Page 23 of Driven By Desire
Softly, gently her lips feathered over his.
A gentle press, a tender caress that stroked the fractures in his heart urging them to close.
Just a little bit. His arms came around her in a tentative embrace.
Twining her fingers through his hair, she tugged his head down and deepened the kiss.
His mouth crushed down on hers with a desperation that mirrored the tumult swirling inside him.
Tightening his arms around her, he hauled her up until she was plastered against him.
Her hands frantically tugged at his shirt and pulling it free of his jeans.
Slipping her hands in, she slid them over hot, firm muscle in a decadent exploration that left them both breathless.
Her body moved against his in an unconscious caress that had him groaning and pulling back long enough to mutter, “Bedroom?”
“What?” The dazed response had him grinning.
“Your bedroom. Which one is it?”
Pointing to a door slightly to his right, Max barely caught her breath before she found herself unceremoniously dragged into the bedroom and dropped on top of the bed.
Bouncing a little, she grabbed for his shirt and took him down with her.
Arms and legs tangling in their haste to remove each other’s clothing, they landed in an uninhibited sprawl.
Sinking his hand into the wild tangle of her hair, Krish lost himself once more in the incandescent pleasure of her kiss.
When she gasped against his mouth, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue through the gap and taste her further.
Slowing now, he took his time and savoured the moist, succulent temptation she offered with such abandon.
The sensations rioting through her had Max’s eyes going blind with passion. Her nails dug tiny crescents in the warm, firm flesh of his back. A small cry escaped her as he tore his lips from her and trailed soft, feather-light kisses down the delicate curve of her neck.
Gripping the hem of her t-shirt, he pulled it over her head with one swift yank.
Black satin with tiny red bows at strategic places had him groaning and burying his face in the sweet curve of her breasts.
Nuzzling softly against the enticing flesh, he traced one finger against the curve of satin that kept it out of reach.
“Do the panties match?”
Max quivered as his breath feathered over the sensitive flesh.
“Yes.” When Krish’s hand reached for the clasp, she put a hand over his to stop him.
Krish froze with his hand still angled against the curve of her back. “You want me to stop?” The hoarse murmur had Max reaching for him partly in reassurance partly because she couldn’t keep her hands off him. “I want you skin to skin with me.”
It didn’t take more than a second for his shirt to disappear and for her ‘seduce Krish’ bra to go sailing over her head.
The first stroke of his skin against hers had everything in her sighing and melting into his arms. The downy softness of her breasts met the taut, hard, planes of his chest in a heated embrace that felt like the furnaces of hell engulfed them.
Shivering against the cascade of emotions coursing through her, Max burrowed closer to the inviting warmth of him.
Mistaking the shiver for cold, Krish cradled her closer and yanked the comforter over their heads effectively cutting out both the cold and the light.
The dark pressed in from both sides leaving only sensation in the intimate cocoon.
A slight susurration of sound and Max’s legs lost the tights and panties she’d been wearing.
Wrapping a hand around one sleek calf, he lowered his head to trail kisses down the flat pane of her stomach.
“Krish.” The soft gasp was all she could manage as she reached blindly for him. Shucking his jeans, he rolled out of bed long enough to grab the condom he’d stashed in his wallet when leaving Vizag. Sliding back in under the covers, he kissed his way up from her toes to the softly moaning mouth.
Swallowing the tiny sounds of pleasure, he cupped one perfectly formed breast. Fondling and kneading it gently, he let her questing hands stroke and explore him.
Dipping his head, he took the tightly furled nipple in his mouth.
Max cried out and arched into his mouth.
Slipping a hand between them, he found her wet and ready.
When she reciprocated by taking the firm, hard length of him between her cool fingers, he almost lost it right there.
“Don’t.”
The guttural command had her defying him by pushing him on to his back and straddling him.
Completely uninhibited in the dark tent the comforter formed around them, Max reached between them and found him again.
Steel covered in velvet glided through her fingers even as she bent forward to kiss him.
Breasts brushed gently against his chest in a tantalizing caress and had him crushing her to him.
Arms banded around her and held her in place as his kiss ravaged her and her fingers stroked him closer to heaven.
Her hips rotated in an unconscious motion bringing wet silk in contact with the hot evidence of his arousal and had him groaning.
Flipping her on to her back, he reached between them to return the caress.
Moaning, she wrapped her legs around his waist in a silent invitation that couldn’t be ignored anymore.
Sheathing himself, he covered her naked, trembling body with his own.
Reaching down to kiss her with all the emotion dammed up inside of him, he slipped one hand under her hips and lifted her to him.
Not breaking the kiss, he pushed in to the wet, inviting warmth of her.
As he started to move inside her, one slender hand came up to frame his face.
When he buried his face in the crook of her neck, she curved her palm across the back of his head and held him to her.
Pressing a kiss to his sweat slicked shoulder, she closed her eyes and gave in to the immensity of feeling sweeping through her.
She came apart in a burst of sensation that left her boneless and spent.
“Max.” Her name escaped him like a prayer.
With one last push, Krish held her close and followed a heartbeat later.
In the soft, gentle aftermath, Max cradled Krish to her in an embrace of heartbreaking tenderness that had him shattering into a million pieces.
He had a feeling he might never be able to be whole again if he didn’t have Max’s arms to return to.