Still nibbling on his mouth, Fiona walked backward, pulling on his tie to follow her. In three steps her back was pressed against the elevator wall. He really liked this teasing, wicked side of her. It was a bit unexpected, but nonetheless, a real turn-on.
He kissed her again and moved his hands up to run his fingers through her hair. She was so beautiful, so exquisite, like a pagan goddess. He could picture her holding court in an open field at night with a raging bonfire behind her. She’d be na**d, her hair unbound and flowing around her like flames. And he’d be there on his knees waiting to worship every inch of her.
Suddenly eager to taste her, all of her, Hector peppered kisses over her chin and down to her neck. He inhaled her fresh, tantalizing scent along her thumping pulse, then continued his path down to the slope of her throat. She moaned as he licked her there.
Then he dropped to his knees.
Startled, she gaped wide-eyed at him. “What are you doing?” He could hear the rising panic in her voice. And it caused a rush of shivers to run down his back. He liked that he’d caught her off guard.
“Worshipping you.” And with that, he set his hands down around her ankles and started to move up her soft, smooth legs, gathering the hem of her dress as he went.
Chapter 6
Fiona grasped the handrails along the wall of the elevator as Hector moved the skirt of her dress up. The contrasting sensations of Hector’s hot breath and the slightly cool air caressing the bare skin of her legs made her muscles quiver. She felt as if she was going to have to hold on for dear life with whatever Hector had planned. By the glint in his eye, she had a pretty good idea what that was.
“Mmm, you are so beautiful.” Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to just above her knee on one leg, then the other.
She bit down on her lip to stop a low moan from breaking free. He pressed another kiss and another to her skin, slowly making his way up her thighs. She was shaking so badly, she was surprised she could still stand.
Hector must’ve noticed. “I’ll hold you up, carino. I won’t ever let you fall.”
Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back as he neared the V between her legs. She took in little ragged breaths as he hooked his fingers into the band of her panties and started to pull them down. She couldn’t believe she was stuck in an elevator letting this man take her like this. It felt so decadent. But yet it felt so good and liberating.
On another day, with another man, she’d never let this happen. She’d never even have considered it. But with Hector she felt so safe and secure. She trusted him fully; she knew he’d never hurt her, never push her to do something beyond her limitations.
Once he had her panties down her legs, she stepped out of them and he balled them up and shoved them into his suit jacket pocket. He then shed his jacket and folded it over the hand railing. It looked like he was getting ready to work, or to eat. She giggled at that thought.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
Licking her lips, she nodded. Her throat was too dry to form any words. She didn’t think she’d be too coherent, anyway, so it was for the best that she didn’t speak.
Slow, like a meandering stream of cool water, Hector spread his hands across her thighs. He started to move them, massaging her flesh. Tortuously, he inched closer and closer to her warm, aching center. It was a delicious torment.
Until finally, gloriously, he rubbed his thumbs across her sensitive femininity. On a moan, she parted her legs for him, giving him easier access to her, allowing him entrance to her most intimate parts.
With soft, gentle strokes, he opened her up. She knew she’d be hot and wet for him, with an eagerness she’d be unable to hide. There was no disguising the hard, aching desire she felt for him. It vibrated through her body, over her flesh. Deep inside, she throbbed for his touch. She clenched her hands on the handrail as warm puffs of Hector’s breath blew across her flesh. Sucking in a deep breath, she prepared for what was going to come next. Gently, slowly, he covered her with his mouth. And she thought she’d come right there and then. “Oh, good goddess,” she panted.
He stroked her with his tongue. From one end to the other, his tongue lapped at her slick cleft, stopping only to circle the tip of his tongue around her most sensitive pleasure spot. She gasped as he manipulated her again and again. It wouldn’t take much more for her to crash over the climatic edge.
And just when she didn’t think she could take any more, he slid one thick finger deep inside. She clenched her jaw and clamped her eyes shut again. She could feel the first hard flutters deep in her belly. She was so close, so excruciating close to orgasm, that she could barely stand it.
Maybe sensing she was near, Hector pushed her thigh up with one hand, holding her open against the wall of the elevator. He increased the flow of his strokes both with his tongue and with his fingers. He slipped another finger inside her and pumped her hard. Swirling his tongue around, he clamped down on her nub, sucking on it.
