King's Passion Page 9

  At that moment, there was no real thinking on either of their parts. It was all instinct and feeling. She was vaguely aware of her dress sliding up and her silk-lace panties sliding down her legs, just as he hardly paid attention to the tiny scratches her long fingernails made as she tore at his shirt. Even above the music she could hear buttons ping and zing around the room like .38 caliber bullets.

  With an extra yank, Victoria’s dress flew over her head and she was left sprawled across the table with only her pink-lace bra with a black ribbon around the band and sweetheart-shaped cups and a pair of metallic stilettos. Eamon raised his head long enough to take in her erotic pose, while she feasted her eyes on his muscular frame and smooth chocolate skin. Every inch of him looked so rich that she was sure that she would get a cavity if she risked biting him.

  When their eyes locked together again, their mouths followed suit shortly thereafter. It might’ve been a mistake for her to close her eyes, because the colors inside her head spun like a kaleidoscope on crack.

  Dean Martin crooned “when the moon hits your eye” as Eamon’s fingers skimmed her body, stopping briefly to circle her belly button. Even that hardened her nipples. Through the delicate lace, they looked like toy marbles, and soon started to ache the same way the rose-colored pearl did between her legs.

  She needed some relief…and soon.

  As if their mouths were connected through tantric sexual telepathy, Eamon’s fingers were on the move again. Skating casually along the bottom of her flat belly and then dipping toward the soft fur between her legs. She didn’t mean to, but she started to hold her breath the closer he came to dipping his fingers into her warm honey pot. Her lungs were probably grateful that she didn’t have that long to wait.

  The moment he pried her open and slid his middle finger inside of her, she pulled her lips away from his mouth and sighed like a deflating tire. He made small, teasing circles while he rained featherlight kisses down her long neck. It was enough to make her shoot off her fist orgasm in less than ninety seconds.

  Eamon chuckled while her body quaked. “Something tells me that you’ve been waiting for that one.”

  Victoria wished that she had something smart to say to that, but she was losing brain cells at an alarming rate. And when Eamon started frenching her left nipple through the thin nylon of her bra while kneeing her to spread her legs wider, she was ready to start speaking in tongues.

  Eamon was doing his own dance with insanity. At that moment, he would’ve sworn in a court of law that Victoria’s heavenly breasts were either sprinkled with fairy dust or brown sugar. And since diabetes ran in his family, he needed to take it easy. If that wasn’t enough, there was something dangerously wicked about the feel of the honey coating his hand.

  She was slick, warm and soft.

  He was hard, smooth and ready.

  He fought a war as to whether to take his time or ravish her like a starving man before an all-you-can-eat buffet. His body and mind were split right down the middle. One thing was for sure, his new addiction wasn’t waiting for him to make up his mind. She crested her second orgasm the moment he slid in another finger.

  Just watching her expressions alone was enough to get any red-blooded man off. She didn’t hold back with her sighing, moaning and groaning. Her face was a colorful canvas of orgasmic emotions and it was simply breathtaking. Gone was the carefully constructed wall around her heart and the well-honed sarcasm and cynicism. She was simply and completely caught up in the moment.

  That was what made Eamon decide to take his time.

  He abandoned her sweet breast making a mental note to return to it later. This time when he traveled down her body, he used his tongue to roll straight down the center of her torso. No GPS was needed. He was locked on to his coordinates while easing her body down toward the edge of the table.

  Victoria’s head thrashed as her body started building toward her third orgasm. It was already a record-breaking night as far as she was concerned. But when she felt the first flick of Eamon’s tongue hit the center of her Tootsie Pop, she bolted upright on the table.

  But that didn’t stop Eamon’s feasting. If anything, he was just getting started. Once again, she opened her eyes, but became fixated at the sight of this black King buried between her thighs. Their gazes remained locked as his tongue twirled around her honey-coated clit. The faster it went, the lower her jaw sagged. Between his tongue and the steady pumping of his other hand, she was riding another orgasmic wave. This one was by far the strongest of the three and Victoria instinctively tried to back away from the explosion that was just seconds from happening.

