Page 34 of A Lone Star Love Affair
Her heart pounded with his confession. She was amazed she had that effect on him. “You’re not thinking rationally because of me?” she couldn’t resist asking, remembering his description earlier about people in love.
“Don’t sound so delighted. No, I’ll admit I’m not. Thursday night, I got locked out of my hotel room in the dead of night. After we finished our phone conversation, I stepped out to get more ice and came back to a locked room.”
She had to laugh and he grinned. “I got a key from a clerk. You’re driving me to distraction, Isabelle.”
“I don’t believe it, Tony. You’re a walking business machine. You’re focused on business, living it twenty-four/seven most of the time. You’ve done a phenomenal job this year, increasing your fortune tremendously.”
“Believe me. I’m distracted,” he said. “I catch myself lost in thought about you.” Each confession placed a tighter hold on her heart. Wisdom told her not to give him credence, yet her heart raced that she was ruffling his ordered, driven lifestyle.
“I don’t think as clearly, and locking myself out of my room was a first and totally unlike me,” he said, setting his cold beer beside him and turning to her.
“I wish I was having as much influence on you.”
She smiled. “I wouldn’t tell you if you were,” she whispered, more aware of his intent than their conversation. She wanted to close her eyes and raise her mouth for his kiss. She wanted to be in his arms. The culmination of the sexy swimming, dancing and flirting was taking its toll. Just like his effect on her the night they met, his charm, attention and flirting demolished her resolutions and made her behave out of character.
Tony took her drink from her hands and set it on the table.
“Tony…”
He leaned the short distance between them and kissed her, silencing her protest.
Her insides heated while passion overrode all else. She wrapped her arm around his neck and kissed him back. They had been headed for seduction from the moment she had emerged from the depths of the pool and discovered him standing at the far end.
“No seduction, Tony,” she whispered as if trying to remind herself to be cautious. Even as she said the words, she showered light kisses on his ear while her hands sought the buttons of his shirt and unfastened them.
“Fair enough,” he whispered, peeling away the navy blouse that he had already unbuttoned.
Torn with mixed emotions, losing an inner battle with herself because desire had built to an overwhelming level, she was tossing aside her resolutions. Even though her actions fought her life goals, she had wanted to kiss and caress him since she had watched him plunge into the pool. Now she could yield to impulses that had been storming her senses. As she trailed kisses from his shoulder down to flat male nipples, she ran one hand through chest hair, feeling tight curls against her sensitive palm. Her other hand pushed away his shirt and then caressed his smooth, muscled back. Every touch and kiss, every minute in his arms took her further from her hopes, yet now, tonight, she wanted Tony more than dreams.
She kissed him slowly, tongues intertwined. Always, his kisses were magical, hot, making her want more of him. Mistake upon mistake to say yes, yet she didn’t want to resist. Conflicting feelings continued to war. For a few moments she would shut them out and give and take what she wanted. There was still time for no. But for a little while tonight she wanted to live in the present. She could go back to dreams and goals tomorrow.
He slipped off her bra and cupped her breasts while he kissed her. Sensations rocked her. Touching and being touched, again exploring his muscled body. He picked her up easily as he kissed her and set her on his lap, cradling her head against his shoulder, holding her with his arm around her while his caresses heightened passion.
His hand slid beneath her skirt along her bare leg, moving to her inner thigh, light strokes that built the fire already raging. Removing her skirt, he moved her legs apart to pull away her tiny thong and toss it aside. When he caressed her intimately, she arched beneath his touch, gasping with pleasure as she gripped his shoulder. “Tony,” she whispered.
Her eyes were squeezed closed while he showered kisses on her breasts, taking her nipple in his mouth. Sensations bombarded her more than ever, driving her to a deeper need.
“Tony,” she cried, turning to sit astride and face him. She leaned forward to kiss him while she unbuckled his belt and pulled it away, opening his slacks. Knowing each kiss, caress, move was taking her into deeper involvement, she felt caught in a passionate whirlwind, wanting to never stop, to drive him over a brink of control.
She caressed him until he groaned and held her tightly by her shoulders. Drawing a deep breath, she looked into his brown eyes, to see unmistakable hunger hot and blatant. “A few more minutes, Tony, and then we stop.”
“Whatever you want,” he whispered while he kissed her between words. His mouth covered hers and he held her tightly against him. Still astride him, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
His hands were everywhere, his mouth taking her kisses. Time and problems didn’t exist. Tony overwhelmed all else. Still kissing, he shifted her, placing her on the sofa and coming down on top of her, his thick rod, hot, hard against her.
“I’ve wanted this,” he whispered. “I’ve dreamed of making love to you,” he added, showering kisses, his hand moving between her legs.
His words reminded her of his determination to seduce her, and his hand moving on her intimately was carrying them beyond stopping. Did she want to become Tony’s lover? That question cooled her. “Tony,” she whispered. “Tony, wait,” she said, making an effort to break away, to end the folly. “I can’t go on. I’m not ready for this.”
He stared at her as if he couldn’t fathom what she was telling him. Then he moved away to look at her.
“You’re gorgeous. You take my breath. I want to love you again. I remember that night in the smallest detail. I want you, but when we love, I want you to desire it and tell me and show me.” All the time he talked, he kissed her lightly and caressed her while she continued to touch him. “The loving was fantastic, Isabelle. I’ll wait because that’s what I want from you—all your passion.”
His words seduced as much as his kisses and caresses. Words to shake her with wanting him. Words and promises she would never forget and spend hours longing to have happen.
“I can’t,” she said, moving past him, aware he watched her as she gathered her clothes. He caught up with her, his arm circling her waist, pulling her back against his heated body and thick rod, holding her against him while he stroked her nape with his tongue and his other hand went around her to play with her breasts.
She cried out in pleasure, clinging to his arm, wanting to stop him while hoping he would continue.
