Page 43 of A Lone Star Love Affair
“We were together yester—”
His kiss ended their conversation. She wrapped her arms around him, her heart racing while she thought foolish, foolish. Tony’s kisses were addictive, drawing her closer to a relationship.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, brushing feathery kisses on her temple, down to her ear, lower to her throat. “You take my breath away when I look at you and remember loving you.”
Every word made her heart pound while she tried to hang on to her resolve. “I thought we weren’t going to do this. I came to talk to Sydney and that reason is gone now. Tony, you’re being manipulative. I suppose it’s in your genes.” How would she ever resist him? Her heart raced because she wanted to put her arms around him while she kissed him.
“I’m trying to ignore that one,” he whispered. “You can’t imagine how I want you.”
When he brushed kisses on her temple, she closed her eyes, standing immobile, torn by conflicting feelings. “Have you even heard what I’ve been saying to you?”
“I’ve heard you,” he answered, his fingers caressing her nape as lightly as his kisses, equally devastating. Did she really want to keep fighting him when she was already in love with him? How tempting to let go and accept a relationship, to see where it would take them and to have Tony’s friendship.
He continued trailing kisses to her ear. “Let go of your worries about tomorrow, Isabelle. For this night live in the present and take what you want,” he said, echoing her thoughts. His breath was warm on her ear, producing its own erotic effect. “You’ve got all your tomorrows to say no.”
Mesmerizing words. Suggestions her heart wanted more with each passing minute.
His light kisses became kindling for a raging fire, his words even more seductive. She slid her arm around his neck and turned her head slightly as he brushed kisses on her cheek. When her mouth met his, her insides clenched.
His arm tightened around her waist as his mouth opened hers and his tongue won the battle.
She wanted all of him, wanted him inside her. Would he fall in love? She knew better. His heart was already committed to work. Even if he fell in love, work would come first before a family. She never wanted to become deeply involved with a man whose business goal would consume him and now she teetered on the brink of doing just that.
In spite of his manipulative manner, he had become important to her and she could not keep from loving him for his caring for Morris employees, his love and loyalty to his sister, and his generosity with her—all admirable, even if he had an ulterior motive in giving her such a big promotion. His good qualities impressed her. On top of attraction, they were too potent and beguiling.
Letting go, she kissed him in return. His tongue went deep, stirring sensations. She responded with surging passion. This was what she wanted, knowing it as surely now as she had that long-ago night when she’d first met him. The dangers, the outcome, the consequences, all the threats to her peace of mind dwindled away. Barriers and warnings crumbled. She paused to open her eyes to look at him. “Tonight…Tony.”
His brown eyes blazed with desire. His arm tightened, recaptured her and he returned to kissing her possessively, demanding a response, eliciting passion so easily.
Her heart thudded as she reacted, winding her fingers in his hair, pouring out all her pent-up longing while desire consumed her. This night would ultimately prove her undoing and break her heart. Even so, she wanted this time together. She would never forget it. She had no idea how long it would take to recover from it. She intended to make certain he never forgot this night with her. There was a depth to Tony and he did care about the people important to him. She intended to become one of them. From what he’d said, she might already be to some degree.
She wound her fingers in his hair while her other hand went to the buttons on his shirt. She unfastened the few at the top and as they kissed, she tugged the shirt from his slacks to shove it off.
While they continued to kiss, she ran her hands across his broad shoulders, remembering and rediscovering, wanting to know every inch, to kiss and caress until he was wild with passion.
While he kissed her, he picked her up in his arms. Kissing him in return, she was unaware where he carried her until he set her on her feet beside a bed.
He shifted her to unfasten her blouse, letting it fall around her feet, followed by her skirt. Slithers of silk and cotton under-garments, fragile barriers removed and tossed aside.
Resting his hands on her waist, Tony languidly looked at her from her chin to her toes and back, meeting her gaze. “I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispered. “Wanting you, thinking how I would like to make love to you, slowly, inch by inch, to pleasure you to the utmost.”
“Tony,” she whispered, his seductive words working their effect. Clinging to him, she pulled his head close to kiss him ardently. Having made her decision, she let go all caution. She wanted him with a desperate urgency.
Her hands tangled in his thick chest curls and then lowered to unfasten his belt. She freed him from his clothes. She rubbed against him. Warm, bare bodies, soft against hard, light contacts that fueled blazing desire.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, stroking her nipples with his thumbs before he bent to take a taut bud in his mouth. His tongue drew moist circles, each stroke driving her need for fulfillment.
Rocking back, she gasped with pleasure, her eyes closed tightly while she clutched his forearms. Sensations bombarded her, the world spinning into nonexistence except for Tony.
His fingers ran along her hip, his hand slipping between her legs, finding her intimate places. Hidden, private places opening to him. When she gasped and arched against his hand, his mouth came down hard on hers.
She held him with one arm around his neck, her other hand still roaming over his chest and stomach.
His caresses made her moan, the sound muffled by their kisses. Pleasure rocked her. Lifting her again, he placed her on the bed. He knelt beside her, watching her as he picked up her foot to brush light kisses on her ankle.
“Turn over,” he said, rolling her slightly until she was on her stomach. His kisses continued along her calf. She dug her nails into the bed, while desire to have more of him increased with each kiss he lavished on her.
Moving with thorough deliberation, he continued trailing kisses up the back of her thighs, his lips warm, so light. The intertwined torment and pleasure overwhelmed. Moaning, she started to roll over, but Tony’s hand put slight pressure on the small of her back.
