It's A Crime (10 page)

She had a body made for sin, and
last night he was certainly on the lookout for a little wickedness. She screamed his name as he came inside her. Passion drew her out and she screamed his name. This wasn’t his first rodeo, but heaven help him...he was suddenly overcome with a desperate need to taste her from head to foot one more time. Not quite sure that would satisfy his craving, but he had no choice, he had to give it a shot.

What was wrong with
him? All his life he was without emotion. No feelings, no ties, no love, fuck that. He wanted a warm port in the storm. Someone who would wrap her ankles around his neck and scream out when he thrust myself into her…

She sighed in her sleep. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath.
He found himself wanting to suckle at her breast. To taste her any way he could.

H
e smiled to himself when he saw her in his mind’s eye bargaining for herself; if she only knew he was hers for the taking. He cursed himself. She sighed. He got harder.

H
e looked down as her lashes fluttered open, and he was able to see her crystal clear blue eyes; they dragged him inside. The beauty and clarity in those blue pools beckoned him. He swam in their depths, lost. Looking away was impossible. The thought of her full breasts with hardened nipples rubbing against his chest made him half insane. He wanted to throw her to her back, mount her, feel the warmth of her surrounding him. This incredible feeling of longing, a hunger tightened in the pit of his stomach. He had to be patient, to keep this one next to him, a least for a while. He had a need to possess her soul as he had possessed her body last night.

He hadn’t been
raised in a loving environment; it wasn’t an excuse but it was a reason. His soul was empty, and it was up to him to fill it. He wasn’t completely deluded; what she wanted, what he wanted…needed, was a physical connection. True love had nothing to do with fucking, but tucked down inside him, he wanted more than to just fuck her, although no complaints there; he wanted to make love to her.  He wanted to feel her body next to him, wake with her like this. He was surprised at the constriction in his chest.

Stop making yourself crazy.  Although incredible, and it was incredible, last night was, just that…last night.

She started to stir. He tightened his grip on her with his leg, bringing her closer to him. He took a deep breath in, savoring the smell of her. He took another breath in, deeper, and tasted her on his tongue.

H
e lowered his eyes and found her looking at him.

“Good morning, beautiful.”
He leaned in, kissing her forehead. “Want some breakfast?”

H
er thighs tightened on his. His cock got harder, if that was even possible. His skin grew so taut he could feel his blood pulsing.

“Well, good morning
, Ace,” she cooed. “Coffee would be a necessity at this point. Breakfast in a bit.” Her voice was hoarse with sleep, sexy as all hell.

H
e drew in a deep breath, needing desperately to clear his head. He had to remain composed, when all was turmoil.

“You got it. I’m just going to take a quick shower
,” he said calmly. He was anything but.

H
e tapped the keypad on top of his bedside table and walked toward the bathroom knowing full well she was watching, hearing the shower and steam turn on. Murmuring to himself about a cold shower…fuck that. Ice cubes couldn’t save him from the golden goddess who lay next to him last night, seeped into him, flowed through his veins.

His
cock got harder. He needed to have her beneath him again, wanted to drag his tongue slowly down between her breasts, dipping into her navel, lingering on the bone above her luscious mound before delving into her moist folds, and lick until they were sated.

H
e walked out minutes later, his erection barely contained. He looked up in time to see her tongue slide along her bottom lip. Was she fucking crazy? Didn’t she know what she was doing to him right now? He wanted to drop to his knees and show her the passion she elicited with her tongue.

“Ace, mind if I take advantage of your personal spa in there?”

“Take your time. I’ll go order us up some wakeup juice and something to eat.”

“If I’m not out in ten you may want to send in the troops.”

No troops, babe, just me and if I don’t leave this room soon, I won’t be able to.

H
e grabbed his robe and walked toward the kitchen.

After ordering up
their food, he picked up the robe she’d worn last night and held it close, inhaling her essence. He hoped he could make it through breakfast before…

H
e found myself trying to devise a plan to entice her into staying. He placed the robe on the end of the bed, and turned his head toward the bathroom door. She was singing. He smiled at the picture of her that flashed in his mind’s eye, naked, her curvy, succulent body covered with droplets of water glistening, a sultry chanteuse with a sexy as hell voice; fuck. Who was this woman? How was she able to pull something from him he hadn’t known existed?

H
e was seeking answers, but Grace didn’t exact any; all she wanted from him was his body. Funny, knowing she wanted only what he could give her did nothing to assuage his desire for her. Something tugged at him...deep inside him.

H
e always had perfect control when it came to women. He never wanted more than the occasional fuck, never cared enough. But right now, his cock was throbbing for her.

She walked
out of the bedroom, her long hair pulled up, messy, sexy bed head, wearing the robe he’d left for her. It was open enough to see the creamy skin on the top of her beautiful full breasts. Looking at her made him hungry. He envisioned pushing the robe aside, locking his lips on her hardened nipples.

She sat down.
He was damned glad she did; he was just short of clearing the table, lifting her onto it, climbing between her thighs, and fucking her until neither of them could walk.

H
e was irritated at himself for lacking the control he typically commanded. He felt uneasy knowing all this woman had to do was snap her fingers and willing sex partners would fly to her side in an instant.

T
he testosterone surged through him like a geyser. For sake of seduction, he would hold off his carnal desires, but not for long. Her body beckoned to him, begging him to fill her.

“Breakfast, along with fresh brewed coffee is on its way up
,” he told her.