It was then she could feel the fierce, crushing wave of orgasm taking her under. Squeezing the muscles in her belly and thighs, she came in a loud, glorious rush.
“Oh, goddess!” She moaned.
Her legs could barely support her weight and she felt like she was falling. But Hector was there to catch her. He held her still and pressed against the wall as release surged over and through her like white blinding walls of water, over and over until she could barely breathe.
“I got you, baby,” Hector crooned to her as he released his hold on her thighs and let her legs slide together slowly. He dropped the hem of her skirt and stood, wrapping his arms around her, hugging her close.
As if drugged, she snuggled into his warmth and grinned. “That was, ah, that was, remarkable.”
He chuckled. “For me, too.”
She looked him in his eyes and saw so many things there. Raw, open emotion she’d not seen often on a man’s face. This made her admire Hector even more. He was so strong and sexy, a man’s man, but he wasn’t afraid to show his vulnerability.
With a shudder, the elevator started to move again.
Hector smiled. “Where are we going now?”
“My room?”
Within minutes, it stopped at Fiona’s floor and the door slid open.
He retrieved his jacket from the railing, and hand in hand they stepped off the elevator and walked down the corridor to Fiona’s room. Neither one of them talked. They didn’t need any words to communicate.
She slid the card key into the locking mechanism and the door buzzed open. With a grin and a full heart, she grabbed his tie in one hand and pulled him through the door.
As they came into the room, Fiona didn’t bother with the lights. She knew without a doubt that they’d go out soon enough. Everything shorted out on her, especially when she experienced emotion. And right now, her reactions were at their highest, most intense level.
Instead, she formed a ball of witchlight in her hands and set it floating free. It bobbed around in place, basking the room in a soft emerald light.
“Sexy,” Hector said, but the way he was looking at her, she didn’t think he was talking about the light.
He set his suit jacket on the back of a chair and stepped toward her. Little shivers raced over her arms and legs at the way he was moving toward her. Predator-like. A graceful stalking of one’s prey. If she didn’t already know he was human, she might’ve thought he was lycan.
With every step he took forward, she took one backward. After a few minutes they’d managed to dance their way across the main living room and into the bedroom. She stopped only when the backs of her legs bumped into the mattress of the bed.
Smiling, he closed the distance between them and cupped her face in his wide, strong hands. He stroked his thumb over her lips. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
She blushed, not used to a man’s compliments. And the way he said it, she had no doubt that he meant it. He was not someone who used false flattery to get what he wanted. He was honest and true. She had seen that right away with him.
“So are you.” She stroked her fingers over his chest, playing with his tie. She had a desperate urge to tear it off him and find the raw passion underneath its stuffy exterior.
And so she did just that.
She unknotted the tie and slowly pulled it out from the collar of his shirt. His eyes darkened to night as she tossed the tie to the side. He liked her playfulness. He was the first man she’d felt comfortable around enough to let down her guard and let her inhibitions go. She felt completely free with Hector.
Now that his tie was gone, Fiona felt frantic to touch him, to run her hands over his hot, hard flesh. Deftly, she undid the buttons on his shirt, then ripped it from his pants and tore it down his arms. She’d been right about his body being powerful. He was built with hard, rippling planes. She ran her fingers over his muscles, reveling in the way his skin felt under her fingers. Soft, smooth, yet like hot iron.
His chest was sprinkled with coarse, dark hair and she played her fingers through it. Then she followed the line of it down his sternum to the flat plane of his stomach. The dark hair disappeared just below his navel under the band of his pants. She wanted to follow that path, desperately.
Maybe he read her mind, or maybe he had his own plans, but Hector’s hands went to the button on his pants and he undid it for her. Slowly, he pulled down the zipper, making sure she was watching every single tortuous second of it.
When that was done, he circled her with his arms and pressed a soft, gentle kiss to her lips. She sighed into him, and he deepened the kiss, pressing her close. He moved his hands up and down her back, caressing her through the thin fabric of her dress. His hands rested at the clasp in the back of her dress. He undid it and slowly pulled the zipper down.
Fiona trembled in his arms as she let the dress fall to the floor. She stood before him braless and panty-less, completely na**d, as her panties were still in his jacket pocket. He stepped back to look at her. Another time with another man, she might’ve had the urge to cover herself from his hungry gaze, but not with Hector. She let him take in his fill of her, glorying in the way his gaze made her feel.