Chapter 20

Richie held Elena against the door. He hadn’t meant to go straight to his room. He’d meant to romance her a little, but the little stunt she’d pulled in his car and then the driveway had him so hot and hard he couldn’t think of anything but getting her sweet little self settled around his hips.

With a grunt he lifted her until her legs clamped around his waist and her fingers tangled in his hair. He pushed at the stretchy silver shirt but only managed to find a shoulder so far. Good enough for now he thought and pressed an open mouthed kiss on the sun kissed curve. The leftover tan and lack of strap lines urged him to see if he could find any bikini lines.

Elena curled her hands into his hair dragging his lips away from her shoulder. She wanted that sneaky, overwhelmingly hot mouth on hers. Lips slid over his slightly whiskery jaw as she nibbled her way to his chin that led to that full lower lip that did nothing but drive her crazy. She flicked her tongue along the seam of his lips and he opened for her. The kiss went hot in a flash. The club had nothing on Richie here in his element. Here, where he didn’t hold anything back. She whimpered and held on as he took.

His fingers gripped her hips and slowly pushed her shirt up. If he'd thought she was tiny before, it was nothing compared to the fragile skin he found at her waist. He hoisted her higher breaking the kiss that threatened to have him nailing her to the wall before he was ready. She was dangerous. The drugging intensity of her kisses and the soft mewling moans had his dick pulsing against the ties of his pants.

Nosing his way under the stretchy, clingy spangles he drowned in the soft powdery scent of her. He let the tip of his tongue trace the quivering line of her belly from just above her navel to the hollow dip just before her bra. He balanced her against the door. “Off,” he groaned and was rewarded with her help. The shirt floated over his head leaving a barely there scrap of lace that cupped her breasts. She was small and perfect, just a little more than a mouthful. Dusky rose nipples tightened leaving him no choice but to taste her through the lace. Pressing her more firmly into the door he caught her against him groaning as the lace scored down his chest. He flicked at his own buttons, needing to feel her against him.

Impatient she pushed at his shirt, dragging her tongue over the wide expanse of olive skin. His hair tickled her nose as she shoved his hair over his shoulder. Right now she didn’t want that beautiful hair, she wanted skin. Wanted to feel him against her. “Off,” she murmured this time, rewarded when it finally slid down his arms and his hands were on her again. Their eyes met and the dark brown of his was nearly black with lust. She shuddered against the heat. No one had ever looked at her like that before.

His mouth dipped to hers, savoring the dark flavor of her as he flipped the cups, too distracted to get to the hooks in the back. He groaned when skin met skin for the first time. Her nipples burned into his skin leaving his knees weak. Calling on every piece of restraint he had he pressed his forehead into her shoulder. The need to taste her was overwhelming, but he knew the minute his mouth clamped onto that perfect breast he was a gonner. He grunted when clever teeth scraped down his neck and across his clavicle.

Lifting her and hooking her arms around his neck he turned to the bed and lowered her gently. It was like an animal burning inside of him, kicking and growling to get inside of her to make his mark, but he forced himself to slow and to savor.

Reaching up she tangled her hands into his long silken hair and pulled him in for a kiss. Her tongue flashed out begging entrance as her nails skimmed up along his muscular arms. Her body, unable to be still, writhed up against him, her voice soft and husky whispering, “Hurry.”

He backed off of her and stood. He needed a second to just look, to find his control before he scared her or insulted her by rutting into her like a rabid dog. He lifted her foot and pressed it against his thigh to unzip her boot, took the same care with the other foot before he leaned over her.

Caging her, but still not trusting himself he leaned down and nuzzled her tummy, flicking the tip of his tongue over the glittering stud that flashed from her tiny belly button. He used his teeth to pop her top button as he sat back on his heels and peeled back her jeans. He watched her dark eyes widen, desire burning there like a living thing.

Her hips arched upwards, helping him slide the skin tight jeans free. She was burning fever bright, and all from simple looks, kisses and touches.

Flinging her socks off with the jeans sighed out her name on a dark promise. Legs that seemed far too long to be on her sweet little body, opened for him. A black matching thong rode high on her thigh as she slowly closed her legs, scissoring her calf from the knee down until she made one long lithe line of dusky bronze legs. With fisted knuckles he pressed into the bed and ran his nose along the seam until she opened again.

"Richieeeeeeeeeee" her voice whined out softly as her legs slid open, her hands reaching out to find his shoulders and dig in lightly.

He ran the tip of his tongue over the inside of her thigh and the scent of her left him high. She smelled of sex and surrender and he wanted a taste of her. Climbing higher on the bed he slid one long finger along the scalloped edge of the lace at her center.

Her body arched upwards, her tongue darting out to wet lips gone dry with need. As she looked up into his eyes he could read the pleas radiating from within their depths. As her hands reached around to his back, her nails slid slowly over each inch of his spine.

"Ah-ahh, sweetheart, let me have my taste, huh?" he said with lips barely an inch away from her heat. He felt the scrape of her nails on his shoulders and he grinned up at her. With his teeth he tugged at lace and let it snap back over her mound. With that distraction she fell back and he slid two fingers under the elastic edge to find her wet for him.

