Mine Until Dawn (20 page)

CHAPTER 15

Seconds passed as Vince waited for Jade’s response, yet it seemed like an eternity. She chewed on her full bottom lip, desire and indecision clear on her pretty face. His hand tightened around her waist, the urge to kiss her and take the matter out of her hand tugged at him. Unfortunately, he’d noticed how skittish she was when it came to anything sexual. He couldn’t afford to blow this by acting like an immature idiot.

“Tell me what you want, babe?” His voice came out husky.

She reached up to touch his cheek, making his skin tingle. “We must attend this party,” she whispered.

“I know. One kiss, then I’ll leave. I promise.”

She laughed, rubbing the back of her hand over his beard stubble before running a finger across his lips. “Haven’t you noticed a kiss between us always escalates into something bigger?”

“I’m not complaining.” The sound of her laughter slammed into him like a tidal wave, making his gut ache.

“Neither am I.” She rested the palm of her hand against his chest, went on her toes, and pressed her lips to his. The tentative kiss made Vince shudder. A flirtatious flick of her tongue, then she leaned back. “There.”

“My turn,” he said in a guttural voice he didn’t recognize as his own. He wanted her to feel the full range of his passion, to succumb to it willingly.

Her eyes round, she gripped his arms. “You promised—”

“Just one kiss.” His head swooped low and he claimed her lips. At the same time he pulled her against his hard body. Sinking his hand in her hair, he thrust his tongue past her lips to explore the moist, satiny wonders of her inner mouth. The taste of her, sweet and exotic, left him light-headed.
 

Her arms crept up to circle his neck and cradle him. He felt the tremors course through her body, echoing his. Deftly, he shuffled forward, half-carrying and half-dragging her, until her back was against the wall. He braced himself, legs slightly apart, as he deepened the kiss. His hunger was so shocking and unexpected, her unrestrained response so exhilarating. He plundered her mouth like a man long starved.
   

Blood roared in his ears. His hands shook like an adolescent on the verge of his first sexual encounter. Vince reached for the lapels of her robe and parted them. She gasped against his mouth, her unrestrained breasts spilling out. From the corner of his eye, he spied one perfect mound. Beautiful. Succulent. Meant to be suckled. He cupped it and rubbed the tight, puckered nipple with his thumbs.
   

Any moment, Vince expected Jade to stiffen, push him away, or tell him to stop. It would kill him, make him howl like a rabid dog, but he would respect her wishes. A protest arose from his chest when her arms dropped from his neck to his arms.

Oh, crap, here it comes.

But instead of pushing away, Jade’s fingers dug into his flesh like talons. She arched her back, offering him better access to her lush breasts.

Forget one kiss. It wasn’t enough. It could never be enough between them. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t drag this one to eternity and back. He had a whole bag of sexual tricks just for her. He wanted her over the edge, tumbling to the other side with nothing but the sound of his name on her lips. He released her mouth to trail a sensual line down her chest, savoring the taste and texture of her skin, her exotic flowery scent.

“Vince,” she gasped, her breath coming out in spurts, her chest rapidly rising and falling.

“Right here, babe.” Vince buried his face in the valley between her breasts, raw sensations rocking his body. Nothing he’d experienced had prepared him for this. The feel of her. Soft. Lush. He turned his head, nuzzled his cheeks against her, then pulled one puckered nipple in his mouth.

Jade jerked and shuddered as though prodded by a live wire. Her moans grew wilder as he grazed her nipple with his teeth and soothed with his tongue. The taste of her, her utter passionate response was more than he’d hoped for. He moved to the other nipple, his hands sliding lower, caressing her waist. Her lacey thong-bikini was no barrier to his hungry hands. She was well-padded—wide hips, firm ass to cushion a man. He cupped her ample buttocks and squeezed.

“Vince—”

He shifted, cutting off her words with his mouth. He couldn’t stop now. He had to touch her, had to make her come. One hand held her nape as he deepened the kiss while the other swept around her hip, following her delicate thongs to the apex between her legs.

