Cause For Scandal (Dynasties: The Elliotts #3)(23)
Author: Anna DePalo

His face registered surprise and then delight. “Now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?”

She bent and kissed him, deeply and languorously. When she pulled back, she said, “Kiss me.” She gazed into his eyes. “I want you to kiss my br**sts. I want you to do all those wonderfully erotic things that you did that night in your hotel room.”

He sat up. “With pleasure.”

She guided him to her and when his mouth closed over her breast, she sighed, her fingers tangling in his hair and her eyes fluttering shut. He played first with one breast and then with the other, until she thought she couldn’t stand any more.

Clasping her, he tumbled her down onto the bed and came down beside her, his leg wedged between the two of hers. She could feel his erection pressing into her hip.

He kissed her, making love to her with his mouth, his hands caressing her while hers stole up and down his arms, playing over hard muscles.

When the air between them had become charged to a fever pitch and they were both breathing deeply, he levered himself off the bed.

He stripped the remaining clothes from her and then shed his own jeans and shoes.

She surveyed him unabashedly. He was aroused and gorgeous.

“Feel free to touch,” he said.

She wanted to.

She sat up and reached out, taking his erection in her hand and stroking him.

He closed his eyes, his breathing becoming deep and harsh.

When he groaned, she bent and took him in her mouth.

“Ah, Summer,” he sighed, his voice throaty.

She’d never felt so powerful and sexy.

When she finally pulled away, Zeke came down beside her on the bed, a helpless laugh escaping him. “Wow. That felt good.”

She smiled at him, suddenly a bit shy.

He looked at her closely. “What’s this? Embarrassment from my seductress?” He cocked his head. “Maybe I should really give you something to blush about.”

Moving over her, he kissed and stroked his way down her body, leaving her hot and aroused and wanting. When he reached her inner thighs, she moaned and tried to clamp them shut.

“Shh,” he soothed.

He took his time until his questing mouth went to the very core of her, which was warm and wet and wanting him.

Summer felt the world close around her like a warm cocoon. There was only Zeke and the wonderful things that he was doing to her…until the universe exploded behind her eyes and she shook with ripples of pleasure.

When she finally returned to earth, she heard the sound of ripping foil, and then Zeke was beside her again, taking her into his arms.

He held her and kissed her, and this time his entry was smooth and uninterrupted, though he seemed to go slowly to give her time to adjust to him.

Once he was inside her, he rolled over so that she lay on top of him.

She looked down at him in surprise, the curtain of her hair shielding them from their surroundings.

“Take me where you want to go, Summer,” he said huskily. “You’re in control.”

She hesitated for a second, then moved experimentally. His responding groan was all the encouragement she needed.

She let him guide her in setting up a rhythm, following him as he quickened the pace. She watched as his eyes closed and his muscles became taut, his face tensing with pleasure.

She closed her eyes, too, concentrating on the pleasure building between them.

When her cl**ax came, she gasped, spasmed and then stilled as Zeke grasped her h*ps and thrust into her.

Zeke groaned and, a split second later, joined her in going over the edge to sweet oblivion.

She fell against him then, and he held her.

“Ah, Summer, you do it for me every time,” he said, stroking her hair. “You are so passionate.”

“I’ve never thought of myself as passionate,” she said, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

“You’re kidding.”

She shook her head, then raised it to look at him. “John and I never shared much passion.”

He shook his head. “Well, take it from me. You’re one of the most responsive women I’ve ever met. I just can’t believe you remained a virgin this long.”

“It was all part of the five-year plan.”

“Huh?”

“The five-year plan,” she repeated. “I drew up a life plan, and part of it called for getting married by twenty-six.”

He laughed, then asked curiously, “And what else did it say?”

“Oh, you know, the usual stuff. Aim to get promoted to management by thirty. Have a baby.” Somehow, giving voice to her goals seemed like confessing something embarrassing.

“You can’t live life by a neat plan.”

“It’s important to have goals,” she said defensively.

“Yeah, but not when they interfere with examining your evolving feelings. Sometimes plans can get in the way of getting what you really want.”

“You sound like an expert.”

He grinned. “You can take it from me. I’m the son of a psychologist, and I’m also someone who gets paid big bucks for singing about emotions.”

“Yes, I noticed. I thought I heard you humming something under your breath a little while ago before we were, ah, otherwise occupied. I didn’t recognize the tune. What was it?”

“Nothing,” he said obliquely. “Just a song that I kind of know.”

“Hmm,” she said, running her foot along his leg.

His hand clamped down on her moving leg and stilled her, his face taking on a seductive intensity. “On the other hand, I don’t just kind of know you.”

As he pressed her into the bed, she laughed breathlessly and gave herself up to tonight, for once not thinking about tomorrow.

Nine

T he next morning, Summer woke up feeling happier and more content than she could recall being in a long time. She looked across at the man lying asleep next to her.

Zeke.

She’d never before woken up next to a man. She wondered why she never had, and yet she knew how she was feeling now was due to Zeke himself.

Looking at him, she itched for her camera so she could snap his picture. In repose, unguarded, his features relaxed, he looked even more heart-stop-pingly handsome than on stage.

A part of her couldn’t believe the Zeke Woodlow had taken an interest in her. She knew he couldn’t be attracted to her for her money, since he was very wealthy in his own right.

She recalled the events of last night and flushed. They’d fallen asleep and woken up to make love twice more during the night. After the last time, Zeke had sung her to sleep. Just thinking of it now, she felt warm and cherished all over again.