  Eamon was having none of it. If she moved an inch, he moved two and made sure that he held on to her creamy, firm thighs for dear life in case she tried to buck him off.

  As it turned out that was exactly her next game plan. The power of her third orgasm had her babbling a one-on-one conversation with the Almighty while she collapsed against the table, bucking and thrashing like a cowgirl at the rodeo.

  “Mmm. That was good, baby. Did you enjoy that?” He peppered kisses around her inner thigh while reaching into his back pocket for a condom. “Hmm?” More kisses were planted around her lower stomach, quivering belly button and then around the valley between her breasts.

  Only when he was close enough to her lips could he make out her faint whisper of “Yes.”

  He smiled at the sight of her messy hair and flushed face. This was definitely a vision he wouldn’t mind spending his life gazing into. As quickly as the thought floated across his head, it disappeared like a wisp of smoke and he turned his attention again toward another slow suckling of her sweet breasts. This time, he peeled down the delicate bra and went for those beautiful brown nipples. Meanwhile, Eamon’s steel-hard erection saw the corner of her right leg as a quiet request.

  After thirty seconds, with no resistance or protest, he shifted his head to give the other puckered nipple some quality time while inching his hips and hard-on closer to her soft down.

  She moaned. It was a clear sign that she was regaining her strength. Hard, ready and pressed against the apex of her sex, he found some reasonable amount of restraint to say, “If you want me to stop, say so now.”

  When she didn’t immediately answer, there was a skip in his heartbeat while his brain tried to scramble for a plan B. Just when the warning bells were going off and his hips were about to retreat, Victoria reached over and cupped his face in her hands. Their eyes locked for another simmering connection while she thrust her butt downward and joined their bodies together. Once she did so, he was the one to gasp at the sudden snug fit. However, she had only managed to get him halfway in. To complete their joining, he lifted her up effortlessly and then allowed gravity and her body’s sweet juices to ease him all the way home.

  He groaned.

  She moaned.

  Now that they were joined, he didn’t press her back down onto the table or even jack her up against a wall. Instead he sat down in a chair with her on his lap. The moment his bottom hit the chair, Victoria took the reins and started working her hips in a figure eight and even tossed in the occasional bounce.

  Eamon continued groaning while burying his head in between her breasts. When it really got good to him, he locked his hands onto her hips while she rode him through the land of ecstasy where there were jasmine and white roses everywhere. He played every single mental game he could think of to extend the dizzy feelings that were coursing through him, but he was one trick short and the next thing he knew he was coming like a runaway freight train. It was just a stroke of luck that she came with him.

  “Volare” floated like a lyrical dream from the overhead speakers while the newly minted lovers continued to cling to each other waiting to catch their breath. By the end of the three-minute song, both of them slowly started to take in their surroundings.

  “Oh my God,” Victoria said, pressing a hand against her kiss-swollen mouth. “Look at this place.”

  “Yep. I
t’s a mess,” he said rather amused.

  At the sight of that cocky smile, she tried to scramble off his lap.

  “Wait. Where are you going?”

  “To get dressed. It’s just lucky that Benito hasn’t come back here and caught us…”

  Eamon arched a brow while he kept her firmly locked on his lap. “Hasn’t caught us what?”

  She looked at him as if he’d just sprouted a second head. “Stop playing and let me up. This whole thing is embarrassing enough.”

  “Oh. You’re embarrassed now?” he said, his amusement deepening. “You didn’t look too embarrassed a few minutes ago. In fact…you looked rather breathtaking.”

  She stopped squirming on his lap. And he was sorry that she did. His dick was getting harder by the second.

