Page 8 of A Seaside Escape
Needing to fill the silence, she began backtracking. ‘I’m not usually like this. I don’t launch myself at men, well, of course not unless… unless my heel’s stuck in a pavement… and… and I don’t have any choice in the matter, but eventhen,I don’t stick my tongue down their throat and expect them to be happy about it. Obviously, not that I’ve ever actually found myself inthat exactscenario until I met you. Oh God, I can’t believe I just did what I just did. What a moron. And I can’t believe I’m still talking,’ she rambled. It was truly ridiculous.
Sam walked over to her and looked down, peering into her eyes. He placed a hand on either side of her face. ‘Would you please, just stop talking forone second?’ Despite his harsh words, his expression was warm and he was smiling.
Without further words, he slid his hands into her hair and lowered his mouth to hers. This time the kiss was searching, passionate, deep and lusciously wet. This timehistongue enteredhermouth and she welcomed it with her own.
In turn, he caressed her back, tangled his fingers in her hair and brushed his thumbs adoringly over her face. His movements were prurient, yet somehow loving. Every so often he would break free of her mouth to gaze into her eyes; almost as if he disbelieved that this was real.
Taken over by some inner fortitude and with Josie’s words about there being no rules echoing around her mind, she took his hand and bravely led him towards the open staircase. Maybe now was the time to stop being the mousey, self-conscious woman she had been for far too long. Maybe now she should follow her heart instead of letting her logical mind rule the day.
Sam followed her, willingly, up the stairs telling her that she wasn’t making a huge mistake after all. She opened the door to her bedroom and, keeping a hold on his hand, she backed slowly inside. He gazed down at her with hooded eyes, filled with lust. Although shy and still a little self-conscious, she was about to trust this gorgeous man with her body.
Mallory had never felt so desirable and it filled her with a new confidence. Sam stroked her hair as she began to unbutton the light blue cotton shirt that he had looked so very handsome in. She removed the shirt and threw it aside. Next, she tugged at the hem of his white T-shirt, he lifted his arms and in one smooth movement, she swiped it off over his head. She gasped as she laid fresh eyes on the beautiful, muscular, naked torso in front of her. Okay, he wasn’t male-model material, but gosh, to her he couldn’t be more perfect.
*
Sam removed her glasses. ‘Wow, Mallory, you have the prettiest eyes,’ he told her as he placed the glasses on her nightstand. He unfastened the top three buttons of her fitted black shirt to reveal just a hint of cleavage and his breath caught in his throat. Gently, he continued down until her lace-covered breasts were exposed to his hungry gaze.
He discarded the shirt. ‘So beautiful,’ he whispered.
Mallory’s cheeks flushed and he leant forward to plant a gentle kiss on her collarbone.
It was so soon, but he knew that this was more than just sex. There was something about this incredible woman that called to him on a deeper level and he wanted to communicate this to her somehow. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, in a warm sensual embrace. He ran his fingers up and down her spine. Her smooth, creamy skin heated under his touch and he rested his chin atop her head. She was just the right height. She reciprocated and smoothed her hands down his sculpted back.
He pulled away, gazing at her once again as he tilted her chin up towards him. ‘Are you okay, Mallory? We don’t have to do this. I’m happy to wait. We have time.’
‘I don’t want to wait, Sam. This feels right. I want this… I want you.’
On hearing these words, his ardour was fuelled. He slowly crouched down before her, turned her around and unzipped the back of the fitted skirt that skimmed the delicious curve of her hip. He shimmied the fabric down her rounded bottom and onto the floor before kissing her lower back just above the top of her black lace panties, and she shivered under his touch.
Turning her around once more, he rose to stand before her, taking a step back to appraise the gift he had just unwrapped and in complete awe of her beauty.
But as he was admiring her sensuous curves, he sensed her discomfort at his gaze. ‘Hey, Mallory, please don’t feel embarrassed,’ he reassured. ‘I can honestly say that I’ve never desiredanywoman more than I desire you right now.’
*
Hearing the huskiness in his voice, she trembled with desire. She wanted to see all of him;feelall of him. With a deep calming breath, she slid the straps of her lace bra down over her shoulders and bent her arms back to unfasten the clasp. She held the underwear in her hands, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable as her full, rounded breasts heaved with a mixture of fear and need. Sam took it from her hands and threw it onto the little armchair in the corner of the room.
A wry smile appeared on his face. ‘Wanna do this last part together?’ he whispered and Mallory nodded. ‘Okay, on three… One… two… three.’
Hurriedly, they both removed their remaining undergarments and stood there, naked before one another.
Oh, my God this is really happening,the scrambled thought rushed through her mind.
He was a spectacular specimen of sexual male, she thought. His desire evidently mirrored her own and she reached forward to lightly caress him as his head tilted back and he sighed a deep groan.
In one swift move, he pulled her on to the bed to feast on her sensitive skin, kissing and caressing her in ways that made her inhibitions melt away on waves of wonderful sensation. Gentle, tender fingers and lips trailed across her heated flesh, and try as she might she could no longer keep her eyes focused on the man who was bringing her body to life and so she allowed herself to become lost in his touch and his passionate whispered words of adoration.
*
Later, when they had floated back down to earth, Sam collapsed back onto the bed, pulling Mallory into his side. Quite exhausted, she wrapped her arm around him and nuzzled into his neck as his hot, heavy breaths feathered her overheated skin. They lay silent and speechless, relishing the glow remaining from the passion and intimacy they had just shared.
He rolled to face her and they caressed each other, entwining their fingers and exchanging tender kisses, whilst their breathing calmed and their heartbeats returned to normal.
‘Wow,’ was all Mallory could manage to say after the long silence as she gazed deep into the eyes of her lover.
‘You’re telling me.’ Sam inhaled deeply and rolled onto his back, raising an arm above his head.
She lay beside him not knowing what else to do.
