Page 6 of Mine to Keep

Chapter Four

“Definitely too much to ask,”he growled as he snatched her wrist from where it rested against his chest and used his grip on her arms to yank her into the heat of his big body. She stumbled against him.

“No, no, no,” she cried out, her eyes widening in sudden anger and fear.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he groaned, dropping his hands to her hips and yanking her up his body until her feet left the floor. She was forced to grip his shoulders for balance as he walked backwards to press her against the wall. “Been wanting to do this since I set eyes on you at the docks.”

She squirmed against him, using the wall as leverage to try and push him away. It was useless! Her hands looked ridiculously small against his massive, muscular shoulders. He buried his head against her neck and licked her. Veronica froze. Then she moaned as heat suffused her. He continued to lick and nip her skin, tasting the sweat from her skin.

“So fucking good,” he grunted against her, lifting her even higher to bury his face against her cleavage. When he couldn’t get at the skin through the barrier of her shirt he reached for the hem and lifted.

Veronica’s eyes widened and her breathing sped up. But not in panic. She let her mind drift as he held her up in one thick arm by the waist and tugged her T-shirt over her head with the other hand. He let the shirt drop and buried his face against the damp skin of her breasts over the top of her sports bra. Veronica moaned again and tilted her head back against the wall, clutching his head against her.

For the first time in her life she was going to just enjoy the sensations flooding through her! She wasn’t going to question what was happening to her. Or why she was trusting this man to hold her up and not drop her. Why his mouth felt so good against her bare skin… or how his touch inflamed her like nothing ever had. For the first time in so long, she felt… alive.

As she drifted in his arms, pleasure dazzling through her veins, she felt a slight tug against her chest. She glanced down in time to see her bra pulled beneath her breast and the brown skin pulled above the purple fabric. Her breath quickened as he stared at her erect, dark nipples for a second before he opened his mouth and devoured her whole.

A shout of surprise escaped her lips as ecstasy shot through her entire body, flooding her core and heating her from the inside out. She clutched his head so hard she was sure if she had the strength he had, he wouldn’t be able to surface. His tongue lashed her nipple, while his teeth grazed the sensitive areola. Her panting breaths fanned the top of his head and her knees locked around his waist as she clung to him, helpless in the face of overwhelming sensations.

Finally, he came up from her breast and looked at her. Veronica’s breath caught in her throat at the molten embers she saw glowing in his gorgeous eyes. Her fingers flexed against his head and the look in his eyes intensified. She opened her mouth to speak. She didn’t know what she was going to say. More please? Or, stop, put me down? She was so confused!

Maybe he saw some of the conflict written on her face. He didn’t give her a chance to speak. As the air was cooling her heated breast, he swooped in to capture her lips in a kiss meant to seal any words of protest she might have uttered. Ahhh, his mouth! It was so hot and delicious, any thoughts of leaving his arms immediately fled the vicinity. She shoved her fingers through the dark curls on the back of his head and melted against him as he swept her up in a ravenous storm with his tongue and lips.

She hadn’t been kissed in so very long, she spared a thought to wonder if she was doing it right. But the press of his hard body against hers, pinning her against the wall, the barely leashed savagery of his passion was telling her it didn’t matter how long it had been, didn’t matter if she was doing it right, he wanted her the way she was, right in that moment. And, shockingly, she wanted him too.

He did seem a little impatient with her uncertain responses when he reached up, gripped her jaw in a big hand and pressed her mouth open wider so he could thrust his tongue deep into the recess of her mouth. She moaned and took everything he gave her, sucking on his tongue as it sought out hers. There was a time she would have thought a man’s tongue anywhere near her was disgusting, but not now. And definitely not his tongue!

She held him tightly against her body and moaned into his mouth as he continued to seduce her with his voracious kisses. What woman could possibly resist such a perfect combination of desperate need combined with a rock-hard body? His arm was so tight around her she thought her ribs might bruise in his crushing hold. She tried to breathe each time he let her up for air, but she found herself getting dizzier and dizzier from lack of air and the endorphins storming through her body.

Finally, he wrenched his mouth from hers and she was in the process of gasping for air through swollen lips when he yanked her away from the wall. She cried out and clung to him, wrapping her arms and legs around him and staring around in hazy confusion as he began striding purposefully through her condo. He seemed to be heading for the guest bedroom when jerked to a halt.

