The Tycoon's Temporary Bride: Book Four (27 page)

Every atom in Tashi’s body sprang to life
when Adam’s mouth settled on hers as if it belonged there. His lips
were sweet, moist, soft, and warm—just as she’d imagined—but his
kiss was hard and demanding. Harsh groans erupted from inside him
as he immediately began to suck her lips hungrily into his mouth as
if he’d been starving for her for centuries.

She quivered from the initial reckless
savagery in his kiss and the pulsing of his erection trapped
between them. He wrapped her in his arms and thrust his hips into
her belly, arousing her, daring her to stand still while the tune
of passion’s song played out around them. An unreserved hunger to
devour him and to be devoured by him engulfed Tashi. It was as if
she’d given birth to some lust-crazed nymph who was demanding to be
fed. She had no idea she was capable of such yearning, or that a
kiss could produce such rhapsody in a woman, in her.

As Adam’s mouth moved possessively over hers,
Tashi rose up on to her toes, threw her arms around his neck, and
tangled her fingers into his hair. She pulled him down and closer,
undulating her hips against him, opening her mouth under his,
inviting him inside to ravish, plunder, and taste of her spoils
that had been guarded for far too long.

Another sharp groan broke from Adam as their
tongues collided in a titillating game of tags chasing each other
in and out of the hot wet caverns of their mouths. They suckled
each other until the ferocity of their passionate exchange turned
Tashi’s lips into pulsing orbs of flesh.

As ecstasy hummed through her, Tashi breathed
Adam into her veins—his sandalwood scent, his hunger, his need, and
his passion—she took them and made them hers.

His hands skidded down her body, leaving a
fiery trail of desire in their wake. He’d touched her before—every
inch of her—but not for pleasure. Before, his hands had moved upon
her body to bathe her, to nurse her back to health, to teach her
self-discovery and trust. Today, she welcomed the scorching heat of
those very same hands as they moved intimately upon her.

He caressed her back and the small circle of
her waistline. “Sweet, so sweet,” he murmured into her mouth as his
hands meandered between their bodies. Tashi gasped as her aching
breasts and hard nipples made contact with the smooth warmth of his
palms. He squeezed her and molded her as he sucked on her tongue,
sending tingling sensations down into the pit of her stomach,
causing her to tremble and shiver. Then his hands were moving down
and around to the firm hills of her buttocks. He cupped her and
drew her deeper into his embrace. She melted into him, became one
with him.

Eager to pleasure him as he pleasured her,
Tashi ran her hands across his back, shoulders, his stomach, and
moaned her triumph as the hard muscles tightened under her soft
caress. Working her way up to his chest, she curled her fingers
into his silky mat of hair with a sigh of bliss, then slowly,
daringly, her hands trailed down between them and her heart lurched
when her fingers encountered the moist tip of his shaft nestled
tightly between them.

His body stiffened on a long groan, and
without interrupting their kiss, he picked her up off the floor and
settled her moist heat on the hard ridge of his shaft. It was raw
flesh against raw flesh, and the flicker of passion that sizzled at
their first intimate
knowing
touch was so sweet, so intense,
they gasped their pleasure into each other’s mouths.

Tashi began to shake as the pressure of his
shaft on her clitoris sent shock wave after shock wave through her.
Deep in her belly, she felt the tingles of an approaching orgasm.
It had to be an orgasm—her first. Her arms and legs tightened
around Adam.

As if sensing her approaching climax, Adam
lifted her away from his body and eased the pressure of his mouth
on hers. Tashi groaned in protest as her body struggled to hold on
to those tingling sensations, but they were gone, dissolved in the
feathery kisses Adam was administering on her lips, her cheeks, and
her eyes.

Finally, he lifted his head. His eyes were a
dark and dusky indigo blue, his lips red and swollen from
passion.

“Why’d you do that?” she asked on a frown of
frustration.

He smiled. “I wasn’t ready for you to
come.”

“So you decide when I come?”

“I decide everything.”

“Oh really?” She rolled her eyes at him. “We
shall see about that.”

He chuckled, and brushed her hair away from
her face. “How was your first kiss?”