Her thighs clamped together in resistance. Aw. She didn’t want this. What was wrong with him? Vince released her lips to beg. “Let me please you, babe. I just want to please you. But if you want me to stop...”
 

“No,” she gasped, grabbed his face, and locked lips with him. She pressed her hips against his hand, her thighs quivering, but still not giving him access to what he desperately sought.

Okay, so she was still unsure whether to trust him or not. He could work around that. Pleasing a woman had never been an issue for him. The problem was he wanted more than that with Jade. He wanted her trust.

Vince stroked her silken hips, running a hand up and down her thighs. A garter belt on a woman was sexy. He traced the lacy belt, wishing he could step back and see her, all of her. Later. Right now….

He nibbled along her jaw, her neck, the sensitive area behind her ear, his hands changed directions, stroking her inner thighs, begging for her surrender.

At last, she relaxed, her thighs trembling as they parted.
 

Vince ran a finger over the thin material covering her most private parts. He could feel her heat, her thong soaking wet with her juice. Once again, he took his time stroking her through the silky covering, giving her a false sense of security. When their lips locked again, he pulled her thongs aside and worked his way through ringlets of hair hiding her treasure.
 
His treasure.

A shudder rocked his body when his fingertips grazed the silken folds. She was hot. Slick. Ready. He wanted to spread her wide, explore her secrets with his mouth, and lose himself so deep in her until neither of them could tell where one started and the other ended

She made a sound deep in her throat as the pads of his fingers circled and teased the crevices of her sex. Vince slid a finger inside her, slowly stroking her inside walls and rubbing the outside sensitive nub with his thumb. Jade squirmed and whimpered, making him imagine she was riding him and not his hand.

He pushed in a second finger, thrusting deeper and deeper. Her nether muscles clenched around his hand, her hips jerking and her breath hitching. She encouraged him with soft sounds, matched the movements of his hands, rocking and grinding.

He knew she was close when she reached down, grabbed his wrist, and pushed it against herself. Controlling the pace and her pleasure. He might like to run the show, but it was gratifying to see a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it.

“Talk to me,” he stopped kissing her long enough to whisper in her ear.

She squeezed her eyes tighter and gasped, “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Deeper,” she urged, and he complied. “Faster. Yes. Oh, yes.” Her nails dug into his skin as she gripped his hand harder, her body vibrating. Vince imagined her on top of him, under him, writhing and taking him deeper, begging for more.

Jade let out a sobbing wail, her thighs clenching around his hand. The force of her orgasm almost sucked him under, too. The damages from her nails would be major, but Vince didn’t care. Seeing her lose herself was worth everything. She collapsed against him, gasping and shaking, chanting his name. Exactly what he’d wanted to see, except she’d humbled him. Unmanned him. He’d never seen passion so raw and real.

Vince nuzzled her neck, waiting for the wave to subside. He could smell her female scent mixed with her perfume, a heady combination for a man in his condition. ‘His condition’ was the last thing he wanted to think about now. His cock throbbed relentlessly, begging for release. He ignored his own needs, his arm tightening around Jade, supporting her weight and holding her close.

Her breathing became less jerky and her hands relaxed, then fell away. It was awhile before he withdrew his hand from between her legs. He wasn’t surprised when her nether muscles clenched around him. His baby was so responsive. Making love to her was going to be an experience.

With her cheek pressed against his chest and her head lowered, all he could see was the crown of hair on her head. She’d piled it up into a French roll with a few strands framing her face. Now wisps of hair hung all over her shoulders, the roll threatening to escape the pins holding it in place.

Vince dropped a kiss on her head. “Hey.”

Jade snuggled deeper into his chest, making him realize she might be scared to look at him. Unbelievable and fascinating. The mixture of innocence and sophistication had him totally enthralled.

