The Tycoon's Captured Heart (11 page)

He laughed again.  “Don’t you dare stop!” he growled right back at her.  “I love it!”

Scarlett’s smile lit up the foyer and she shifted once more, almost laughing when she groaned but she couldn’t laugh.  Not when she felt like this.  She’d laugh later, she promised herself.  Much later. 

“Please, take off my sweater!” she cried out when his fingers slipped over her nipple once more, driving her crazy with need. “I want…” she started to say something, but she was too embarrassed by what she wanted him to do. 

“Tell me,” he coaxed, his fingers tweaking her nipple and causing her hips to move, yeah, just like that.  “Tell me what you like, Scarlett.  I love hearing words like that from you.”

She opened her eyes and looked up into his darker ones.  Was he serious?  She bit her lip, trying to control the way her hips wanted to move against him.  But she couldn’t!  She wanted him too badly and it was as if her body was controlled by this need instead of common sense and ladylike behavior. 

Grayson obviously understood the controversy happening inside her head and chuckled.  “Tell me Scarlett.  Leave the lady in the living room.  Give me the woman in the bedroom.”  And he shifted his hips ever so slightly, causing the friction he knew she liked.  When she gasped and arched her body against his, he almost roared with the need that was driving him crazy.  He wanted to bury himself in her heat, flood her with a need that was just as strong as what was driving him. 

“Tell me,” he coaxed again, leaning down and nibbling at her neck.  At the same time, his fingers pulled the lace material away, his hands sliding against her very soft, very pointed nipple.  “I’ll do anything you want me to do, but you have to tell me.”

She couldn’t hold back any longer.  Not when he was doing those things to her body.  She needed more!  So much more! 

“Take off my sweater!” she commanded.  “Do it now!” she told him, her eyes lighting up with the need she was feeling and unable to fight him any longer.  “Please, Grayson!”

A moment later, her sweater was on the floor and he was lifting her up again as he carried her up the stairs.  He almost stumbled when her pretty, white teeth took his ear lobe between them but he made it a few more steps.  A moment later, he pressed her against the wall again, his deft fingers releasing the catch on her bra and tossing it behind him.  He didn’t care where it landed, as long as the material wasn’t covering her soft, pretty breasts.  He took only a moment to look down at her breasts, his mind fizzling as he noticed her beautiful, pink nipples.  Just one taste, he told himself.  One taste and he would….

His arms lifted her higher, high enough so that his mouth could latch onto her nipple and he sucked hard on the sensitive flesh, hard enough so that she was screaming, her legs tightening around him and his need soared impossibly higher.  Just one more taste, he told himself and moved his mouth to the other breast.

Scarlett couldn’t believe what her body was feeling.  It was like her skin was on fire but that wasn’t exactly true either because the heat was coming from inside out to her skin. 

“Grayson, please!” she begged, shifting against him but he’d lifted her higher and she couldn’t find that hardness any longer.  And she needed it.  Now!

“Please what?” he asked as he slowly lowered her back down.  She wiggled her body until it was right where she wanted to be and he had to close his eyes to control the need to rip her leggings off and bury himself inside of her now. 

Scarlett wasn’t messing around any longer.  She moved her hands from his massive shoulders to the sides of his face.  Looking into his eyes, she gritted her teeth as she said, “Get us to a bedroom now, Grayson, or make love to me right here!”

Grayson heard the command and almost laughed.  Normally, he would be in charge but if this little woman wanted to give some orders, he was more than happy to comply.  “Your wish,” he started to say but she slid her hands down from his face to his shoulders, those dainty little hands fluttering against his skin and he lost his ability to speak.  He lifted her up and carried her the rest of the way to the bedroom he’d been not-sleeping in. 

Laying her down on the bed, he stood up, ignoring her whimper as he pulled her leggings down her slender legs.  His fingers weren’t playing around this time and he pulled her underwear right along with the stretchy pants.  When he looked down at her, seeing her naked, a sight he’d never thought to behold again, he had to stop and savor the moment.  She was so exquisitely perfect.  It was almost as if this woman was made specifically for him and he couldn’t believe his luck in having her in his arms again. 

