Isabelle stood, trembling slightly as the force of his lingering gaze slammed through her body. Everywhere his eyes had touchedherwas on fire, especially between her thighs. The tightening in her loins, the throbbing that his gaze had aroused was unfamiliar, more than a little frightening, and yet oddly pleasurable. That realization sent a bolt of dismay through her so strong that she almost stumbled backward. She needed to get out of here. She needed to get away from him. He had moved away from the doorway, she would still have to go near him, but at least now she wouldn’t have to go so close.
“I have to go.” Taking a deep breath for strength, she hurried across the kitchen, refusing to look at him as she stepped through the doorway. He reached out and grabbed hold of her arm the second that she stepped out of the kitchen. She cried out in startled surprise as he halted her. His touch seared into her arm, blazed through her entire body as she turned wild eyes on him. “Let go!”
His eyes were dark and dangerous as they met hers. There was a predatory gleam in them that caused her breath to catch in her throat. “Is that what you really want Isabelle?”
The way he said her name sent shudders down her spine,and caused her legs to tremble with longing. “Yes!” she cried, while her entire body screamed no.
“I don’t think so.”
Before she knew what was happening, he pulled her roughly forward. She gasped in surprise as she was brought up against his massive chest. She didn’t even have time to register the heat beneath her hand before he pulled her head back and seized hold of her lips. The world seemed to drop away as his mouth, hard and hot, claimed hers. He moved over her, caressing and strokingherwith a ferocity that shook her.
A soft cry escaped as his tongue ran lightly along her lips, tasting her as he nipped softly on her bottom lip. He instantly took advantage ofthe startled cryto invade her mouth with deep, penetrating thrusts as he tasted and teased. Isabelle whimpered in response to the searing waves of heat that burned through her veins as he stroked the roof of her mouth, her teeth,andher tongue.
“Kiss me back Isabelle,” he whispered hoarsely as he pulled slightly away from her.
His hand tightened in her hair as his steel arm encircled her waste. His eyes burned into hers with a hunger so fierce that it took her breath away, and she was unable to tell him that she didn’t know what he meant. Before she could catch her breath, his mouth recaptured hers. Her heart hammered painfully as a coiling desire wrapped through her stomach, and the tingling in her loins grew fiercer.
This time, when his tongue touched her lips, she parted her mouth willingly to his invasion. His tongue was hot and heavy as he thrust into her, and she hesitantly met it. A shudder rocked through him, causing his arms to tighten around her as he pulled her more forcefully against his chest. The fact that he seemed to be as effected by her kiss, as she was by his, served to make her bolder, and more sure of herself. She eagerly began to mimic his movements, meeting him thrust for thrust as their tongues entwined in a mating ritual as old as time.
She allowed herself to be swept away by the taste of him, and the delicious feelings he arouse in her. The hand that had been pressing against his chest, involuntarily curled into his shirt. The warmth of his chest, the thick muscles that bunched and flexed beneath her palm, burned into her hand. The strength and power of him enveloped, and overwhelmed, her senses. All she could feel, all she could taste, was him.
He turned her swiftly, pressing her against the counter. His hard leg braced between her quivering thighs as the hand at her waist began to stroke the small of her back, causing chills to race up her spine. Unable to stop, she pressed herself more firmly against him. The feel of his hard chest against her breasts aroused delicious sensations unlike anything she had ever felt before, orhadeverimaginedfeeling.
She relished in the feel of his body against hers, so strong and different. He was hard, where she was soft, broad where she was small. The rough bristles along his jaw rubbed against her skin, and beneath her hand she could feel the crisp hairs of his chest, the powerful muscles that flexed and bunched as he held her within his steel embrace. Leisurely, the hand in the small of her back slid over her hip bones, along her stomach, leaving a burning trail across her skin as he stroked and caressed her.
Tremors shook her, her heart hammered in her chest as he clasped her breast through the thin material of her nightgown. Isabelle gasped in surprise as pleasure, and desire, tore through her. Instinctively shearchedagainst him;her hands releasedhis shirt to wrap tightly around his neck. She clung to him as liquid heat spread through her. He rubbed and kneaded her, teasing her hardened nipple with his thumb as she pressed tighter into the exquisite heat of his palm.
He released her mouth to travel down her neck, leaving a trail of burning heat as he nibbled and licked lightly at her skin. Gasping with pleasure, her knees gave out as she was swamped with a passion so fierce that she could hardly breathe through it. His hard thigh served to keep her upright as her entire world became filled with the wonderful touch, and feel of him.
