Janelle Denison - The Ultimate Seduction

Noah abruptly stood and braced his hands on either side of her head, and she caught a glimpse of his disheveled hair, the flushed color slashing across his cheekbones, the molten heat in his gaze. He looked savagely male, and as he leaned into her with the press of his hard, lean body, she could feel the length of him vibrating with sexual tension.

Without preamble, he captured her mouth once again, his tongue finding and tangling with hers. The mingled flavor of Noah's aggressive need and her own dewy essence was heady and darkly seductive, and she reached between the crush of their bodies and cupped her palm against the thick erection confined within his jeans. She rubbed the length of him, slow and firm, and felt him pulse and grow impossibly harder.

"I want you inside me," she panted as her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans. "Right here, right now."

A low, primitive growl rumbled up from his chest, and he clamped his fingers around her wrist to stop her illicit caress. His damp mouth skimmed across her cheek to her ear. "Let's finish this in the bedroom."

His bedroom seemed a mile away, and her body was on fire for him. "I can't wait that long, and I don't think my legs are steady enough to climb those stairs."

He chuckled against her neck. "We need a condom," he rasped, obviously thinking more rationally than she was. "And the only way to get one is to head upstairs."

She groaned her disappointment, then gasped when he bent low and hefted her over his shoulder, caveman-style, with her jeans and panties still bunched around her knees. He bounded up the stairs with an agility that amazed her when she felt so limp and boneless. Once inside the room, he flipped her onto the middle of his bed, turned on the lamp on the nightstand and quickly pulled off her shoes, socks, jeans and underwear. In the next instant he shucked his own clothes, then retrieved a condom from the drawer beside the bed and sheathed himself.

She expected him to come up and over her and take her hard and fast, but instead a slow, sinful smile made an appearance and she knew that Noah intended to take his sweet time with her this time around.

"Turn over onto your stomach, slave," he murmured.

She rolled onto her belly, and when he told her to lift up her hips so he could shove a pillow beneath her, she submitted to his request, unbearably excited by the thought of engaging in such an erotic position with him.

She shivered as his fingers brushed across the sensitive crease at the back of her knees, then feathered up her legs. His warm lips joined in on the provocative journey, following the path of his splayed hands with damp, openmouthed kisses and gentle nips of his teeth. She arched her hips higher as his thumbs dipped into the crease between her thighs and grazed the soft, swollen folds of her sex. Then she moaned when he increased the pleasure with a slow, leisurely lap of his tongue.

Renewed desire took hold, making her tingle from head to toes. Anticipation coiled low and tight, throbbing for release. Yet he merely continued stroking her flesh, his palms gliding over her buttocks, along her waist, then up the center of her spine. His hands were pure magic, his firm caresses as erotic as they were tender, making her grow restless with a longing to feel him deep inside of her.

She attempted to spread her legs to make room for him in between, but he straddled her thighs instead, keeping her legs together. He aligned his hips to hers so that his erection probed between her legs and slid along her slick flesh, teasing her until she clutched the bedspread in her fists and begged him to satisfy the aching need he'd incited. The head of his shaft found her core, and he slipped inside her an agonizing inch as he settled his weight over her from behind, keeping her pinned to the mattress with the length of his body.

He swept her hair to the side, exposing her nape, along with the vulnerable curve where neck met shoulder. Then he opened her hands so she released the bedspread and intertwined his fingers through hers so that she felt physically bound to him. His hot breath grazed her cheek and his mouth touched her jaw and glided down to a vein throbbing in her neck. His teeth nibbled, and she closed her eyes and shivered, her stomach constricting with excitement as she wondered if he intended to mark her again in such a possessive, carnal way. It seemed appropriate, considering how inherently primitive their position was.

She was on edge, frustrated that he was completely in control while she was a bundle of restless energy just waiting to come apart. For him, with him. "Noah, please. Don't make me wait any longer."

