One Night in Bangkok (Passport to Passion #1) (3 page)

“More.”

One word uttered into his mouth and his control seemingly snapped. With a strangled growl he took them to the floor, and with urgent hands he pushed her dress up her thighs. His warm hands on her bare skin pushed her closer to the edge upon which she teetered, so close to orgasm she feared she might explode with the next touch.

They rolled across the floor, exploring each other with hands and mouths, lips and tongues. His hand cupped her pussy, two fingers pushed the flimsy material of her panties between her folds, and she couldn’t stop the avalanche of sensation. Trapped between his body and the floor, Beth bucked with the most intense orgasm of her life.

“I have to be inside you,” he panted. “Have to be buried deep when you come again.”

Still riding the wave of ecstasy, Beth cried out. Need gnawed at her nerve endings. Her body’s lack of satisfaction scraped her insides raw. She wanted what he wanted—his cock thrust to the hilt when she came again.

The combined sound of harsh breathing and tearing cloth filled the room. Her dress gave and fell loose from her body; cool air and Tom’s gaze caressed her bared flesh. He leaned back to look his fill and his sucked-in breath and smoldering eyes told her he liked what he saw. With that one look he made her feel sexier than she had in her entire life.

His desire for her made her feel intoxicatingly powerful. He cupped her breast, weighed it in his palm. She wasn’t big by any stretch of the imagination, but the look on his face told her he was more than pleased with what he held. He lowered his head to brush the tip with the flat of his tongue, laving it with moisture and heat. Her spine arched off the floor, her breast thrust into his waiting mouth. The blazing heat engulfed her nipple before bursting out, flowing through her belly down to her slick pussy.

Her desire before had been intense, but this need would tear her apart, pull her limbs from her body and throw them to the wind. She clawed at his back, urging him to move on top of her. She spread her thighs to allow him to fit between them, and his cock pressed against her slick panty-covered folds.

He thrust his hips, pushing against her clit. Her body convulsed, warning of the orgasm about to break over her.

“Now,” she cried.

Tom lifted enough to get his hands between them. Elastic dug into her buttocks, the sting sharp. The tear of cotton panties, harsh to her ears, sent ripples of desire through her. He mumbled a curse and she heard the crinkle of a foil packet as it was torn open. He craved her as much as she craved him.

Beth widened her legs, bent her knees and wrapped them around his hips as he pulled back and thrust forward once more. Her body stretched to fit him. He was large. Bigger than any man she’d taken before. She ground her teeth, breathed through her nose, and willed her muscles to relax and take all of him.

“So tight.” Tom groaned.

His hips pressed tight against hers, his cock buried to the hilt. She felt the pounding of blood along her inner walls. Every beat brought heat and pleasure, taking away the sting of skin stretched to its limits. He pulled back, dragged his length through her straining body, connecting with all the right spots. The burn eased as her orgasm broke.

Great waves of pleasure crashed through her, contracting and pulsing around his cock as she screamed her release. He didn’t slow down. Instead, he increased his pace, wringing another orgasm from her. She bucked under his weight and her body thrashed about as she drowned in the sensations flooding her. Spots formed beneath her eyelids and her fingers and toes tingled as her blood centered where their bodies joined. With a roar, he thrust hard and reared back, held deep within her pussy as he found his own release.

Collapsing to the side, he took her with him. His cock slipped from her body and he disposed of the condom. Reaching for his pants he dug into the pocket, pulled out another foil packet and sheathed his still hard penis. Beth didn’t have the energy to help him. Exhausted, she lay beside him until he rolled to his back and pulled her up to sprawl on top of him. Seconds, minutes, perhaps hours later he pushed her up to straddle his hips, his hard cock slipping deep inside her throbbing core.

“You’re so hot, so wet, so tight.” He thrust his hips, sparking fire where she thought nothing was left to burn. “I want more. Give me more.”

He grabbed her hips, guiding her into a rhythm that suited him and her juices coated his cock as he pushed in and out. She closed her eyes, put her hands on his chest for support and took control of their motion. Beth wanted like she hadn’t just had the most amazing orgasms of her life. She craved this man and what he made her feel. And she’d never have him again.