The feel of his thigh between her legs brought something new and unexpected forth. She rubbed herself experimentally against him, as her body seemed to instinctively seek the motion. A soft gasp escaped from her as a new bolt of pleasure caused her legs to tremble, and her entire body to go weak. He groaned, his hands tightening on her as she rocked against him again, sliding her aching loins against the hard muscle of his thigh.
“Isabelle,” he grated hoarsely in her ear.
He seized hold of her waist, his mouth fiercely reclaiming hers with a wild frenzy that startled her. Then, the fear vanished as she found herself consumed by his obvious need. Lifting her easily off of him, he settled her onto the counter. He grasped hold of her calves, his hands burning into her skin as he wrapped her legs around his waist.
Isabelle stiffened for a moment as fear raced through her. Everything was going too fast, the world was spinning as she turned into a quivering mass of nerve endings that tingled everywhere. She knew that she should stop him, stop all of this. This was the last thing that she had wanted, the one thing that she had been denying, but it felt so right, and so unbelievably good. He seized hold of the collar of her nightgown, pulling it roughly down to free her breast. His hard hand instantly seizedupon it.
Any protest she might have made died instantly as she withered beneath his searing touch. The feel of his rough, callused palm on her breast was the most exquisite thing she had ever experienced, and there was no way that shecould stop him. His arm wrapped around her waist, dragging her across the counter top, and pressing her tightly against his pelvis. A cry of surprise escaped her as she felt the hard proof of his fierce arousal, pressing through his jeans, rubbing deliciously against the sensitive area between her quivering thighs.
Stefan couldn’t seem to get enough, he felt as if he was drowning in the sweet taste of her, in the intense way that she reacted to him. Her skin was as soft and smooth as silk as he ran his hands lightly along her quivering thighs. She smelled of fresh air, soap, and apples, but beneath it all he could smell her delicious, natural womanly scentthat pulsed through her blood and body. A scent that enveloped him and burned into him, a scent he knew that he would never forget.
She was so wild, so free and uninhibited.She responded to everything he did with small gasps of surprise, and beautiful whimpers that made him even harder, and more frantic to have her. It took all the control he had not to rip the nightgown off of her and take her upon the counter. If it wasn’t for the fact that he believed her to be a virgin, he would have done so already, but he didn’t want to hurt her anymore than hewould when he did enter her.
He needed to slow things down, to get her downstairs, but the feel of her, the taste of her was driving him beyond all reasonable thought of control, and sanity. He wanted her with an urgency he had never experienced before, with a longing that was coming close to making him snap. Beneath his palm, her hardenednippleburned into his skin as he rubbed and kneaded her with a growing sense of urgency. He lifted his mouth to drop soft kisses along her sensitive ear and neck, traveling down her breast plate, before seizing upon her nipple.
She moaned; her body buckedwildly against his as her fingers wrapped tightly into his hair. He licked and nipped, savoring her as he drew her hardened nipple into his mouth. He suckled upon it until she was withering with passion, and grinding herself against him with a wild abandon that made him nearly breathless.
“Stefan!” she gasped, unable to stand the tight anticipation building inside of her. She didn’t know what was happening to her, but she knew that he could ease her torment, and she desperately wanted him too. Unable to help herself, she opened her eyes and looked down at him. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of his dark head bent over her breast, her nipple drawn into his mouth as his tongue teasingly circled it. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Unable to bear the tightening in her body, the passion that enveloped her, she dropped her head to his shoulder.
That was when she smelled it.
She stiffened instantly;her legs fellaway from him. All of her pleasure vanished immediately as anger and disgust threatened to choke her. They instantly replaced all of the pleasure that she had been experiencing. “Stop! Get off!” she cried, shoving angrily at his chest and shoulders as she squirmed to break free of his iron grasp.
For a moment, he didn’t move. She shoved angrily at him again, but it was like shoving at a brick wall, he didn’t even budge. Tears of frustration and anger welled up in her as she fought back rolling waves of nausea. Finally, he lifted his head from her breast to gaze down at her. She stopped shoving at him to quickly pull hernightgown back into place;embarrassment roseup to mix with the fierce tangle of her emotions.
Clinging to the neckline of her nightgown, she forced herself to lift her chin and stare defiantly up at him. She moved to get off the counter, but he planted his hands on either side of her, his arms shaking slightly as his dark, smoldering eyes met hers. There was a mixture of anger and regret in his gaze as he kept her from escaping.
“Isabelle...”