"You feel so damn tight, so hot and wet," he murmured into her ear, then flexed his hips against her bottom, lifting her pelvis higher. The dampness of her own desire eased his way deeper, making them both groan at the exquisite friction he created. Then he withdrew almost all the way out and pushed slowly back inside her, until he was buried to the hilt and she felt impaled by the hard length of him. He pulsed within her, breathing raggedly against her neck as his mouth sought a tender place to brand her.

She quivered, waiting, and when he finally sank his teeth into the tendon of muscle at the curve of her shoulder, she moaned long and loud. Her eyes rolled back, and she felt the erotic pull all the way down to her sex, making her inner muscles contract around him.

Finally, he drove into her, hard and deep, wringing another cry from her. He thrust again, his hips working like a piston, too quickly for her to catch her breath. He groaned her name. A demand. A plea.

And she answered him with a whispered,"Yes."

He gave one last violent thrust, spiraling them both into a vortex of all-consuming pleasure that seemed more vital than each rapid heartbeat, more essential than each labored breath she drew. She shattered right along with him, blinded by delirious sensation and intoxicated by his wild need for her.

For a brief time as they made love he made her forget the threat surrounding her. But in the back of her mind the fact remained that someone was after her.

It was nine-thirty the following morning before Noah heard the upstairs shower turn on, and assumed that Natalie had finally gotten out of bed. As for him, he'd been awake since before his alarm clock had gone off at six. He'd taken his own shower, had quietly gotten dressed for the day, then left Natalie burrowed deep in the covers while he headed downstairs. He wanted to get some work done in his office before she woke up and he finally explained her past relationship with Chad Freeman.

Last night, the woman in his bed had been completely and utterly insatiable to the point of exhausting them both, he recalled with a smile. They'd made love three times, and once their passions had cooled, peace and calm had settled over her. When she'd snuggled up to him and asked him to just hold her, he hadn't been able to shatter the cocoon of intimacy with a serious discussion. He knew there would be plenty of time for that later.

Like this morning, just as soon as she came downstairs.

With a resigned sigh, he put away the paperwork he was researching on the Internet, grabbed Natalie's case file and headed into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee for her, and himself. He could use another dose of caffeine to get him through the next hour or so.

By the time the coffee was done percolating, Natalie walked into the kitchen wearing a pair of cotton drawstring pants and a blouse she hadn't bothered to button up all the way. Her hair was still damp and combed away from her freshly scrubbed face, and she greeted him with a soft "good morning," an affectionate kiss on the cheek and a sweet smile he knew he could get used to seeing every day for the rest of his life.

His heart thumped hard in his chest, the knowledge that he'd fallen in love with this woman undeniable. She fit so perfectly in his life, in a way he'd never imagined any woman could. For years he'd embraced his playboy, bachelor image, enjoying brief relationships that made no demands on his carefree lifestyle and emotions. No attachment beyond sexual pleasure meant no potential heartache to deal with, and that motto had worked just fine for him.

Until Natalie. He'd taken her in, made her a part of his life, and now he was in so deep every fiber of his being tensed at the thought of losing her, which was a distinct possibility. Their relationship, their affair, had been instigated under false pretenses, and it was only a matter of time before everything came to a head and she realized the truth. He could only hope and pray his feelings for her would be enough to repair any damage he'd done to her emotions.

She withdrew two mugs from the cupboard, finding everything in the kitchen, in his home, with ease after nearly a week in his care. "I can't believe you let me sleep in so late," she chastised lightly.

He poured the coffee into their cups, and she added the creamer. "You obviously needed it."

She grinned impishly, her eyes dancing with a mischievous light he knew he was eventually going to douse as the morning turned to more somber matters. "I guess I did need the rest," she admitted.

And not just because of their night of intense, sizzling lovemaking. The distressing situation she'd endured at work had obviously contributed to the stress and tension, heightening her need to work off the restless apprehension that had settled over her. She'd chosen to lose herself in sensual sensations, and once she'd slaked her lust, she'd been physically and emotionally wasted. After their intense encounter, deep, uninterrupted slumber had consumed her, which had been for the best, he knew.