Possession

Seth Lofton’s fingers and mouth swept along honey-colored skin that felt like silk, was scented with a rich, alluring perfume, tasted of pure heaven, and quivered ever so slightly at his intimate touch. He palmed a bare breast and massaged with a hint of pressure, a tinge of urgency—because his cock was thick and throbbing and he was dying to be buried in Sylvia Carter’s warm, wet depths.

But first, he had the burning desire to make her come.

He was settled between her parted thighs, propped up on one elbow to keep from crushing her, though his abs grazed the apex of her legs, her slick folds gliding against his rigid muscles as she writhed beneath him, her cream coating his skin.

It drove him wild. Yet his focus remained on this beautiful creature he’d literally locked gazes with at the grand re-opening of his northern California ski lodge and had simply had to have. Thank God she’d been equally, instantly ensnared and was now naked in his bed.

The tip of his tongue curled around her rosy nipple, pebbled tight. She had full, luscious breasts, one of which filled his hand as her spine arched and the mound pressed into his palm. He whisked his thumb against the beaded center, then his mouth closed over the enticing peak and he suckled deep.

A soft sigh escaped her parted lips, which had been accentuated with a neutral gloss until he’d kissed it away. Her lips were as luxurious as her plump, dark auburn curls, infused with golden and coppery strands that had shimmered under the chandeliers at the lodge and did the same in his bedroom, against the flickering fire- and candlelight, the only illumination in the master suite of his new condo.

“Do that again,” she whispered.

His tongue fluttered over her nipple, tauntingly, before he drew it into his mouth. She let out a throaty moan that made him even harder.

He was naked as well, and could have easily slid inside her. The temptation was an overwhelming one. But he was only getting started.

Her fingers threaded through his hair while her other hand gripped his flexed biceps, her manicured nails digging in.

Her provocative whimpers filled the quiet room, all elicited by his mouth on her breast. She squirmed against him, attempting to wiggle a little lower so that he’d enter her.

“Not yet,” he murmured.

“You know I want you.”

“Yes.” He chuckled at her eagerness, his breath blowing against her skin, causing goosebumps to appear. “You were devouring me with those big blue eyes of yours earlier.”

“Now, wait a second,” she quietly chided in her velvety voice, “you came on to me.”

“Had to make my move before someone else did.”

“I wasn’t interested in anyone else,” she assured him. “I wasn’t interested, period. I was just there for the networking and the champagne. Then I saw you.”

“Likewise.” His head lifted and he kissed her. From that very first searing lip-lock when they’d passed through the front door of his condo and he’d pressed her up against it, he’d been consumed by lust and longing—and a fiery passion he hadn’t felt in years. Maybe he’d never felt it this acutely, this heatedly.

Everything about the stunning lady in red had seduced his senses until he’d turned the tables and seduced her.

As their lips and tongues tangled in yet another sizzling kiss, his hand at her breast glided south, over smooth, lightly toned flesh. He shifted just enough so that it was his fingertips brushing her dewy folds, not his abs. He caressed slowly, back and forth, and her hips rolled in time with his leisurely pace.

Breaking the kiss, he said, “I know what your lips and skin taste like. Now I need to know about the rest of you.”

He felt the shiver cascade down her spine. “I had a feeling you walked on the wicked side.”

“You don’t know the half of it.” And he meant those words.

Seth kissed her once more, because she was irresistible. Then his mouth skimmed over her jaw and along the graceful column of her throat, the cords pulling taut as he nipped with his teeth, then soothed with his tongue.

He continued downward over her collarbone to the other breast he had yet to pleasure, though both her nipples were puckered. He flicked his tongue over the small bud and she let out another blissful sigh. He worked his way along the vertical indentation in her midriff that led to her stomach, then eased into position with his head between her legs.

Her sensational, mile-long legs.

The pads of two fingers stroked her folds, then homed in on her clit. Her fingers twisted deeper in his hair.

“Stop teasing,” she said. “I want your mouth on me.”

He loved that she was so uninhibited. Didn’t seem to have any qualms about him marking his territory, staking a full claim on her for the evening.

And he had every intention of giving her exactly what she wanted.

His hand slid away and he leaned forward, inhaling her decadent scent, his groin tightening even further. His tongue laved her moist flesh and she hissed out a breath. He licked her several times, then the tip of his tongue circled her clit, flicked over it, circled again with more pressure.

“Oh, God,” she muttered.

Seth’s thumb rimmed her opening as he alternated between the fluttering of his tongue and the suctioning of his mouth on the pearl of nerves.

“Yes,” she said on a broken breath. “Oh, God, yes.”

She continued to writhe, restlessly, as though the need to feel him inside her mounted with every passing second.

His thumb penetrated a half-inch or so and her hips rose, silently demanding more.

She was damn tight—he could already gauge it was going to be a snug fit when he finally made love to her. And his cock pulsated with his own dark need and anticipation.