He tilted his head to steal a glimpse at her body. The robe had slipped off her shoulder to reveal one yummy breast, the gentle curve of her stomach, and a smooth rounded thigh. The black garter belt and silk stockings looked decidedly sexy against her skin. With her writhing and squirming, he was surprised they hadn’t come loose. He wondered if they could withstand a tumble in the bed.

Fighting the direction of his thoughts, Vince lifted his hand, still wet with Jade’s juice, to his mouth. “Hmm.”

Just as he’d hoped, her head snapped up. She stared at him without making a sound, her lovely eyes filled with wonder. Now that was a million-dollar expression. The kind to make a man feel above mere mortals. He licked his fingers, making suckling sounds. “I knew we would be great together. I can’t wait to feast on you, again and again.”

When her eyes widened, he grinned. It was obviously a wrong thing to do because the awe left her face and she shot him a baleful glare.

“I guess I’ll have to wait until later,” he added.

She wiggled to create some space between them, grabbed the lapels of her robe, and yanked them together. “One kiss.”

He wasn’t sure whether the words were directed at him or herself. They sounded too much like a recrimination. He’d hate for her to regret what had just happened. He deliberately chose to misunderstand.

“My fault. I got carried away. But, you said so yourself. Our kisses tend to explode and—”

The sound of the doorbell interrupted him. They both turned to stare at the bedroom door. “The limo is here, I guess,” Vince said.

Jade stiffened. “The dinner party.
 
I forgot.” Her hand went to her hair, then dropped down to push on his chest. “Go stall him. Tell him to give us….” her voice trailed off when her gaze drifted down his body. “Oh my.”

Vince followed her gaze to his throbbing erection and grimaced. Yeah, it would take a miracle to make him decent. He hated cold showers and the shallow, disappointing feeling after jerking off. But with the image of Jade’s lush body in his head, the sounds of her cries still ringing in his ears, and the delicious taste of her in his mouth, it might just be bearable.

“Do you need me to take care of, uh, your needs?” she asked in a breathless whisper.

He looked up and their gazes connected. She looked so guilty he was tempted to accept her offer. No way. Vince shook his head. No quickies with her. Making out until dawn could take the edge off, but he’d need several nights to have his needs met.

“Only if we’re staying in, babe. Since we’re not, it can wait until later.” The doorbell rang, again. “I’ll take care of it.” He walked to her bed and picked up his tux.

“Are you sure? I can talk to the driver.”

He turned, the cloth bag over his arm, hiding his boner. “See. He won’t notice anything. Why don’t you finish getting ready? I should be done in fifteen minutes or so.” He shot her one last glance, taking in the lingering passion in her eyes, her slightly disheveled hair and swollen lips. He fought the urge to haul her back in his arms and never leave the room for days. The sacrifices he had to make. That bastard Bouchard had better be at that party or else.

Jade watched the play of emotions on Vince’s face with interest and then concern. For a man who had, only moments ago, held her as though he didn’t want to let go, he appeared pissed.

The doorbell chimed again, causing him to yank the bedroom door and step into the hallway. Jade released the breath she hadn’t known she was holding.
 
Men. Whoever said they were easy to understand was so wrong. Vince was such a contradiction, so complex. One minute cold and aloof, next heat hot enough to singe clothes off a woman shot from his eyes. A sigh escaped her. Better focus on something simpler, like her feelings.

Jade took tentative steps to her bed. Her wobbly knees, the sensitized nub between her thighs, and the wetness on her thongs, all reminded her of what had just happened. She had exploded. No, imploded. Her first mind-numbing, toe-curling, makes-me-want-to-die orgasm.

She sat down at the edge of her bed, her gaze sweeping the room—dull beige walls and carpet, and an equally uninspired striped, green and beige duvet. Such a plain, cheerless room, yet she’d had one of her most earth-shuttering moment in it. Against a wall, no less.
  

Her ears heated up when recalled her reckless behavior. Directing Vince on what she wanted. Screeching like a banshee. What had come over her? Honest to God, she ought to be ashamed of herself.