The snap of the lace jolted straight through to her center, making her hotter, wetter, and wilder. Whimpers shifted into full out moans as her fingers worked their way into his hair. "Yes, God please, Richie."

He took the quick shudder as a good sign and flipped her panties back. His own groan matched hers as he found her sun-kissed skin blending together without a wisp of a line to be had. "Jesus, Elena." he said and nosed his way inside. He couldn't make himself wait any longer, he needed to know just how she tasted. He sipped from her and the first hint of her left him weak. With impatient fingers he pushed the scrap of lace down and away, pushing his hands under her ass to open her wide.

Her hands fell to the bed, her bones like jelly as she felt herself being opened. Curling her fingers into the covers she closed her eyes, her breathing shallow as she keened his name softly.

As every part of her opened wide for him, he let himself drown in her, finding her likes and what left her aching for more. The seduction was in the discovery for him, he loved to find the heart of a woman's passion and this was only the smallest part of her he decided.

And when he felt her thighs quiver he pulled back. He was tempted to drive her into unconsciousness and it wasn’t ego talking there, he just had enough experience to know what would work and what wouldn't. But he wanted full participation. His throbbing dick also wanted entrance, throbbing like a pulse against the edge of the bed. He tried to concentrate on anything but the needy current of lust that coiled in his belly.

Her eyelids felt heavy as they lifted, with effort she focused on his face as her breathing finally slowed. Sliding back up over his smooth sides she dipped her fingers under the waist of his lace-ups. She needed to feel the rest of him against her. Nails scraped over the soft line of hair low on his belly as her fingers slowly eased inside the leather.

He hissed as her slim, little fingers found him. "I don't know if I can take it, sweetheart. It might be all over when these pants come off."

Her tongue flicked over her bottom lip wondering just what it would he would taste like. Giving into temptation she captured the pebble hard nipple between her lips and lightly grazed teeth over it.

"Ah shit," he muttered and let his head fall back. The soft rasp of her tongue arrowed straight to his dick, pushing at the loosening laces as he swelled harder.

She fit herself along his body, making sure there wasn’t even a breath between them, shoving at his leathers until the head of his cock broke into the steamy air they created. Her soft fingers wrapped around him and when she got a good hold of him the world went a little sideways. Denied for too long, he pressed himself into her hand and groaned as he pulsed beneath her touch.

Her hand wrapped around the silken steel length of him and began to glide up its length as one finger teased the head. Her lips slid to the next nipple, slowly biting down then laving over the same spot with her tongue.

With every intention of getting rid of his pants, he couldn't seem to pull himself away from her. Her fingers were firm as she held him and when she clasped him at the base he swore his eyeballs rolled back into his head. He unclipped her bra and distracted her enough to get her to let him go as he tossed it aside. The blood flow certainly wasn't enough to give him any semblance of control though.

It wasn’t enough, he had stopped his shaft barely teasing her mound. She arched upwards, her body bending with a limber fierceness that was unreal. She needed to the core of her being to feel him within her. Lifting one leg she wrapped it around his waist as she arched forward again, a soft plea on her lips. "Nowww Richie,"

Groaning at the utter perfection of her body as it accepted him, he slowly seated himself inside of her. When her legs locked around him and a thick drop of sweat dropped onto her chest he let himself go. His strokes were nearly wild with uncontrolled lust. She felt so incredibly right and she pushed buttons inside of him he didn't even realize he had. And as he took her, the sweetness of her touch and the softness of her body blazed away the loneliness, even if it was only for a little while.

She reached up tangling in his sweat soaked hair and pulled him down into a kiss full of fire and longing. His rhythm was driving her past the point of sanity and into the realm of heaven, as her inner walls clenched around him. He was sweet fire in her blood, addicting, maddening, full blown desire, and each thrust made her hunger for more.

His hand curled around her thigh as he pulled her closer. The friction of their bodies and the over sensitized skin brought a firestorm of emotion from the both of them as a tenuous bond started to form. He felt her body clasp around his, the very center of her milking him until he gave a guttural groan of release.

With his name like a benediction upon her lips she cried out her release, her hands digging in as she let go, her mind splintering into a million pieces, each one indelibly imprinted with his face.

With brain empty and body sated he laid his cheek against her shoulder for a second, enjoying the butterfly soft touches down his back as she shivered beneath him. "I might be dead," he murmured against her skin, punctuating the statement with a soft kiss.

Her soft laugh caressed his ear, "If you are then I died at the same time."

Lifting his head by sheer will he dropped a slow, lazy kiss onto her bruised lips. Digging deep he managed to turn himself around and get onto his back with her curled into his side. "Well let's see if we can sleep off the dead, sweetheart."

Snuggling closer to him, one hand sliding up to rest on his waist she pressed her lips to his chest. "Mmmm sounds like a plan.” All she knew was that in this time and this one place, she felt more complete than she’d ever had.

Not that she'd breathe a word of that to him, Kate or anyone. Not yet.