His licking and sucking became more assertive. He withdrew his thumb and worked two fingers into her pussy. She gasped. Adrenaline shot through him.

“Fuck,” he all but growled. “You are so damn wet for me.”

“Impossible not to be. Your tousled bronze hair, ruggedly handsome face, all these chiseled muscles . . . And, Christ . . . What you’re doing to me. You do realize I’m about to come, right?”

He’d make it an explosive orgasm.

His mouth was on her again as his fingers pumped steadily and her breathing turned into shallow panting. Her hips undulated as she opened further to him. His fingers plunged deeper, finding that perfect spot that had her moaning and murmuring sexy words—almost pushing him to the edge.

Jesus, the woman did things to him. Just by responding so vehemently to his touch, his kisses, his slow seduction.

And because she was a knockout of epic proportions.

Not to mention, she was damn wet for him. That turned him on even more, had the testosterone spiking.

He felt the tension build within her. Kissed his way up her body while still stroking her inner walls. He had to watch her come.

Her arms were above her head, her hair fanned out. She’d shoved aside the pillows and gripped the top of the mattress. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her chest heaving. Each raspy inhale and quavering exhale was incredibly alluring.

Seth was riveted. He committed every gorgeous, erotically stirring inch of her to memory. Then his head dipped and he tongued her nipple while the heel of his hand massaged her clit and his fingers fucked her.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, God, yes. Seth.”

He picked up the pace, pumping aggressively as her whimpers spurred him on.

The tension seized her.

She cried out.

He thrust deeper.

“Seth! Oh, God!”

She shattered.

Her body quaked.

She continued to grasp the mattress, her softly defined muscles straining. It took several suspended seconds before her body relaxed, though tremors and aftershocks visibly rippled through her.

Eventually, she dragged in a long stream of air. Her eyelids fluttered open.

She gazed at him, one corner of her mouth twitching in a half-smile. “You’re watching me?”

“Hell, yes.” His own breathing was labored. “You are insanely beautiful.” He kissed her. Passionately. With all the desire coursing through his veins, riding the magma that was his blood. His pulse kicked into high gear and, with his mouth still on hers, he withdrew his fingers from her and reached for the condom he’d dropped on the bed earlier.

Locating the tiny packet, he broke their kiss and ripped the foil with his teeth. He was sheathed in a heartbeat and between her legs again.

“Are you ready for me, Sylvia?”

Now she smiled wantonly. “Hell yes,” she repeated his sentiment.

Seth snickered. “You’re a bit of a smartass.”

“Just a bit.”

His fiery vixen had a playful side. Seth liked her. Immensely.

Seth wanted her. Immensely.

He propped himself on one elbow. His free hand swept through her satiny curls that coiled around his fingers. His lips grazed hers.

As he slowly sank into her heat and moisture, he murmured, “I already know you’re going to rock me to the core.”

Sylvia’s stomach fluttered. She didn’t have to be standing to know her knees had gone weak.

The sweet sensations mingled with the erotic ones, both incited by the incredibly sexy man who’d grabbed her attention at the party like nothing she’d ever known before and had yet to let go of it.

She was wholly captivated—something that had never happened in Sylvia’s twenty-six years. Not that she hadn’t had a one-night stand or two along the way, but nothing, nothing of this magnitude.

Seth Lofton was strapping and athletic. He had the most mesmerizing emerald eyes that held her enrapt as he filled her, stretched her.

“You feel amazing,” she said as euphoria flooded her veins. He was thick and hard and buried deep inside her.

Her hips started to roll.

“Wait,” he said in a gruff voice. “Not yet, baby. Just wait.”

His jaw clenched. His abs and chest pressed to hers, her breasts nestling under his pecs. All of his muscles were bunched, his body as stiff as a board. She could feel his heart hammering and she bit back a grin that she could turn him on so powerfully.

“Jesus, Sylvia,” he muttered. “I knew it was going to be a snug fit, but. . .Christ . . .”

He gradually began to pump into her. One of Sylvia’s hands plowed through his hair, the other clutched a shoulder blade. She twined a leg with his. Draped the other over his lower back, tightening it so that all his hard angles were melded to her soft curves and she held him in place.

He kissed her throat as he plunged deeper. His hand slipped around to her backside and he palmed a cheek, tilting her pelvis to meet his languid thrusts. He was taking his time with her, eliciting a slow burn that she knew would erupt into an inferno any minute now.

The way he moved within her with his long, confident strokes and the love bites he left on her neck had Sylvia thanking her lucky stars she’d decided to attend the lodge’s grand opening when she’d been hedging all week. What a tragedy to have missed out on this experience. To have missed out on this man.

His pleasure seemed to be wrapped solely around hers. He could have fucked her against the back of the door the second they’d entered the condo. But, no. He’d led her into his master suite and had set the stage for seduction with the fire in the tall hearth and the many candles with wicks that had never been lit prior to this evening. He’d said she was the first woman he’d brought here . . . and she believed him.

