Kate
I lost myself completely in his kiss, so much so that I ignored the warning voice in my head. The one that reminded me to put my guard back up.
I knew I should have. I knew it was imperative to protect myself from the man I knew I was at risk of falling, for but I couldn’t stop myself.
The way his lips touched mine told me a different story, one that I wanted to believe, but I’d never trusted anyone before and if I was going to start now it certainly wouldn’t be with a man notorious for pleasing women, for making them fall for him and moving on.
I put my hand to his chest, ready to push him away, but instead I found myself fumbling desperately with the buttons on his shirt. I wanted it off; I wanted to feel his skin against my fingers.
He took his hand away from my heat and pushed himself up. I felt the raw pull of lust and reached up for him, but he maintained his distance, watching me as he took his shirt off and threw it to the floor.
I looked over his firm body and taught muscles. Never before had I seen a man built the way he was, every part of him chiseled to perfection.
Men like that only existed in films and magazine articles, never in bed with me and certainly not about to be my husband.
“Turn over,” he said gruffly, and it took a moment to register what he’d said. I flipped onto my front, unsure of what he was going to do, until I felt the almost full weight of him on top of me. I heard the zipper on the back of my dress, and with every inch of it he pulled down he pressed his lips to my exposed skin.
It sent ripples of pleasure through me as he went further and further.
“Jonathan…” I breathed, never having been on the receiving end before of such sensuality.
He continued, lower and lower, until his lips grazed the small of my back and he knelt up guiding me to turn over.
I watched his eyes glide over my bare breasts, taking in every part of my body with a look of hunger, and I suddenly wished the lamp to the side of us was off and that the room was in darkness.
I wasn’t body confident at the best of times, but with a man like Jonathan above me who’d most probably only ever seen a size zero woman naked, I felt over exposed.
He caught me looking at the lamp and turned my face back towards him.
“I love every part of your body…” he scolded gently. “Can’t you get that? Don’t you understand how beautiful you are to me? All of you.”
He put a hand on my stomach and it sent a tingle of emotion and anticipation through me.
“Don’t ever feel like you have to hide yourself from me.”
The words he said were sentimental, but his eyes and face remained hard.
I ran my hands over his back and round to his front, hooking my fingers into his belt. This time he let me undo it myself and I threw it on the bed beside me. He grinned slightly and eased back off me as he took off his pants, and I watched his sculptured body as he pushed his underwear down and stepped out of it.
My eyes left his and travelled down his torso, lingering on his large erection. I sat up instantly, taking hold of it in my hand.
He let out a deep, low groan as I covered him with my mouth, unable to take the full length of him in.
I felt his fingers tangle in my hair, keeping me against him as I swirled my tongue around his tip, enjoying his taste and the way he moaned.
I sucked, licked, and tickled him, trying to take him deeper into my mouth, wanting to give him every last bit of pleasure that I could.
He built up a rhythm, thrusting gently until he put a hand on either side of my face and stepped back.
“Lay back,” he said, his voice thick and he reached into his bedside table for his condom.
I did as he said and he lowered himself onto me, bringing his lips to mine, and I felt the energy of his kiss radiating through me.
I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside me, and the desire to have him made me run my fingers over his hard body and try to pull him closer against me.
He pulled away and looked into my eyes, and I saw something else in him as he reached down between us and pushed himself into me.
I cried out when I received the full length of him, and my body arched upwards with pleasure. I held onto him as he thrust himself in again and I dug my fingers into his back.
He shuddered as he withdrew and then slid himself in again, groaning against my face. I felt his rhythm build up, and the pleasure in my stomach as he went in deep spread all over me.
He kept his pace up, running his hand down my body before he took each of mine is his and pinned my arms back to either side of me by my head and laced our fingers together.
I opened my eyes to see him looking at me, his eyebrows furrowed with the pleasure and tension that he was building up inside.
He groaned deeply every time I received him, his thrusts shaking my body and making my breasts jump below him.
He moved his eyes to them and let go of one of my hands so he could touch it to my nipple.
“Jonathan…” I breathed as it sent new levels of pleasure to our sex. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. “I can’t…”
“Come,” he demanded gruffly, his voice deep and low, and the tingle his command gave me spread over my body igniting my orgasm.
I wrapped my legs around him as I came, as wave after wave of pleasure flowed over my body.
I felt his movement pick up as I shook beneath him and I knew he was close. I reached down and squeezed his backside against me, making him groan into my ear.
He withdrew himself from me completely and sat up, his hand clasped around his hard member.
“Turn over…” he said gruffly.
I turned quickly, sighing deeply as he thrust himself back into me and I felt the weight of him on my back.
I gripped the sheets as he pushed himself deeper, and I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
I felt his hands on my back and waist before his body started to jerk against mine.
“Shit!” he cried out, shaking uncontrollably above me as he came hard, his groans sending pleasure over my body again.
He collapsed on top of me, shuddering and breathing fast as he kissed the back of my neck and shoulder.
We lay like that for a moment until his breathing had calmed, and then he pulled himself off and rested beside me.
I turned to look at him, his eyes closed, and I reached over to kiss the side of his face making him open his eyes and look at me.
It should have just been sex; that was what the original plan was supposed to be. We were meant to have uncomplicated, enjoyable sex and nothing more. We were two people who were going to enter into a business marriage who also just so happened to find each other sexually attractive, but as I lay there looking into his light green eyes I felt something that I knew was dangerous ground. I knew we’d crossed a line and I wasn’t sure if it was even possible to go back.
“Why can’t you just have sex with me and get up and leave like you normally do with everyone else?” I asked suddenly, scared of my feelings and what I wanted from him inside. I knew I didn’t really want him to do that, I knew that if he got up and left me now to pretend that didn’t just happen it would completely crush me.
He touched his hand to my face and then down over my neck to my shoulder, my waist and to my hips, and then he took my hand and brought my fingers to his lips and kissed them.
“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” he whispered wearily, his eyes staring into mine intensely. “You mean something to me Kate. You mean more to me than I think you realize, than I think I even realize. I don’t know what to make of it, but all I know is that I don’t want to fight it.”
His words sent shivers through my body and I smiled, unbelieving how a normal woman like me could be the one to tame Jonathan Davenport, but inside I felt torn. There was a large part of me that wanted him to want me. I wanted him to need me more than just to make his mother happy, but there was another part of me screaming a warning out deep inside. Warning! Warning! This man is a known serial heartbreaker! If the feelings I had for him were so strong, so deep and so real, why did I have a sudden urge to get up and ran as fast as I could and never look back?