Cause For Scandal (Dynasties: The Elliotts #3)(7)
Author: Anna DePalo

He bent his head again, and she waited for the already familiar scent and flavor of him.

The kiss this time was a slow and erotic dance, and she found herself leaning back against the wall for support.

She shuddered as he took the kiss deeper, and she opened to him, sliding her hands up his chest and to his shoulders to draw him closer. Pressed against him, she felt every inch of his lean, muscular form, from his firm thighs to the hard plane of his chest.

His lips moved from hers to trail kisses along her jawline to the sensitive spot below her ear. When his lips traced the delicate shell of her ear, a moan escaped her.

She felt a stab of pure lust. She’d never had the teenage crushes that other girls had had on movie stars and celebrities. She’d been too sensible for that type of thing. Now, though, confronted by a real rock star, her resistance crumbled like a house of sand.

His hands ran down her sides, over her h*ps and then to her back, molding her to him.

“We have to stop,” she murmured.

“Right,” he said, intent on kissing her neck.

She turned her head to the side to give him better access. “This is wrong.”

“But it feels so right.”

She couldn’t argue with that logic.

“I’ve been seeing you in my dreams,” he said.

“Sounds lovely.”

He laughed against her throat. “It has been.” He raised his head and looked into her eyes. “But the real thing is better.”

He cupped her face and delivered a searing kiss.

When he finally lifted his head, they were both breathing hard. “Trust me?”

She nodded.

He bent and, sliding an arm behind her knees, lifted her as if she weighed no more than a feather.

She pulled his head down for another scorching kiss, then he headed for the room at the end of the hall.

The everyday, sensible Summer Elliott would have panicked by now. This Summer Elliott, however, could only feel an overwhelming sense of anticipation.

Release your inner goddess…. Release your inner goddess.…

Yes. It wasn’t just that her clothes were different tonight. Her inhibitions had also evaporated faster than water in the desert.

Listening to Zeke sing one slow-burn love song after another, then being in his presence—hearing that sexy voice, looking into his blue eyes, feeling his arousing touch—her defenses were at a low ebb.

He carried her into a room that was expensively decorated and set her down at the foot of a king-size bed.

His fingers went to the hem of her sweater. “You don’t mind if I get rid of this, do you? I have this need to touch you.”

The sensible Summer Elliott was alarmed, but the uninhibited Summer just said, “Please.”

The top came off, and he tossed it aside, his eyes widening with appreciation as he took in her wine-colored demi bra.

“Beautiful,” he muttered.

She shivered in response to his blatant appreciation. She was thankful now that she’d let Scarlet coax her into wearing her sexiest underwear—underwear that, not coincidentally, she’d been talked into buying by her sister on their most recent shopping trip together.

She’d thought she’d have little use for the satin bra and matching panties. In fact, she remembered arguing with Scarlet last night and saying, “I don’t see why I need to wear sexy underwear to the concert. After all, it’s not as if anyone is going to see it.”

Scarlet had sighed impatiently. “It’s all part of dressing the role. If you dress sexier, you’ll feel and act sexier.”

Now Zeke caressed her with his fingertips, tracing circles on her shoulders before feathering downward over her arms and then the tops of her br**sts.

If he’d been anything but gentle, she’d have turned and fled. Instead, she felt herself melting under his tenderness.

He lowered the strap of her bra and his hand came up to cup the exposed breast, the pad of his thumb flicking over the nipple and making it hard and distended. The look on his face was dark, intense and clouded with desire.

A low whimper escaped from her. Her knees felt like jelly, while all her most sensitive spots were charged with awareness. When he pulled her against him and took her nipple in his mouth, she sagged against him, running her fingers through his hair.

With one hand, he unhooked her bra and pulled it off. His mouth moved to her other breast, and his hands roamed, busy with divesting her of her skirt. Dimly, she heard her skirt rustle to the ground, even as she concentrated on the pleasurable sensations of his mouth at her breast.

When he finally pulled back, his gaze swept over her and widened. She was dressed only in her panties, thigh-high hose and long boots.

“Wow.” Yanking his shirt over his head, he added jokingly, “Guess I’ll have to level the playing field.”

She drank him in as he undressed. He was gorgeous, his chest flat and muscled, his body lean and strong.

When they came together again, it was all questing hands and torrid kisses.

She felt his erection press against her, and rubbed against it.

He raised his head and groaned. “I want you.”

“Yes.”

“You’re a fantasy come to life.”

“I’ll bet,” she teased, looking down at herself. “Stiletto boots and hose?”

“Oh, yeah.” His eyes glinted. “Sit back and I’ll help you off with them.”

Obediently, she sat on the bed behind her and raised her leg.

Slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, he lowered the zipper of one boot and tossed it aside. He rolled down her stocking, tossed it aside as well, and then pressed a hot kiss to the inside of her ankle.

She’d never been more aroused in her life. Mesmerized, she watched him do the same to her other leg.

Afterward, he kicked off his shoes and undid his jeans, pulling the latter off along with his underwear, so that he stood before her na**d and aroused.

“You’re gorgeous,” she said.

He quirked a brow, amusement crossing his face. “Same to you.” He glanced around, then walked over to a carry-on bag on a nearby chair. After some rustling, he pulled something out and turned back to the bed. “For a second, I thought I didn’t have any.”

She glanced at the small packet in his hand. Protection. Suddenly, the enormity of what she was about to do hit her, and she gulped. “I guess this is as good a moment as any to tell you—”

“Yes?”

“I’ve never done this before.”

Three

S ummer watched as Zeke stopped, looking stunned. “Never?”