As he looked down into her passion-glazed eyes, he pulled back mentally and waited. Nothing changed. She was free of his thrall. She should have pulled away from him, come to her senses. But she didn’t. Alyssa was still straining to get closer to him, pressing against him. When she pulled his head closer to hers and kissed him, he didn’t argue. This was not his doing. She wanted him. Savage satisfaction filled him. Good. He wanted her too. He was tired of fighting it.
Christian explored her lips, enjoying their softness. When her tongue touched his, desire hit him like a punch to the stomach. He growled low in his throat. He delved between her lips, enjoying her sweetness. His senses were enflamed by her enthusiastic response. He pulled her closer. He couldn’t get enough.
Alyssa’s hands wandered restlessly over him. She was telling him without words how much she wanted him. Each touch of her fingers left him struggling for control. It had been so long since he let someone this close. He tried taking deep, cleansing breaths to slow his need. He didn’t want to hurt her. Since his change, his physical reactions had become stronger, more intense. He wasn’t sure she’d be able to take the full brunt of his passion, yet.
When her hands slipped under his shirt and played over his stomach, he almost lost it. Enough! He couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed, no, had to touch her now. Placing his hands over hers, he slid them around her waist behind her back. He held her hands there with one hand and used his free hand to unbutton her suit jacket. Kissing her deeply, his tongue engaged hers in an intimate dance again and again. Alyssa moaned. She strained against his hold, tried to press closer to him. He groaned in relief when her jacket finally came free. Sliding his hand over her soft stomach, he felt it quiver from his touch. Christian smiled against her lips. He liked knowing she was so sensitive to his touch.
Slipping his hand up along her rib cage, he encountered the edge of her bra. Alyssa pulled away, drew in a sharp breath and held it. She was waiting. His fingers played along the lacy edge. She shuddered. Christian found the front clasp of her bra and deftly undid it. No matter what the time period, he and women’s lingerie had always worked easily together. Her full breasts sprang free. Alyssa broke their kiss and leaned her head on his shoulder. She was struggling to catch her breath. He paused, his hand hovering over her breast. Did she want him to continue or stop?
Christian held onto his control by a thin thread. He had to be sure she wanted this. If she said no after this point, he didn’t know if he could stop.
“Touch me,” Alyssa gasped.
That was all the encouragement he needed. Covering her breast with his hand, he savored its soft fullness. A perfect fit. He ran his thumb back and forth over her nipple. It pebbled and tightened from his touch. His mouth watered at the thought of that sweetness in his mouth. He rained kisses down her neck. He pressed his mouth against her pulse, ran his tongue over the spot. Another kind of hunger took over. He smelled her blood, smelled her life force and fought against sinking his teeth into her soft flesh.
Alyssa arched her back and made a soft mewling sound. He dragged his mouth downward. Her body was calling to him. He let that guide his hunger. He leaned forward, making her arch her back. Her jacket parted and her breasts thrust upward, offering him a feast he couldn’t resist. He suckled each breast until her nipples were bright red and swollen, stiff and wet from his worship. Alyssa’s moans were getting louder. Her need was driving him crazy. Her desire was slamming into him at two levels, physical and mental. Not only could he see and hear her body’s reaction to his touch, he could feel the desire consuming her mind. Her thoughts reached him in erotic wave after wave.
Christian slid his mouth over her stomach and ran his tongue over her