“Amazing. It exceeded my imagination,” Tashi
said, licking her lips that felt as if they’d been dragged through
fire.

“It was amazing for me, too. You’re very
sweet.” She whimpered when he traced the soft pads of his thumbs
over her swollen lips. He drew back his fingers immediately and his
eyes brimmed with apology. “I’m sorry for being so rough. It’s just
that I’ve been waiting so long for this, for you. I got carried
away. Did I hurt you,
cara
?”

Tashi threaded her fingers though his hair.
“I love the fury of your passion. It’s a side of you I’ve never
seen before. You’re always so gentle and patient with me.”

“That’s because you’re precious to me. I will
never do anything to hurt you.”

“I know.”

He slid her down his body and joined their
sexes again.

Tashi gasped as her body contracted in a
swift and violent reaction to him. She began to shake.

“Easy,” he murmured. “You must learn to
control your passion, Tashi. I must teach you how.”

With their gazes locked, he trailed his
fingertips down her back, across her buttocks and over her thighs,
sending more heat rushing to the surface of her skin. He untangled
her legs from around his body, and one at a time, he slowly raised
them upward, and placed them flat against his chest with her feet
sticking out at the sides of his head.

Tashi had seen this position in one of his
sex books. It afforded deep penetration and intimacy. Holding on to
his shoulders, she glanced down to where auburn and black hair
meshed like a colorful bale of silk threads. Even more arousing was
the broad head of his shaft peeping up at her while the pressure of
its ridge was jammed tightly against her moistness. Although it all
seemed erotic and pleasurable, Tashi didn’t think she was ready for
such a vulnerable position. One deft move and Adam could be inside
her. What if he got carried away? “Adam,” she called in a moment of
fear.

“Shh. I won’t enter you. I just want to watch
you bathe in your first orgasm before I get too lost in my own
passion to enjoy it. This position helps me keep control. Do you
trust me?” His voice was warm and heavy in her ears.

Tashi nodded. She did trust him. The position
was awkward, but she felt no pain. She was fit and flexible, thanks
to yoga, and time spent in his gym.

“You don’t have to give anything. Just relax
and receive.” He pressed his arms against her back and, clasping
his hands over her shoulders, he immobilized her against him, and
began to simulate the act of copulation, grinding the column of his
male hardness into the wet, slick cleft of her woman’s flesh, over
and over again.

Up and down and side to side, he rocked
against her until a fire began to burn in the deepest parts of
Tashi’s belly and spread upward and outward. Electricity arced
through her, and her body jerked spasmodically as the fire grew in
temperature and speed, blazing through her like a violent storm as
it careered toward that tiny knob of flesh at the center of her
womanhood. Her heart hammered in her ears. Her chest heaved, and
she began to pant in a frightening combination of pleasure and
fear—fear of burning up from the inside out. “Adam. Adam,” she
whispered.

“Breathe, Tashi. Control your pleasure. Hold
on to that pulsating energy of passion and weave it into every
corner of your inner universe. Revel in it. Master it,
cara
.
Compel it to transcend beyond the physical into the spiritual,
massage the aches deep inside you, fan and feed your own desires,
become one with
you
, and when your ecstasy becomes too
intense, too intolerable to bear, let it explode inside you, my
love… Breathe…”

The deep baritone of Adam’s voice and the
erotic instructions of his words flowed slowly and magically
through Tashi, calming her, soothing her, bringing her down from
that physical pinnacle of sensations where she teetered
precariously out of control. As ecstasy hummed through her body,
she breathed deeply and slowly, directing her focus inward toward
that twirling liquid orb of fire and directed it away from the
inferno between her thighs, and up into her lower belly—her
chi
—the center of her energy and physical universes, spewing
fire and heat and light into her heart, her lungs, her limbs, to
every cell, every crevice of her being until she felt as if her
body had morphed into one colossal ache of pleasure, and she was
floating in an eternal
now
of blinding light, tingling
sensations, and divine ecstasy. Her fire massaged and caressed and
fanned and fed, filling her to completion.

She began to tremble, and her stomach heaved
and rumbled out of control. Her breasts grew fuller and tighter,
her pebbled nipples crushed against Adam’s chest were
excruciatingly sensitive. Her skin, melded with Adam’s, felt hot
and prickly. Her toes curled, painfully, and she felt weak, and
powerful, and sensational all at the same time.