He wasn’t going to question that luck though.  Nor was he going to stop and let her think about what was going to happen.  He wanted her too badly to let his conscience start to tell him not to touch her, not to make love to her.  For this moment, for this period in time, Scarlett was his.  He had no idea what he’d done, what amazingly good deed he’d accomplished to warrant her in his arms, but he was going to enjoy every moment until she came to her senses.  He’d apologize then.  He’d beg her forgiveness and tell her that they could still be friends and he’d never hurt her again.

But until that moment, he was going to love her so thoroughly that, hopefully, he could delay the moment when she started to regret giving herself to him. 

With that in mind, he bent lower and kissed her toes, working his way up her leg.  He almost laughed when he discovered that the backs of her knees were ticklish but kept on moving higher and higher. 

“I know what your intent is,” she told him through gritted teeth.  “And it isn’t necessary, Grayson.  Just…”

His mouth nibbled the soft skin on the inside of her thigh.  “Shut up, Scarlett.  And let me do what I want to do.  You’re not in charge any longer.  Your time is over.  It is my time now.” And with that, before she could argue with him again, he moved his mouth to that part of her that he’d been working towards, that heat that tempted him beyond reason. 

When her hips lifted off of the bed, he grabbed hold but wouldn’t relent.  Adding his fingers, sliding one inside of her heat, drove her need higher and he sucked and nibbled, creating such a point of intense sensation that, within only moments, she was splintering apart. 

He smiled as he watched her climax, reveled in how responsive her body was and, as she slowly came back to him, he moved up her slender body.  Looking down at her, he banked his own need.  “I’m going to do that to you so often that maybe it will start to take longer before you climax and I can have a longer taste of your sweet body,” he told her.

Scarlett blushed, her hand lifting to cover his mouth.  “No,” she told him. 

His only response was to take her hand away and kiss her, denying her ability to tell him that he wasn’t going to do that to her again.  He loved the way she tasted and she wasn’t going to get away with stopping him.  Never! 

When he lifted his mouth again, she was sighing with happiness but he almost laughed when she looked as if she was finished.  “Oh, we’re not finished, love.  Not by a long shot!”

“I hope so,” she smiled.  But her eyes moved down his body.  “Are you going to do something about those clothes?” she teased. 

He smiled back at her even as his hand reached behind his head and pulled the material, tossing it behind him.  When his hands moved to the snap of his jeans, she shook her head, sitting up.  “Will you let me?” she asked.

He looked down at her and felt like he was going to explode.  But the idea of her slender fingers touching him there was just too much of a need now that she’d offered.  “Of course,” he said.  Or growled or grunted.  He wasn’t sure if he was able to speak right now. 

Her fingers shook slightly as they unsnapped his jeans.  The zipper was easier and he actually considered wearing clothes with only Velcro on them in the future, just so that this process would be easier and faster for her. 

He waited in a moment of pleasurable agony as her fingers slid the zipper down, her fingers so shockingly close but not close enough.  He wanted her fingers around him, touching him! 

When she pulled the denim away, he groaned and her fingers whipped back.  He could have laughed, but he was in too much pain, needing her touch.  As gently as possible, he took her hands and pulled them back to him.  “It’s okay, love.  You didn’t hurt me.  Just the opposite, actually.”  He pushed his jeans and boxers down, tossing them to the side, then guided her hand back to him, wrapping her fingers around his erection, showing her how he wanted her to hold him.  And it felt better than he’d thought possible. 

“No more,” he groaned.

Scarlett couldn’t believe that he was stopping her.  She’d wanted to do that to him so badly but he was pulling her hand away and pushing her back against the mattress while he rolled a condom down his length.  “But…”

“Later!” he told her and pressed her legs wider.  His mouth latched onto her nipple one more time and, sure enough, she made those sexy sounds that incited his lust even higher.  Moving to the other nipple, he gave that one the same attention, all the while, he was moving between her legs and pressing himself into her heat.  He had to release her nipple but he grabbed her hands, lifting her arms up so that she was holding onto him as he filled up her heat.  Watching her eyes, he loved the way she felt as her body clenched around his.  It was so amazingly hot to watch her mouth open and feel her hips shift to adjust to his invasion.  He thought he could happily die right at this moment. 

But then she moved against him, her hips lifting ever so slightly and he knew that he didn’t want to die.  Not just yet.  He needed to…yes!  “Just like that, love,” he told her.  “Do that again.”