Amusement sparked
his eyes and curved his mouth when he caught her studying him. “Are you appraising me?” He looked at her skeptically.

“Snagged…you leave me no choice looking like that.” Her voice dripping honey, she ran her tongue along her bottom lip.

He was having hell’s own time holding his desire in check. He quickly scanned the room, searching for anything to take his mind off of his desire to fuck her until she screamed.

“I took the liberty of having your clothes cleaned.”
Okay, weak. But it bought him time. He nodded toward the doorknob where her clothes hung. “I also purchased you new undergarments. They’re in the box on the table. I guessed the size, but I’m sure they’ll fit.” There was no guessing. He memorized every nook and cranny, dip and swell her body offered. She turned to the cocktail table, finding a Bergdorf Goodman’s box wrapped with a pretty pink ribbon. He salivated thinking of her body adorned in his selection.

She jumped up and nearly trotted over to the box
, ripping it open with the glee of a child.  The sight of her excitement caused that unfamiliar pain in his chest.  He wanted to go back to Bergdorf’s and buy everything he saw if it would get him the same reaction from her. She held up the ivory colored silk panties. He specifically chose the ivory for its perfect match to her skin, silky smooth and creamy white. The matching bra was covered in lace as delicate as she was.

“Little early for shopping
, Ace.” She bounced on the balls of her feet, and smiled, barely able to contain her joy. “Although the thought of your choosing this…” She placed the panties in front of her. His imagination went wild. “Makes me fucking hot.” She tugged at her bottom lip with her teeth.

H
e almost went mad. He didn’t know the spell she cast on him; all he knew was he had a carnal need to fuck her until she wanted no other. Until she breathed his name every time she came. Until he was the only one who could possess her. 

Cole cleared his throat. “
Sit down, Grace, or breakfast will have to wait.”

She didn’t realize how tightly strung
he was. A wicked smile briefly touched her eyes. He heard a low growl. Knowing it was assuredly not him, he smiled wanting to see her claw at him with a hunger that had nothing to do with food. She raised her eyes and looked at him and he saw, if only for a fleeting moment, her desire. He laughed out loud.

“What, you find me funny?” She pouted exaggeratedly, her bottom lip again the focus of
his attention.

“No. I find you totally delectable.”
With a playful look, he leaned toward her, pushing her hair behind her ear. He bent down and kissed the top of her head, and brushed her cheek with his hand. The electrical charge that flowed through her into him sent him reeling.

“Mmm. Well
, Ace,
you’d
better eat up. Got to have your energy for my exit interview.”

H
e thought he was hearing things. “Exit?” He looked at her incredulously, feeling panic grip his heart. 

What if she walked out of his life?  The thought
actually caused him pain. 

What the hell is this?

“Well, it’s morning,” she said pointing toward the window, “indicating the night is over.
Wish it wasn’t
.”

H
e heard that remark.

“I did say no ties, no emotion. I know I’m not your typical, perfect,
rule-following
, woman but, hey, I had fun...some serious fun.”

H
e could argue each of her points, but he could think of better ways to utilize his time. He raised his eyebrow, disappointed. “I have no intention of letting you go anytime soon, unless of course you want to leave.”

She shook her head emphatically.

“You obviously have no clue as to how desirable you are...how sexy you are. I think I need to show you again,” he said. He wanted her now. “Best eat up, Grace, you’re going to need
your
strength.” He needed to walk away. He turned and went into the kitchen.

H
e returned a few minutes later balancing a heavy tray laden with breakfast.

The aromas waft
ing from the tray were enticing. But nothing compared to the taste of her. Nothing could pull him away from the honey sweet nectar that was her.

H
e loved watching her eat. She held her fork in a way that had her smallest finger flared; elegant, feminine—somehow familiar. She was graceful, delicate…soft.  She put on quite a show of bravado, but he could see through the veil of willfulness she exhibited, she was as fragile as the glass she now lifted to her lips.  More so, he sensed a compulsion in her to feel complete, similar to the need driving him.

H
e set the tray down and lifted the covers off, one by one, releasing the tantalizing smells into the air. He went back to the other room, returning with a pot of coffee.

“Ace, you have found your way into my heart.” She h
eld out her cup greedily for him to fill.

“That was the plan.”
Her body quivered. “My lady…” he said mockingly. He poured her a cup.

She smiled up at
him then added her sugar and cream. She raised the cup up to her mouth and a soft moan escaped her lips. He wanted to suck at those full lips, part them with his tongue.

“I thought you might enjoy that.”
He smiled at her, his voice husky with lust. “I like when you moan...” He raised his eyebrows. “Particularly when you’re beneath me.”

“I like when you make me moan.” She squirmed.

Knowing she was wound as tightly as he was comforted him. He imagined that special place between her legs getting wetter. Swelling, ready for his cock.

She precipitously changed the subject
. “So, what’s in the mystery room? An army of elves waiting on your every need?”

T
hankful for the distraction, he laughed loudly. Perhaps too loud, giving his hand away. “No, the kitchen is on the other side of the door.” He smiled at her sharp intake of air. “I will have to confess I do have an army of elves making our breakfast.” He pointed toward the kitchen door. “I have the kitchen downstairs make it to order then send it up to us through the butler’s entry.”

“Ooooh. I like this side of you.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“So you’re here on business often enough the staff knows exactly what you like so well?”

“Well, no.” He paused, pensive.

“Well…well, what?”