“Come to my room.” She was ready — so was he. He didn’t want to start their lovemaking in the sand. He hadn’t cleared it with his staff to leave them alone, and it would kill him to be interrupted once he started. He was too damned hungry for her.
She didn’t speak, but the slight nod of her head was better than love songs to his ears. Grasping her hand, he led her back up the beach and through the French doors, making a beeline for the elevator.
He looked straight ahead, unwilling to risk even eye contact with anyone. This time, he didn’t care if the place caught fire. He wasn’t going to be called away from her side.
Doing something he hadn’t done once in the last two years, Crew pulled out his cell phone as they entered the elevator and pushed the power button. He felt total victory as the small picture on the screen disappeared and his main means of contact with his staff was terminated.
A small lamp was burning in his room, just enough light so they wouldn’t bump into the furniture, but not enough to ruin the moment. Hesitating long enough only to unplug the resort phone, too, he backed her toward his bedroom.
Her body shook as he pushed her gently but firmly, causing her to land with a satisfying bounce on his soft comforter. Tonight was going to be so much more magical than her first time. He now knew how innocent she was, so he would take his time and make her think of no other man but him ever again. He would end any and all thoughts she had of leaving him behind.
Chapter Nineteen
Haley so wanted to cover herself, but she resisted the urge as she lay naked before him. Crew obviously desired her — there was no hiding that he’d been ready to take her the moment they touched — and they couldn’t make love while all her clothes were on. But the supreme self-consciousness she’d lived with for so many years didn’t disappear overnight. He didn’t give her time to dwell on it, though.
She sighed in pleasure as Crew’s hands slid across her torso, skimming over her waist, then moving higher and gliding across the sides of her breasts. He used just his fingertips to excite her skin, making her heart pound and her breathing grow ragged. He knew how to give pleasure, and luckily, she was the sole focus of his desire.
Accepting that this was where she wanted to be, this was where she’d always longed to be, took away the burden of guilt that her grandparents had instilled in her. She’d never truly known pleasure before lying in Crew’s arms, and she feared she’d never know it again once this affair ran cold.
Chasing away these negative thoughts, she embraced the woman within her and greedily took everything he was willing to give as his mouth began trailing across her jaw, just grazing the edges of her lips as his sweet breath warmed her face. It was both torment and pleasure, and she was already beginning to fly.
When his tongue began lazily stroking the edges of her lips, she tried to pull him to her, tried to fuse their mouths together, needing the torment to end, but he had other ideas. He was obviously in no hurry.
Considering the pace at which they were moving, they’d probably still be making love when the early morning sun rose high in the sky. Oh, well. There could be worse things. Relaxing into the gentle caress he offered, she tightened when he began nibbling her bottom lip, applying gentle pressure as he threw his shirt off, then lay across her body.
“Sex is all about the touch, taste and smell. Trust me,” he said.
She found her hands raised above her head and then felt that she couldn’t move them. What was this? She struggled against his makeshift bonds as her eyes opened.
“Crew?” she whimpered.
“Tell me to stop if at any moment you’re not feeling pleasure,” he said and kissed each of her eyelids before slipping his tie across her eyes and making the room go dark.
“I don’t think I like this,” she whispered as his hand trailed between her breasts and down the flat of her stomach.
“Do you want me to stop?”
When Haley said nothing, he continued to speak. “I didn’t think so. This is your next lesson — on touch. If you want a man to desire you, then you need to know what you like, Haley. You need to tune out the world around you and focus only on your body and your needs,” he said before his mouth captured her taut nipple and sucked it deep within.
“Do you like this?” he asked as he paused before moving to her other breast and giving her other peaked nipple equal attention.
“Yes,” she sighed as her back arched.
“And, this?” he asked as he moved lower to skim over her stomach with his mouth.
“Yes.” Moaning as his hands slid up her thighs, she spread them wide.
“Tell me what you like.”
She paused, feeling her face grow warm. How could she do that? She didn’t know what she liked — she just knew that everywhere he touched sent fire through her veins.
“If you don’t tell me what you like, don’t tell me how to touch you, then I won’t know. Remember to feel the pleasure, think about where it begins and branches out. Think about what will drive you over the edge.”
His seductive words were mesmerizing her, and her muscles went slack as his hands slid up and down her thighs, making flames of heat shoot through every inch of her body.
When Crew’s mouth moved back up her torso, she was frustrated and disappointed that he hadn’t continued south and given her the pleasure he had the last time. She couldn’t tell him that, though, could she?
As his lips brushed across hers, teasing them into opening, she gratefully took his tongue inside her mouth, entwining it with her own. Burning need raged deep with her, and she now knew that he was right — being blind and unable to move her hands electrified her other senses, made them spring to life with new vigor and intensity.
Focusing on every touch of his hands, body and mouth made her tremble in his arms as she eagerly awaited his next move.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked as he moved over, now pressing the warmth of his chest against her side and swirling his tongue around her ear.
“Everywhere,” she gasped.
“That’s not good enough, Haley. Tell me where you burn, where you want me to relieve the ache,” he whispered into her ear, causing tremors to race through her.
After a pause, she threw away her embarrassment. “My breasts,” she gasped, her nipples hard and aching, elongating as her body arched beautifully toward him, needing his soothing tongue to quench the burning.
He swiftly obliged, his tongue laving one nipple until it glistened, then the next, before latching onto each of them in turn. He circled his tongue over her pink areola, then gently nipped the hardened peak, before repeating on the other side. It relieved the ache there, but made her stomach tremble with need.
He didn’t move, forcing her to try to twist in his arms. If she’d had her hands free, she would have pushed his head down, moved him where she now needed his mouth so desperately. Knowing that he wouldn’t go elsewhere until she asked him filled her with frustration, and yet power, too. She was in control here with nothing but her words.
“Lower,” she gasped as he sucked her nipple harder.
Crew obliged, running his tongue along her stomach, trailing light kisses up and down her torso and sides. He traced every inch of her skin there, stoking her heat to white hot, making need layer on top of need until she felt she would explode.