The thought lanced through her, jarring her movements. His hands tightened on her hips. Opening her eyes she stared straight into his, unable to disguise the raw hurt that flowed over her.

“Don’t think, Beth. Just feel.” He pulled her down onto his chest, wrapped his arms around her back.

With gentle strokes Tom continued to move inside her. Slick slides of heated flesh against heated flesh, mind-numbing trips along sensitive nerves. Pull and drag, in and out, slick and hot. Beth shuddered as he built the pace, each thrust a little faster than the last.

Tom continued to rock her, pushing her toward the peak just out of reach. This time the trip was a slow gentle ride but her orgasm finally exploded, no less shattering than any of the others. Holding her close, he ran his hands up and down her spine and the fall was every bit as gentle as the rise had been.

Her breathing slowed, calmed and her muscles felt like cooked noodles, but her libido continued to call for satisfaction. She found it hard to reconcile this wild and wanton woman with the Beth she knew. She’d had fantasies, but they’d never had this raw-edged desire to back them up. Her wildest fantasies didn’t come close to what she’d done with Tom.

What she would do.

He stirred and rolled them to the side and his softened cock slipped from her pussy. Shock waves of need spread out from her clit. Why did this man make her want so much? She buried her face in his chest and his hair tickled her nose. Turning to the side, she breathed in deep. The smell of soap, man, sweat and sex filled her senses. Like a cat, Beth rubbed her face against his chest.

When her lips brushed his nipple, he groaned into her hair. The flat round disk puckered in reaction and she darted out her tongue and licked the small bud. Moaning, he pushed her away.

“Any more of that and we’ll never eat.”

“I’m not hungry. Not for food anyway.” The boldness of her words shocked her.

“No more talk like that. First we feed our stomachs
then
we finish feeding our other appetites.”

He got up then helped her to her feet, impressing her with his strength. He steadied her before he let go and reached for his shirt. She couldn’t remember removing their clothes, only vaguely remembered her dress and panties tearing. What would she cover herself with?

The need to cover up seemed redundant after what they’d done, but she’d be more comfortable clothed. Her gaze fell on her ruined dress.

“Here, put this on. I’ll replace the dress and the underwear.” Tom held his shirt out, ready for her to slip in her arms and head.

His shirt covered to just below her crotch, but she felt less exposed and more comfortable with it on. Not that she’d changed her mind about being with him again. No, she wanted more of him. Wanted every fantasy they could fit in before dawn. Tom picked up his boxers and stepped into them, hiding the cock she’d barely gotten a look at.

He smiled at her, grabbed her hand and pulled her close. He brushed his lips across hers, kissed the tip of her nose then kissed her forehead before he helped her back into the seat he’d pulled her from only minutes ago. Or was it hours?

The lack of silverware on the table was explained when he removed the lids from the platters of food. An array of finger foods, all in bite-sized pieces, filled the plates. Beth watched as he picked up a piece of pastry layered with what looked like finely chopped mushroom and bacon in a creamy sauce.

She opened her mouth instinctively as he touched the tiny morsel to her lips. He slipped the bite-sized treat past her lips. Her tongue snuck out to catch the tips of his fingers. She watched his nostrils flare and eyes dilate. Maybe eating first wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Beth picked up a piece of bread topped with a wedge of cheese and a sliver of meat from one of the plates. With shaky fingers she offered it to Tom. Long caramelcolored fingers wrapped around her wrist, held her in place while he pulled the piece she offered into his mouth. But he didn’t stop there. With a gentle suck he pulled each of her fingers, one at a time, into his warm, wet mouth. He swirled his tongue over and around each one before he let it slip out with a pop.

Shivers flowed from her fingers to her wrist and her hand shook even more. When he’d finished he turned her hand over, exposing her palm. He kept his gaze on her face as he leaned forward and gave her palm the same sexy treatment. He used the pointed tip of his tongue to trace the lines crisscrossing from one side to the other before he flattened it to bathe her palm from the base of her fingers to her wrist. Fire shot up along her arm, and fingers of heat clawed through her body. Lifting his head, Tom kept his eyes on hers as he licked his lips. He chewed the mouthful of food she’d fed him and swallowed. Her gaze darted down to watch the roll of his throat, the bob of his Adam’s apple.

