Seychelle was open-minded. Willing to try. Willing to think whatever he proposed might be sexy. Sex and pleasure began in the mind. She let it begin there. Her first reaction wasn’t an automatic shutdown. She thought about it with the idea that whatever they did together would be sensual, that he would somehow make it that way for her.
There was no sound, but her scent drifted to him through the open doorway. Wild strawberries and honey. His blood grew hot, rushed to his cock, filling him, stretching those scars to a painful ache. Just knowing what he was going to do brought him to a sexual frenzy.
Seychelle entered the room, her hair in a messy knot on her head, dressed only in a short silken robe that scarcely covered her bare bottom, adding to his ache. She looked so beautiful she took his breath. The room was cool, and he could see her nipples pebbled beneath the thin material. Her breasts were generous, and as she approached him, they swayed invitingly, drawing his attention. She was aroused, the fragrance, that combination that haunted him, teased his senses. Her breathing was heightened. Her eyes bright. She looked a little nervous, and that was always intoxicating to him.
He swept his hand down the side of her face. “You look beautiful, Seychelle.” That dimple. Those tiny scars no one ever noticed but him just above her eye, the ones she’d gotten for him in the accident, saving his life. She was his love. She always would be. In her state of arousal, she was even more beautiful than usual.
Kissing the pulse beating so rapidly in the side of her neck, he took her wrist and led her over to the long lounging couch that was positioned right next to the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. The couch was narrow and faced not the view but lengthwise, toward the middle of the room, allowing him to walk around three sides of it.
He slipped the silk robe from her shoulders and watched the little shiver that went through her body. Goose bumps were already rising on her skin—those endorphins telling him she was so ready for this. He ran his fingernails lightly down her back, from her neck to the base of the curve of her buttocks.
“Lay down on the couch, baby.”
Savage watched the shadows play lovingly over her body as she obeyed him. She was freshly shaved, just as he’d instructed, and the sight of her naked skin sent hot blood pounding through his veins. He watched her crawl up on the couch, and his cock jerked hard. She was naturally sensual without knowing it. The firm cheeks of her bottom swayed as first one knee and then the other moved, as she crawled like a cat up the long couch toward the post he was certain she hadn’t noticed.
“That’s good. Stop right there. Lay down on your back, Seychelle.” He kept his voice low. Velvet soft. “Spread your legs wide for me. I want to be able to see your greedy little pussy.” He liked the little shiver that went through her. The blush that covered her body when she parted her legs and found his gaze glued to the slick, wet lips gleaming at him.
Deliberately, he dropped his hand on her scarred left leg and rubbed slowly, back and forth in a mesmerizing caress. “Keep your legs just like this for me, baby.” He brought his gaze up her body to her face. “I like to see how much you want me.”
Her breasts rose and fell with her ragged breathing. Her lips were parted. Eyes were so blue they looked like flowers pressed deep, surrounded by those feathery lashes. The scent of strawberries and honey was tantalizing in the air. Savage ran his hand up her leg and slid his palm inside her thigh to feather his fingers close to her heat. To that secret well of special spice, the aphrodisiac that was waiting for him. Her hips jerked, but she stayed in place.
“Good girl.” He brought his hand slowly up her body, to her bare mound, where he would mark her for the first time. Just the thought had his cock so hard with need he could barely contain himself. He was finally free. After a lifetime of total restraint, she had allowed him to be free. This woman. Fuck. His woman.
Her tits were beautiful. Full. All woman. He found it amazing that she didn’t realize how much he loved the way she looked. He fit her nipples in the palms of his hands and kneaded and massaged, watching her breathing heighten. She loved breast play. She had from the beginning. He was gentle with her nipples. She was already slightly sore from the play they’d done a few days earlier, and he was careful just to intensify her pleasure.