Alex voiced no response, he simply stepped forward and pulled her back into his arms. Intent on keeping her close, he let one hand venture beneath the split and curve over one lush thigh to cup one buttock cheek.
“Alex ...” she moaned, when he began to massage her there. She arched her neck, aching to feel his lips against her skin.
“I want to take you home,” he was saying, while showering her jaw with tiny kisses.
Topaz groaned her disappointment. “Alex ...”
Alex chuckled, pulling away to look down into her face. “I want to take you home and make love to you,” he clarified, watching her light eyes snap to his face. Without a word, he took her hand and led her from the garden.
Alex pulled the keys from Topaz’s shaking fingers and unlocked the front door to her home. The house was dark except for the one lamp that had been left burning in the corner of the living room. Topaz followed him through the foyer, removing the linen jacket from her shoulders. She set it on a chair just as Alex dropped the keys to an end table. His back was toward her and Topaz watched as he pulled his bow tie loose and unfastened his shirt collar. Her heart raced frantically as she studied the magnificent breadth of his back and shoulders when he removed the tuxedo jacket and pulled the shirttails free of his trousers.
When he turned to face Topaz, she gasped. The stark-white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the devastating expanse of his chest. Massive pectoral muscles appeared to have been sculpted—they were so perfectly formed. His abdomen was simply a mass of chiseled cords of muscle that flexed with every breath he inhaled.
Topaz blinked, watching him like a schoolgirl viewing a man’s body for the first time. Alex slowly closed the distance between them, undoing the cuffs of his shirt and slipping the links into his pockets. When he stood before her, his fingers brushed upward along her arm, pausing at the strap on her shoulder. With maddening slowness, he eased it down, then focused on the other shoulder.
Topaz fought to control her breathing, but it was no use. The rapid breaths made her chest heave so rapidly, the lush mounds grew increasingly visible above the bodice of her gown.
Alex’s extraordinary gaze was drawn to the movement; then his fingers drifted. He peeled the material away, exposing more and more of her body until the straps hindered the action. He stepped closer, tugging the straps farther down her arms and removing what remained of the dress—leaving Topaz clothed in nothing but black lace panties and strappy heels.
Alex bowed his head to outline her neck and collarbone with the tip of his tongue. The caress lowered to the valley between her breasts and charted a straight path to her navel.
Her gasps pierced the silence when she felt his tongue probe the sensitive area. Now he was on his knees before her. Tentatively, Topaz slid her fingers into his silky hair, feeling the luxuriant curls caress her palms. She whimpered and retreated from his kiss into her belly button, but he gently eased her back, holding her close with his powerful grip.
Eventually, the grip loosened and his hands curved over her buttocks, squeezing as his tongue traced the lacy waistband of her panties. His thumb ventured to the middle of the undergarment, caressing the dampness he felt on the fabric.
A tiny, tortured cry passed Topaz’s lips when his thumb delved beneath the garment to tease the most sensitive spot she possessed.
“Alex ...” she moaned, her legs weakening to syrup. He simply forced her to remain standing with a warning squeeze to her thigh.
Alex looked up to judge her reaction to what he was doing to her. He increased the speed of his thumb’s caress, smiling when she gasped unashamedly and arched against his finger. He felt the moisture increase next to his skin and relished the jolt to his ego at how powerfully the simple caress had affected her.
“Alex! Alex ... Alex, please, I—I can’t ... ” she breathed, smiling when he stood and pulled her into his arms.
He took the stairs two at a time, kicking open two doors before locating the room he knew had to be hers. Track lights lined the edge of the fluffy peach carpeting. Alex whipped back the covers and placed Topaz in the center of the bed. His mouth began a slow ascent up the shapely length of her leg. He kissed the tops of her toes, her feet still encased in the sexy heels. The kisses gained moisture and intensity until he was lying at the joining of her legs. He favored her inner thigh with a slow tongue kiss that ventured closer to her panties. Topaz’s hips rose from the bed when his nose nuzzled the fragrant softness of her femininity still shielded by the lingerie. He pressed her back to the brass queen-sized bed, his teeth fastening around the waistband of the panties and tugging gently. Finally, his fingers curved into the crotch and he ripped away the material.
Topaz’s fingers curled into the linens when she felt his mouth against her body. At first, he simply pecked at the satiny, chocolate petals of her womanhood. Her scent drove him mad with need as his tongue bathed her with devastating languid strokes.