  “There you go blushing at compliments again. I swear I don’t know what to make of you.” He started nibbling on her neck and lower earlobe. At the sound of her sweet moan, his erection was back in full force. The speed with which he was able to reboot was impressive. Then again, she turned him on in a way that no other woman ever had. He was intrigued enough to want to keep her around a little while longer to get to the bottom of what he was feeling.

  There wasn’t anything wrong with that—was there?

  She started to get up again, at least that’s what he initially thought until he released her waist only to have her slide back down his ever hardening cock. When she tightened her vaginal muscles and rolled her hips, he knew that she wanted to play again.

  “I guess that you’re not so concerned about Benito anymore?” He lifted his hips as well and started meeting her soft thrusts with one of his own.

  “We might have a few extra minutes,” she reasoned between short breaths.

  “We have longer than that, if he wants to keep his job,” Eamon chuckled before zeroing in on her delectable right nipple.

  Victoria stopped and grabbed the sides of his face. “What are you talking about? This is his restaurant, isn’t it?”

  Eamon frowned. “I don’t remember selling it to him.”

  She released his face and then eased back in his lap. Once again, his arms locked around her waist to make sure that she didn’t try to escape. “This is your restaurant?”

  He bobbed his head and smiled. “It looks like I’m going to have to get your opinion on those crab cakes another time.”

  “So no one is going to come back here?”

  “Not unless they want to reserve a spot on the unemployment line.”

  Victoria slapped him on the chest.

  “Oww!” He blinked. “What was that for?”

  “You could’ve told me,” she snapped, but couldn’t stop her lips from creeping even higher.

  “Sorry, but, uh…” He tweaked her nipples. “I was a little busy.”

  “Were you now?” Her smile grew downright playful while her hips started making those wonderful figure eights. “Well, you haven’t seen nothin’ yet.”

  “Oh?”

  She nodded. “Fasten your seatbelt, it going to be a bumpy ride.”

  Chapter 10

  Victoria hadn’t even opened her eyes when a smile eased across her lips. Next, she stretched her long body across the bed as far as she could in the tangled sheets. Muscles and synapses hummed harmoniously like she’d just finished getting a long-overdue tune-up. She moaned and then sighed aloud at the feel of the morning sunlight caressing her skin. Despite her internal clock going off like crazy because it had to be well past her usual wake-up time, she snapped back into the form of a C to reclaim her position inside a warm and comfortable nook and hit her mental snooze button.

  For a fleeting moment, she entertained the wild notion of just spending the day in bed. After the whirlwind of the past week, surely she was entitled to such an indulgence. The longer the idea lingered in her head, the more she warmed to it. She could order room service, fluff up the pillows and just get lost in an afternoon of soap-opera drama. It had been years since she’d sneaked a peek at what was happening in Pine Valley or Port Charles. Instead of Ferris Bueller, it would be Victoria Gregory’s day off.

  She chuckled against a muscled arm. Then another one slowly eased across her waist and enveloped her completely. The body heat solicited a moan. And when a pair of lips pressed against the back of her neck, she moaned even deeper.

  “You want to share what’s so funny?” a silky baritone asked.

  Maybe it was because she liked the way the warm wall of muscles rumbled when he talked or how she savored the richness of his voice that made her smile inch wider.

  “Hmm?” he persisted while his lips started traveling south.

  “I was just thinking how nice it would be to spend the entire day in bed.”

  “Ahhh. That would be nice.”

  The arm around her hip moved slightly and the next thing she felt were these strong yet soft fingers gliding up her leg. “Mmm. That feels nice.”

  “Yeah? You like that?”

  Why wouldn’t she? The mattress shifted behind her while her legs were being nudged open. She was only too happy to oblige. The reward was those same fingers dipping inside her sleek rosy walls. Victoria’s moans were now on a continuous loop.

  Forget daytime talk shows or soap-opera dramas, this was the way she wanted to spend the day in bed. The soft pads of Eamon’s fingers rotated slowly around the base of her clit. In no time at all, her body started churning.

  “You’re nice and wet this morning.”

