tearing the sleeve away.

He repeated it on the other side, never taking his gaze from hers.

Then he sliced the straps that held her bra on her shoulders.

The scraps of her clothes fell around her hips as he stood back and folded the knife away, sliding it into his pocket and staring at her. “That is a sight I’ve been dying to see for longer than you can imagine,” he said huskily, his eyes dropping to study her breasts, then trailing lower, lingering on the silver dragon at her navel, before locking on the naked folds of her pussy. His eyes slid back up to her belly, up the line of her torso, lingering on her now naked breasts and he muttered, “You’ve got the prettiest damn tits I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Valery felt her heart stop in her chest. How could a word that normal sound so…crass, and make her nipples ache even more? Licking her lips, she squirmed under his gaze and wondered how much more of his study she could take.

“Open your legs.”

She jumped at the raspy quality of his voice. Butterflies danced in her belly as she shifted on the bed and then spread her legs slowly, inching forward until just her buttocks rested on the edge of the bed.

“Damn, that’s pretty,” he whispered.

Her breath caught as he came to her and knelt, laying his hands on her thighs and pushing them wider, staring at her. Damn it, could he see how wet she was—

“You are so wet… I can see it…smell it. It’s driving me insane,” he said gutturally, pressing one hand against the center of her chest and urging her back onto the bed, lifting her hips in his hands, bringing her to his face, pressing his mouth to her mound and groaning as he drove his stiffened tongue into her wet folds.

Valery sobbed out his name, her bound hands clenching into fists as he shoved her higher and higher into bliss, his wicked tongue plundering her deeper than she had thought possible. He shifted and caught her clit in his teeth and she screamed, climaxing with a wet gush, tears burning her cheeks as she came.

Her belly clenched, her womb jerking as she worked her hips up and down, sobbing. Still, he stabbed at her with his tongue, worked on her sensitive clit with his teeth, and then pulled back to blow a cooling puff of air against her, over and over until a second climax was pulled from her.

His name ripped out of her and she moaned weakly when he finally lowered her hips to the bed and stood, staring down at her, his chest moving in a harsh rhythm. “I’m going to take you now,” he said softly, tearing his shirt away, ripping at the buttons on his jeans, his eyes never leaving her face. “I can’t wait any longer to feel you under me. I’ve waited too long for you already.”

Valery heard the thuds from his shoes hitting the floor and she knew his clothes were flying across the room, but all she could do was stare at him, at that muscled, tanned body, the muscled wall of his chest, his flat belly and narrow hips …damn, he was perfection…and his eyes, those beautiful eyes.

She could just lie there and stare into those dreamy blue eyes for hours. Well, maybe not, because she wanted him so badly that she hurt with it.

Damn, she loved him.

Her breath tripped out of her in a ragged sigh as he moved closer, and she moved her eyes down to study the hard muscled wall of his chest. A grin tugged at her lips and she said, “You should know…there’s a health hazard involved there.”