Scarlett complied and he loved the way she shifted, the heat and gentleness of her.  He wished he could repay in kind, but he was over the top with the need to feel her climax again, to find his own release. 

Grabbing her hands, he lifted them up over her head so that she couldn’t touch him any longer.  He would lose it and he wanted her to find her own release first. 

Moving as slowly as he could, he watched her eyes, trying to make this perfect for her.  But in the end, he simply couldn’t move slowly enough for her.  She just felt too amazing.  Speeding up, he tried hard not to slam into her but he suspected that he might be too rough.  He was relieved when he felt her splinter apart and he wanted to help her, to make it longer but he couldn’t.  She just felt too good as his own climax burst over him and all he could do was hold onto her. 

A long time later, he lifted himself up and rolled to the side, pulling her with him.  “Sorry for crushing you,” he mumbled, still breathing heavily after that explosion.  Impossibly, that time was even better than the last.  And he’d thought that last time couldn’t get any better. 

“Don’t apologize,” she said and snuggled closer to him, wanting to feel his skin against hers.  “I loved it.”

He looked down at her, one eyebrow going higher.  “You liked being crushed by my weight?”

She laughed, feeling giddy.  “I loved feeling your weight on me.”  Her hand fluttered down over his stomach and Grayson’s heart almost stopped.  “Too soon, love.”

She pulled her hand away.  “Oh.  I read about that somewhere,” she told him, her smile disappearing. 

Grayson watched the blush form on her pretty cheeks.  Rolling back, he looked down at her.  “What exactly did you read?” he demanded, curious about her blush. 

She let her leg slid up the outside of his hips, loving the differences in their bodies.  “I read that it takes men a bit longer to…” she shrugged slightly.  “Well, you know…” she cringed.  “Do it again.”

Grayson was so stunned by what she was implying that it took him a moment to react.  When he finally did, he could only throw back his head and laugh.  “Oh really?  So you think…” his eyes moved down her nakedness, unable to hold back another chuckle.  “You think that I can only do it once.”

She shook her head.  “Oh no.  I know that you can do it twice.  Remember the last time?”

He did.  And his eyes turned serious.  He opened his mouth, about to apologize but she slapped her hand over his mouth. 

Scarlett shook her head.  “No Grayson.  Don’t you dare say a word.  Nothing that will change how happy I feel right now.  The only words you can utter are instructions on how long it will take before we can enjoy that activity once again.”  She carefully lifted her hand away from his mouth, fully aware that he could have easily pinned her arms against the mattress and said anything he wanted.  He was too strong and could easily overcome her pathetic attempts to stop him, but she was grateful that he’d allowed her to speak. 

“I think,” he told her as his hand moved along her waist, cupping her breast one more time, “that I need to prove that the article you read was completely wrong.”  His eyes watched her nipple pucker as his thumb traced the delicate skin.  “Or at least when you’re in my arms.”  And he proceeded to do just that.  Thoroughly!

Over the next two weeks, Scarlett was happier than she’d ever thought possible.  She woke up every morning in Grayson’s arms.  They worked in the castle together, but he respected her need for space while dealing with the contractors renovating the various rooms, and she tried to keep the noise to a minimum so that he could concentrate on his work. 

She met him for lunch every day though.  Sometimes he would find her with a picnic basket and take her out to one of the meadows, spread out a big blanket and they would share the meal under the warm sunshine.  Other times, when it was rainy or just a dull, dreary day, they would eat in the kitchen which she’d transformed into a bright, happy place to be. 

But the evenings…!  Goodness, the evenings were the best!  Every night, they dined by candlelight, discussing the progress they’d made throughout the day, sipping wine and eating whatever delicious meal his assistant had procured for them.  Somehow, the amazing woman was able to find unique meals that were delivered hot to the door, complete with a decadent dessert.

Scarlett would be gaining weight with all of the rich food she was eating but Grayson’s efforts kept her waistline in check.  Because of the nights!  After dinner, he would take her into his arms and make love to her until both of them were too weak to move.  Only at that point, would they fall asleep in each other’s arms.  Normally, he would wake her up at some point in the night and make love to her again.  Or sometimes, he would hold her gently in his arms, keeping her warm and feeling secure.  Until the morning when he would make love to her once more.  In the shower, against the bedroom wall, the hallway…sometimes actually in the bed!  It was the most erotic time in her life.

And she never wanted it to end.