The soft, helpless cries Topaz uttered were at once lusty and breathless. Alex showed no mercy, simply separating the sensitive petals with his fingers and driving his tongue deep inside her. Topaz felt her body turn completely limp as he loved her in the most intimate fashion, his tongue thrusting and rotating with shocking intensity. Her thighs began to quiver uncontrollably and she couldn’t even cry out.
Alex ended the devastating kiss so quickly, Topaz slammed her fists against the bed out of sheer disappointment. He had moved over her, bracing his considerable weight on his forearms, and watched her succumb to the effects of her second orgasm.
“Alex, please ...” she moaned, her hands trailing the length of his massive thighs beneath the material of his trousers. Her eyes widened when she realized the extent of his sex. Her lips parted in surprise at his impossible length and girth.
Alex pushed himself up and pulled the shirt from his back. Topaz tugged her bottom lip between her teeth, eager to test the powerful chest that rippled and flexed with muscles. He buried his gorgeous face between her breasts, then wasted no time tugging one nipple between his perfect teeth. He soothed the firm bud with his tongue before suckling it with unnerving expertise. He switched to the other breast, favoring it with the same treatment as he worshipped the rich dark chocolate tone of her skin with possessive strokes of his fingertips....
Topaz was desperate to have him inside her. She unfastened his trousers and slipped her hand inside the waistband of his black boxers. Alex rested his head against her chest, squeezing his eyes shut to relish the sweet strokes of her hand. Topaz moaned as she massaged him. The feel of the steely, silk-covered shaft against her palm was an erotic treat in its own right. She smiled with glee when he suddenly bolted from the bed to remove his socks, trousers, and boxers. With protection in place, he returned to the bed. He took time to appreciate the feel of her chocolate-dipped body lying deliciously nude and eager beneath him.
Topaz threw her arms above her head when Alex settled between her legs. He invaded her body in a torturously slow manner. She turned her face into a pillow to muffle the scream that was a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Alex pressed his lips against her ear. “Too much?” he whispered, even as he continued to press forward.
“Don’t stop.”
Alex’s lashes closed over his eyes and he thrust hard and deep, burying himself to the hilt. Topaz’s sharp gasps as she chanted his name increased his arousal. Soon, he was thrusting in reckless abandon, his face hidden against the crook of her neck. Topaz met the powerful lunges of his hips with a fire of her own. They rode the erotic tidal wave forever, it seemed. Near the culmination of the sensual romp, Alex was gasping Topaz’s name. He pressed her arms to the bed and took her with ravishing intensity—as though he were determined to carve his place deep inside her.
When Topaz woke, it was still dark outside, but in the soft lighting she could see Alex looking down at her as he stroked her face. She smiled, pulling him into a wanton kiss of which he was an eager participant.
She pushed herself up and moved to straddle him once a second condom was in place. Alex removed what pins remained to confine her hair, then wound his fingers throughout the gorgeous locks to pull her into another kiss. Soon, his hands were cupping her hips to dictate the speed and direction as she rode him. Topaz braced her hands across the elaborate design of the brass headboard, tossing her head back in delight of the virile giant beneath her.
Topaz smiled up at Alex when he woke her the next morning. “Mmm ... more?” she purred, snuggling deeper into the bedcovers. She reached out to tug on his hand, but he resisted. “What’s the matter?” she whispered, vaguely noting that he was dressed.
A tortured look tightened Alex’s magnificent features. He knew what he had to do, but one look at her expressive, sweet amber stare and he was speechless—incapable of bringing any sorrow to the luscious gaze.
Topaz did begin to frown, though, as she sat up in the middle of the bed. “Alex, what’s wrong?” she probed.
He reached out to toy with the lock of hair that lay across her shoulder and disappeared beneath the sheet that covered her chest. “Last night was incredible,” he said, watching her with unmasked desire. “You have no idea how much I needed that, how much I needed you.”
Topaz reached out to smooth the back of her hand against his flawless light caramel-toned skin. His words made her feel as warm and soothing as a creamy cup of cocoa. “But?” she prompted, still feeling as though things weren’t quite right.
Alex looked away then, his hand leaving her to lie limply against his thigh. Topaz inched closer, her fingers toying with the row of silver buttons along his shirt.
“Remember when you told me that nothing could keep you quiet if you had a problem that needed to be discussed?”