  She couldn’t tell if he was just stating a fact or giving her a compliment. Truth be told, she really didn’t care. All that mattered at that moment was making sure that he didn’t stop doing what he was doing. To ensure that, she opened her legs a few more inches to give his magical hands full access.

  “Is this what you really wanted to stay in bed for?”

  Victoria sighed and nodded, but it became clear that wasn’t enough for her morning lover.

  “I didn’t hear you, baby. Was that a yes?”

  She wasn’t prepared or able to form actual words, so all she managed to get out was “Uh-huh.”

  There was more shifting and before she knew it, she had rolled all the way onto her back and her legs were damn near pointing east and west. She still was unable to open her eyes. She could, however, feel Eamon as he positioned himself between her legs. Next, her soaking-wet lips were being pried open. For a second there was the cool kiss of the room’s air-conditioning against her throbbing clit. But then it was quickly replaced by Eamon’s warm breath as his mouth opened. By the time his talented tongue glided into her, she was already plunging down the rabbit hole to Wonderland.

  Victoria’s back arched so high it could’ve doubled as half of McDonald’s golden arches. However, Eamon didn’t give her another Midwest tornado performance. This time, he was giving her an easy Sunday-morning special. In a way, it was even more torturous and agonizing. She wanted to come so badly that she kept impatiently thrusting her hips and grinding. It didn’t matter what she did, he wasn’t going to change speeds.

  Until recently—like in the past twelve hours—Victoria hadn’t been a proponent of oral sex. The handful of lovers she’d had had never really shown much interest. And the two times her lovers did perform oral sex, she now realized that they didn’t know what the hell they were doing. Hell, if she had known that it could be this damn good, she would’ve formed a fan club and served as president. She never knew that anything could be this intense and powerful.

  Sometime later, after thrashing like a woman possessed, she came to rest on the bed with her head and shoulders hanging over the side. Despite the blood rushing to her head, she heard the unmistakable sound of a condom packet being ripped open. She smiled because she knew what was coming next—literally. Eamon’s powerful hands gripped her by her waist and then dragged her body back onto the bed.

  Victoria’s eyes fluttered open at least a half an inch as she caught a glimpse of Eamon’s lustful expression through her long fan eyel
ashes. She was struck by the fact that he looked like a chiseled god made of ebony porcelain or an African gladiator—proud and strong. There was no getting around that he was a visual orgasm, from his sinewy arms to his mountainous chest. A smile quirked at the corners of her lips a second before his hips surged forward and impaled her with ten inches of black steel.

  The air escaped her lungs while sanity became a distant memory. When she turned her head around to get a glimpse of him behind her, she saw from the expression on Eamon’s face that he was just as lost in ecstasy as she was. That knowledge gave her a sense of having a little more power, so she tried to exercise it by wrapping her long legs around his trim waist and rolling her hips forward.

  He shuddered and then that sly smile that she loved so much splashed across his face. His maple-brown gaze was now the color of mahogany, a sign that their morning sex-a-thon was just getting started. What was it about him that triggered this response in her? How was it that she felt comfortable doing things with him that she’d never done before?

  She’d never felt so uninhibited. She’d always thought being sexually modest was a part of her personality. Most of what she had done in the last twenty-four hours defied reason. It was as if she had become someone else…and she loved it.

  Eamon planted his arms on either side of her head. She reached out and held on to them like they were black pillars of strength. Now anchored, she increased the speed at which she dipped and rolled her hips. It didn’t matter that she could feel him thrusting in the center of her chest, she wanted him deeper. She would rather that than the puffs of air that she managed to get into her lungs between strokes.

  When that glorious pressure started to build inside her, she lost sight of her beautiful King because she could no longer stop her eyes from rolling around in her head. The steady sounds of their bodies slapping together was like the bass to their duet of moans and groans. As she crested with yet another earth-shattering orgasm, she felt like the queen of the universe zooming from the sun to Neptune and then back again.