She couldn’t explain why at first. But now that she was the beneficiary of his thorough attention to detail and fervent kisses, she had the feeling he’d been waiting for lightning to strike as much as she had.

And holy hell, did she feel the electric currents humming under her skin!

His hand squeezed her ass cheek and heat flashed through her. His fingers were strong, his skin mostly supple, though there were a few light calluses that proved the billionaire ski resort owner was no stranger to manual labor. And that excited her even more. He was a bit of a rough and tumble type, though he’d been sinfully delicious in his tux this evening.

Even more so stripped bare.

He drew her nipple into his mouth, hardening the peak. Sylvia moaned.

“You like my hands and mouth on you,” he murmured against her breast.

“And your cock inside me.”

A roguish grin played on his lips. “You want more?”

“I want it all.”

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him while they were still joined. She maneuvered her leg away from his waist to accommodate the new position and straddled him. Her hands roamed his torso, over his cut abs, up to his wide chest and broad shoulders, then down his bulging biceps. He was beautifully sculpted and highly arousing.

His hands clasped her hips and he guided her into a quicker rhythm. Sylvia easily fell into step with him, rocking against him, loving how hot and hard he was inside her. She flattened her palms against his pecs and rode him with a fast, insistent pace that matched his.

“That’s so good,” she said as her head fell back on her shoulders.

“Fuck, you look incredible on top of me. Your hair and skin glowing in the flames. Your breasts . . . Jesus, you have gorgeous breasts.”

“Stop flattering me. You’ve already learned I’m a sure thing this evening.”

He let out a humorless laugh. “Would’ve fucking broke my heart if you weren’t.”

“I doubt it.”

“Don’t be too sure.”

Warmth ribboned through her belly. Sylvia had not come to the pre-Christmas launch of the newly expanded Bliss Mountain Ski Resort looking for a man. But when high-voltage sparks flew from across a crowded room, sometimes they couldn’t be denied.

And Seth Lofton was turning out to be more than just a hunky sex god. The guy had a tender side that appealed greatly to her.

But currently, it was the sex god part of him she was fixated on.

“You want to make me come again, don’t you?” she coaxed, her lips curving upward. She was certain her eyes sparkled mischievously. It wasn’t in Sylvia’s nature to be so flirty, but he inspired lascivious thoughts.

“You know it,” he answered.

With his hands still holding her, commanding her, he raised her slightly off his lap and thrust harder. Faster. Deeper. So fantastically deep.

Sylvia shifted one hand from his chest and splayed her palm against the headboard to steady herself. Her nails clawed at the pewter-gray suede covering it and at his skin. She arched her back, finding the perfect angle. Seth hit that magical spot, rubbing it with the tip of his cock as his shaft stroked her pussy, pushing her higher and higher as her excitement escalated and all the sensations within her swelled to the breaking point.

“Seth,” she whimpered . . . begged . . . “Just like that. Right. There. Oh, my God . . . Just like that!”

“Come for me, Sylvia,” he urged. “I need to feel you come with me inside you.”

“It’s just so perfect . . .” She really didn’t want to let go.

But then Seth’s fingers grazed her cleft. The pad of one finger pressed to that small, forbidden hole. Sylvia gasped in surprise, though fire roared in her veins.

She twisted slightly at the waist. Moved her hand on his chest to his between her cheeks, clasping his wrist.

“Seth, no.”

“Yes,” he insisted.

And goddamn it, the dark rawness of his tone and the way he fucked her had her releasing his wrist and flattening her palm on his pecs again.

Because she yearned for whatever he intended to do to her. She knew he only wanted to amplify her pleasure. Make her half out of her mind with wanting him. And Sylvia welcomed it.

His cock pumped into her, his finger slipped in and the searing heat mixed with his bold thrusts made all the scorching sensations collide—and burst wide open.

“Seth!” Sylvia screamed.

“Oh, fuck,” he said in a sharp tone. “Sylvia. . .baby. Squeeze me tight.”

She milked his cock as her core-singeing climax went on and on, stealing her breath and making her heart thunder.

But Seth wasn’t quite done with her. While her nerve endings still snapped and sizzled, he flipped her onto her back. She was sprawled horizontally across his big bed, her head and shoulders hanging off the edge, her long hair cascading over the side, as he drove into her. She clutched his biceps. She was still soaring from her last orgasm as he masterfully sent her barreling toward another one.

Seth wrapped an arm around the small of her back where her spine bowed. The other hand cupped her ass cheek once more and he fucked her hard enough to awaken even more intense carnal cravings and wrench pleading words from deep within her. Until she was demanding he give her everything he had.

And he did.

“Sylvia,” he said in his sensual, arousing voice, “I swear nothing feels as good as you.”

And then he thrust forcefully and she felt his cock surge and explode as his body convulsed and he called her name. Sylvia came with him.