“
Sì.
Sì. Vieni, mia cara. Mi si
bagnano nel tuoi amore dolce succhi.
Come, and bathe me in your
sweet love juices.”

Deep sobs erupted from Tashi and tears
flooded her eyes, as she clung to Adam, digging her nails into the
muscles of his shoulders. He rocked against her with rapid speed as
his hands rushed up and down her back. She was a bundle of nerves,
jittering out of control as the fire leaped through her, scorching
her flesh, separating, yet melding her physical and spiritual
worlds together. She had become her own orgasm. Her eyes rolled
back into their sockets and her lids fluttered shut.

“No. No.
Apri gli ochi
.” Adam
commanded. “I want to look at you. I want to look inside you as you
surrender to the power of your passions, and to me.”

Tashi opened her eyes, and the smoldering
flames she saw ablaze in Adam’s pushed her over the edge. Her heart
thundered. Her pulse pounded against her temples as she felt
herself spinning through space, racing toward that pinnacle of
pleasure’s ultimate delight, packed with flaming explosives, and
falling aimlessly. Her entire body tightened as that orb of passion
exploded deep inside her like a ton of rockets detonating on a
Fourth of July night.

Energy burst forth from every pore of Tashi’s
body, and headed straight toward the gate of her jade terrace, now
transformed into a blazing inferno between her legs. She was pulled
helplessly down into the watery, fiery current. Unable to do
anything else in her immobilized state, Tashi threw her head back
and scream her orgasm into the garden below. Torrents of hot fluids
gushed from inside her and pooled around their sexes, some escaping
to stream across her buttocks and down Adam’s thighs in a warm
sticky mess.

“
Squisita. Bella. Proprio squisita
.
Mmm… Mmm...”

As Tashi shivered and moaned in the throes of
her climax, she felt Adam’s hot mouth on the damp skin at her
throat. He kissed her gently and slowly, and spoke to her softy in
Italian, soothing her, helping her back into herself. It seemed to
take forever for her pulse to quiet down and her heart to beat
steadily again.

When she finally relaxed in his arms, Adam
lifted his head and gazed into her eyes. “That, my darling, was the
most beautiful orgasm I’ve ever witnessed. I will remember that
look of sweet rapture and complete surrender on you gorgeous face
for the rest of my life. It will be the last thing I remember when
I draw my last breath. You are amazing.”

“It
was
amazing. Totally gratifying,”
Tashi said, smiling with the utmost fulfillment. “I didn’t know
that height of passion was attainable, even possible. It’s the
breathing, isn’t it? You’ve been training me to control my emotions
through breathing so I could tap into it when we make love.”

He gave a wickedly handsome smile. “Partly.
An orgasm is not about releasing. It’s about holding, controlling,
reveling in the continual sensational flames of desire for as long
as you can. It’s about feeling with your heart and not your mind.
That way, every breath you take is an ultimate exchange with your
partner. Just imagine what it will be like with me deep inside you,
holding with you, exchanging with you.” His voice was tight and
slurred with unleashed passion.

“I can’t wait,” Tashi said as the beast of
her yearning began to stir again.

“You’re sweet. The sweetest thing I’ve ever
tasted. Simply delectable, and I mean to taste every inch of you
before the night is out. It’s going to be a very long one.” He
joined their lips as he eased her legs off his shoulders and
wrapped them around his waist again, keeping their sexes snugly
joined.

With their mouths and tongues tangled in
another breathtaking kiss, he began to make his way out of the
kitchen. They were skipping dinner and she wasn’t even hungry—well
not for food anyway—seeing that they’d finished off a small
antipasto plate just before they’d begun cooking. And from the way
he was munching on her mouth, Tashi knew that she was the only
thing Adam hungered. And that was just fine.

As he made his way across the hall, and into
the direction of the master suite, the motion of his movements
caused his shaft to bounce against her slick flesh, and by the time
he reached the bedroom door, Tashi was experiencing her second
orgasm, albeit a small one like a petite aftershock to the rocket
that had fired inside her in the kitchen.