Yield to Me (15 page)

“Please?” he whispered huskily, his
eyes falling to her mouth.

Sophie wasn’t sure what she was
asking for, only knowing his nearness caused a fire to erupt inside her belly.
When he looked at her like he was now, she couldn’t think past the sensuous
warmth in his eyes or the desire etched on his strong, hard face.

Her lips parted beneath his visual
caress, desire licking through her body. She tried to deny the warmth steadily
pooling between her thighs; thankful he couldn’t possibly know how her body was
responding to him. Praying he didn’t guess. She couldn’t understand it herself.
Except that he radiated a vitality that drew her like a magnet.

He moved as if in slow motion,
curling his arm around her waist and hauling her to him until she was flush
against his aroused body. “Please?” he repeated in a soft growl, slowly
lowering his head. “That sounds like an invitation, princess.”

Hands automatically moving between
them, Sophie was torn between pushing him away and curling her nails into his
shirt to pull him closer. “What are you going to do?” she whispered, leaning
back so she could look into his eyes.

Brent grinned and Sophie realized
her mistake at once. His body was taut and throbbing with strong arousal. She
caught her breath, meeting his eyes. His gaze made a slow-moving sweep over her
face. There was no disguising the subtle changes that indicated his excitement.
His erratic breathing through slightly flared nostrils, the
dilated pupils of his darkening eyes.

She could even feel the fierce
pounding of his heartbeat. His body was like a live wire against her, the
current strong and steady.
Binding.
At that point, she
wanted him more than she needed to breathe. Yet part of her struggled not to
succumb to weakness.

Knowing if he so
much as kissed her that she would be lost.

Chapter 13

“Brent…”

“Don’t try that scared little girl
act on me. It didn’t work last time and it won’t work this time.” The husky
timbre of his voice left little doubt where his emotions lay. “You said you
were an honest woman,” he reminded her.

Brent knew he’d lost the battle when
her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. He intended to kiss her and this
time it wasn’t to quiet her or put on a show for anyone. The hunger heating his
blood was nearly paralyzing. His cock was as hard as iron; pushing against her
impatiently. It took all his strength not to show her how much he wanted her by
pushing her back upon the bed and following her there.

Instead, he held on to the thin
string of what self-control he had left. Wrong or right, he wanted Sophie
willing. He wanted her to melt in his arms, and to hear those little purring
sounds that indicated she was hot. And liked what he was doing to her.

“I am honest,” she insisted, running
her tongue over her bottom lip, her eyes half closed. Her heightened color held
him mesmerized.

“How honest?” he demanded, his
nostrils flaring with the scent of their combined arousal. Her breasts were
crushed against him; rounded softness peaked with hard little crowns digging
into his chest. Demanding he notice them. He watched her throat work as she
tried to swallow, denial warring with inevitability on her expression.

“Honest enough to admit I want you.”
Her words were low and barely audible, drawn from the very heart of her. She
didn’t just want him to kiss her; she wanted him. It couldn’t get any plainer
than that.

The passion simmering in his gut was
replaced with something he was afraid to explore, an emotion frightening in its
intensity. His heart rate picked up speed, every nerve ending becoming raw and
exposed. There was nothing on God’s green earth that was going to stop him from
taking her lips and her body. Even thoughts of prison for the next twenty-five
years didn’t cool his libido.

He leaned in closer, doing what he’d
wanted since the first time he’d sampled that soft, snobbish mouth. The very
air around them crackled with unspent energy. Brent took her mouth with an
urgent hunger in a kiss not tempered with finesse or tenderness. It was basic
and raw, revealing the wild need surging through his body. Sophie surprised him
by matching his passion, leaning into him and whimpering softly with abandon,
not showing any signs of reluctance. Her nails curled into his shirt with
ardor. Her response was more than he could have hoped for.

Her moan was low and weak beneath
his mouth. There was no way it could be misinterpreted as a sound of protest.
Her surrender caused desire to lick through Brent like wildfire on a dry summer
day. It was hot and rapid, totally out of control. Driving him to press his
attack until Sophie was on the same sensual plateau as him. He wanted her just
as horny and demanding. He wanted her wild.

She opened her mouth and he slipped
his tongue inside, invading the cavern to caress her tongue, explore its
secrets, and
taste
a sweetness that matched no other.
His hand left her hip and glided over her breast, slipping inside the opening
of her shirt to cup her warm, naked flesh. She tore her mouth away, crying out
with sharp surprise. Her flesh swelled against Brent’s palm; her body trembled
wildly when he purposely grazed her nipple with the rough pad of his thumb. She
arched against him with a sharp gasp. Her reaction fired the lust boiling in
his blood; he thrust his hips against her seeking relief. Knowing the answer
lay in possessing her sweet body.

He tried to pull away, knowing he
should keep his distance. The muscles in his arms flexed as he fought the mixed
emotions sweeping through his shell-shocked mind.
Part of
him, the part that was hungry to be inside her, wanted to continue; the other
half, the sensible half, just as determined to end it.
But nothing had
ever felt so right.

Her body was alive against his, prompting
Brent to caress her more boldly. He pulled her shirt up so he could touch her
naked flesh, and then his hand moved to her bottom, kneading the rounded globe left
naked by her thong. His exploration took him to the soft dampness between her
legs. Flicking his finger across her mound seemed the natural thing to do.

“Oh!” She arched against him. Her
control seemed to snap and she began her own aggressive assault. Brent didn’t
stand a chance when her hands smoothed over his shoulders and down his back.
She raked her nails over his muscles like a cat sharpening her claws. The pain
sent sharp pleasure shooting down to his groin. She pulled his shirt out of the
waistband of his jeans and then her hands were smoothing over his bare torso,
as though wanting to memorize what she was feeling.