“Too small… didn’t make the bed…” he muttered. He turned on his heel and went for her room.

She would have laughed at his assumption that she might be offended by an unmade bed, considering she’d raised a teenage daughter, but she was beginning to realize what exactly was on his mind. She shook her head and tried to form coherent words as he shoved the door to her room open. She hadn’t invited him in before, but she’d known he’d invaded her space. The evening before when she returned from her shower she’d smelled his cologne. It was subtle and masculine, with a hint of citrus, and it was definitely there in her room. There was also an indent on the edge of her bed, as though he’d sat down for a moment before leaving.

He shoved the door to her room open and rounding the bed, dropped her onto the plush, light purple quilt. He looked down at her for a moment, taking in her big, brown eyes and disheveled clothes.

“Robert…” she breathed, uncertainty echoing in her voice.

He crushed her lips and her denial in a breathtaking kiss, bringing one huge hand up to hold her head still while he took her mouth. He ran his other hand down the front of her body, resting it against her bare breast. His massive paw covered half her chest, the heated palm searing her nipple. She arched helplessly against him, crying out into his mouth as sensations, denied to her after years of abstinence, sizzled through her veins.

She was so caught up in the moment that she barely noticed when he stripped her sports bra from her body, except for the few seconds it took to break their kiss. She gasped and then reached up, circling her arms around his neck and dragging him back down. She groaned in annoyance as he broke their kiss again to yank his own T-shirt over his head. Her annoyance turned to delight when the rough hair of his chest rubbed against her taut nipples and his incredibly chiseled abs slammed against her hips, pinning her to the bed.

Never in her life had Veronica imagined making out could feel like this. It was so hot, so intense! And it just kept getting better with every touch and every kiss. His fingers were like magic as they swept over her body, down her sides and back up again, causing a river of shivering gooseflesh in their wake. She arched and moaned, clutching him wildly against her and digging her short nails into his broad shoulders.

She didn’t surface until he shifted slightly to her side, pressing his erection, in proportion with the rest of his massive body, against her thigh and slid his hand down her belly and into her running shorts. The touch of his hand against her most intimate flesh, a place that hadn’t been touched in seventeen years, except by a female doctor, brought her jolting back to reality. He was gentle, but insistent as his thick fingers slid against her soft folds. She jerked violently in his arms and cried out hoarsely, the pleasure dying in her veins as quickly as it had come.

He stiffened, his hand still in her shorts and tilted his head down to look at her, his thick brows drawn in a frown. He could feel the tension in her, the pendulum swing that had taken place in just seconds, but he had no idea why. His lust crazed brain wasn’t allowing him to process her issue fast enough to understand.

Veronica grabbed his wrist and tugged, trying to pull it away from her vagina, which she knew was swollen and slick with need. She knew he’d felt it when he touched her. God, she wanted to die. If the bed could just spontaneously catch fire right about now and kill them both, that would be perfect.

After a moment of her uselessly pulling on his wrist, he seemed to pull himself together enough to figure out what she wanted. He slid his hand out of her shorts and rested it on her bare stomach. Yup, she could feel the wetness on the pads of his fingers. She breathed deeply and shuddered, dropping her head and shoulders back into the mattress. She brought her hands up and covered her face, hoping maybe he would just take a hint and disappear.

Of course, Robert Senator didn’t take hints. That was why he owned the biggest security company in the city. He took both of her wrists in his huge hands and forced them away from her face so he could look down into her wide eyes. She held her breath, a trickle of fear sliding down her spine. She knew what happened when women withheld sex. She’d been around the block more than a few times, been slapped around for doing next to nothing wrong. She tried not to show him the uncertainty she was feeling, lifting her chin instead and glaring up at him.

“Let go of me,” she said from between gritted teeth.

He narrowed his eyes at her, his fingers tightening around her delicate wrists. He was careful though. She knew there wouldn’t be any bruising. “What’s your problem, lady?” he demanded. “You were more than enjoying what we were doing.” When she opened her mouth to interrupt, he cut her off, “Don’t even pretend you weren’t an equal participant! That was the best damn kiss I’ve ever had. Now you’re acting like I’m some kind of monster.”

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