“Mmm. Nice, but not as delicious as this.” He lowered his head once more, this time nibbling along her wrist.

Teeth, tongue and lips all worked to make her feel as if she’d jump out of her skin. He continued up her arm, biting, licking and sucking until he reached her elbow. Widening his mouth he sucked on the delicate flesh.

“Oh, God.” She moaned. Beth had never known the curve of her elbow was an erogenous zone. Her arm, already limp, sagged in his grasp. The liquefying sensation flooded her body.

She sank back against the chair and tried to concentrate on not slipping to the floor. But then again, the last time she’d been on the floor hadn’t been bad. Maybe if she slid off the chair he’d follow and not stop at her arm. Not that he
had
stopped. No, now he worked over the tender skin on the inside of her upper arm with nips and licks that sent her slumping farther into the seat.

He continued his assault through her t-shirt. By the time he’d made it to her collar bone, she was sure she’d never be able to stand again. Her insides were a simmering pot of hormone soup. Unlike the inferno of arousal he’d sparked before, this one was soft and warm but no less devastating. Every nerve focused on the wicked things he was doing with his mouth.

Her head rolled back on her shoulders. He took advantage, swooping in to take a bite of her exposed throat. Nuzzling her head to the side he worked up to the hollow below her ear, nibbling and sucking until she squirmed to get away from the intense but tickling sensations. Tom wrapped his hand around her neck, gaining control of her movements. He held her still, devouring at will.

“You taste so good,” he whispered in her ear before he traced the outer shell with his tongue.

Beth shuddered as wave after wave of molten lust rippled down to her pussy, touching off fires of yearning on the way. Caught between the luscious torment he currently inflicted and the thirst for more, her insides shook. The vibrations centered in her pussy and radiated outward, like an earthquake.

“Damn! I can’t get enough of you.” He continued his erotic assault on her neck, biting down on the gentle slope between it and her shoulder. Electric currents darted out with the pleasure-pain his bite produced.

In a sudden move, he pulled away as regret and disappointment speared through her. She moaned in protest and he chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I’m coming back,” he murmured before he gripped the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over her head. “Oh yeah, much better. Now I can get at all of you again.”

He turned from her and reached across the table but she couldn’t see what he grabbed. When his other hand cupped her breast, his fingers curling around to raise it, her eyes fluttered closed. The cold, wet sensation on her nipple had her eyes flying open. She looked down and barely had time to register the yellow slice of mango in his hand before he lowered his head and sucked her hardened flesh into his mouth. Her breast pulsed and shivers of delight snaked down her spine. The same cold wetness covered her other nipple and Beth knew she would fly apart when he moved his mouth. Bombarded with pleasurable sensations, her body arched off the chair, offering him her breast to feast upon as he saw fit.

Her head thrashed back and forth as her whole body tensed and waited for the assault to come. Poised on the brink of another orgasm, she held her breath. At the first touch of his lips she shuddered. He didn’t suck as hard this time, but kept her on the edge of madness without letting her go over.

“Spread your legs,” he growled.

Beyond protesting anything he asked, she parted her legs and eagerly waited for his possession.

“Damn. You’re so wet.” Tom slipped a finger between her folds. “Slide forward and keep your legs open.”

He wrapped his hands around her ass and lifted her to the edge of the chair. Once he had her where he wanted her, he moved his hands to the inside of her thighs, pushing them wide. The hungry stare he aimed at her pussy had her muscles clenching, pulsing, vibrating with desire.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him. The way he looked as he stared at her exposed flesh gave her no doubt he found her sexy. He made her feel wanton and capable of giving pleasure just by
being
. He knelt between her feet, a sexy dark specimen of manhood worshipping his goddess. Beth had never felt more comfortable or satisfied with her own body as she did now.

He ran one finger from the top of her folds to her ass as her pussy clamped and unclamped. Her juices flowed, coating her slit and sliding down into the crack of her ass. Tom’s nostrils flared and his eyelids slipped to half mast as he leaned forward and took a big breath.