Brent sucked in his breath, and
groaned, as their passion grew to gigantic proportions. He felt like a rocket
getting ready to launch. Sophie moved suggestively against his cock, with a
purr that was anything but satisfied. It revealed her hunger, while fueling his
to uncontrollable heights. She lifted his shirt, spreading wildfire along his
abdomen and chest with her soft, open mouth.
Using her teeth
and tongue on him in a way that drove him crazy.
Words seemed unnecessary
as they traveled the same path to pleasure.

Losing control, Brent gave her a
little nudge and together they fell back upon the bed. Her fingers curled into
his shoulders as he impatiently tugged at the buttons left on her shirt,
exposing more of her skin to his marauding lips and tongue. He suckled her
quivering breasts, tugging on her nipples.
Rolling them with
his tongue until she was arching against him with a cry.
He was hungry
for more, letting her know in no uncertain terms that he wanted her.

All of her!

He rolled, bringing Sophie with him
until she was on top. His eyes feasted on the perfection of her full breasts
with their rosy tips. For a moment, their movements ceased; their gazes met and
clung; they held their breaths. Then Sophie’s hands went to his shirt, pulling
it open without unbuttoning it. He shuddered uncontrollably when she lowered
her head, reining hot little kisses along his neck and shoulders before
traveling down his chest until she reached his nipples. Her hair tickled him,
but stopping her didn’t enter his mind when her warm, wet mouth closed over one
tight protuberance. The flick of her tongue across that hardened nub rendered
him powerless. He felt control slipping away.

She leaned forward, and Brent let
out a strangled groan. Excitement slammed through him as he caught the
reflection of her wild movements in the mirror above. He’d been meaning to have
it removed. Now he was glad he hadn’t gotten around to it. Seeing their
reflection as they made love was far stronger than any stimulus on the market.
He was entrapped in the erotic scene playing out; the excitement of watching
Sophie making love to him with her hands and mouth. She kissed and nipped at
his skin, while caressing him wherever she could reach.

When her hand glided over his
throbbing cock, his moved to her only undergarment. It was easy slipping his
finger inside, reaching the damp heart of her and testing her readiness. Her
clit was swollen and her pussy was creaming for him. Brent nearly had heart
failure when Sophie’s hips shot forward, giving him better access. His nostrils
flared, taking in a deep breath of her arousal. With half-closed eyes, she
glanced down at him, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. With one finger
buried deep inside her body, his thumb manipulated her swollen clit.

“Oh!” she said breathlessly, rocking
against his finger. Brent knew the signs. Her lovely expression said she was
close to climaxing. And he was about to have his own huge explosion. Only this
wasn’t the way he wanted it to end. He slid his finger out, ignoring her cry of
frustration. Jamming his fingers into her thick hair, he pulled Sophie to him,
the throbbing in his body almost too painful to endure. Every part of him was
attuned to her. He wanted her in the most basic way, but first he intended to
kiss her.

As their lips joined, he felt her
hands smooth over his shoulders, tugging impatiently on his shirt when it got
in the way. Brent felt her breasts brush against his chest, appreciating their
fullness and the hard little nipples digging into his flesh where his shirt was
open. Then, without warning, Sophie tugged on his bottom lip, groaning out in
frustration as she yanked on his shirt again.

Smiling beneath her mouth, Brent
held her close to him while he reversed their positions, once again placing
Sophie beneath him. Without giving her a chance to catch her breath, he reached
for her thong and ripped it from her body, before smoothing his hand over her
hip to her naked buttocks. She thrust her hips against his erection, nearly ending
what little willpower he had left.

Sensing her distress, Brent tore
away long enough to pull his shirt off and toss it to the floor, before
reaching for the snap to his jeans. He took a moment to look down at Sophie,
seeing the desire on her beautiful face, and amazed by it. His gaze raked over
her lovely nudity with a fierce hunger, before tugging the snap open and the
zipper down. Leaving them on, he lowered over her again. He couldn’t recall a
time when a woman had fired him up with the need to fuck her no matter what the
consequences.

His lust for Sophie ruled his
emotions, his actions, and that was something that never happened. But here it
was happening again. He knew as his body touched her that he would lose his
mind if he didn’t make love to her in every sense of the word. His muscles
flexed beneath her palms as she ran her hands over his shoulders and down his
back. The little mewling sounds coming from her indicated she liked what she
felt. He sucked in his breath when her hands roamed even lower, pausing when
she came to the obstacle of his jeans. He wondered if she was going to let it
stand in the way of what she really wanted.

He didn’t have to wonder long. It
didn’t take much effort for her to slide her hands beneath the loosened garment
and continue her sensuous journey. Brent nearly lost control with the feel of
her small hand clenched into his buttocks. He pulled back, seeing the naked
desire in her half-closed eyes, knowing it mirrored his own. What they were
doing was madness but there was no stopping now. He was too far-gone. His
instincts telling him Sophie was in the same place.

“Sophie…” he growled, burying a hand
in her hair and dragging her up so he could kiss her, wishing he’d taken the
time to remove his pants. They were in the way now, and he was loath to leave
her.

“Yes?” she gasped after gently
breaking the burning kiss.

His heart pounded like a jackhammer
in his chest. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.” The endearment slipped through
his lips before he could stop it. It didn’t matter. Isn’t there an unwritten
law somewhere that said anything goes during lovemaking?

His hands traveled from her
shoulders down her back, unhesitatingly gliding over the curve of her rump and
down the backs of her thighs. The intimate journey took them to dizzying new
heights when his hand slipped between her thighs, letting his fingers dip
teasingly into the hidden heat there.

“Brent!” she cried out.