Destiny for Three Page 8

"You heard me." He appeared very pleased with himself, relishing his revenge.

  "I suppose this is your idea of payback?" Elise planted her hands on her hips.

  "It is."

  "You rat."

  Trey laughed, then took a seat on a small chair near the wardrobe. Setting aside his walking stick, he settled himself comfortably in anticipation of her performance, his arms folded across his chest. "The water's on the night table, Elizabeth. Have at it."

  Elise definitely wasn't looking forward to making a fool of herself in front of this particular man, but it could never be said she was a poor sport. "All right, you asked for it," she warned, then with no further preliminaries, poured herself a glass of water and began her bizarre serenade.

  "I believe you have one more chorus," Trey reminded her when she stopped to take a breath.

  Elise swallowed her mouthful of water and gave him a dirty look. "You're a cruel, cruel man, Mr. Kingston."

  "Spoken like a woman who’s getting her just desserts." Trey lifted his hands like a musical conductor. "Come on now. Let's try for a grand finale."

  Scowling, Elise took another mouthful of water and gave him his finale then she swallowed and stood grinding her teeth while he honored her with a standing ovation.

  "You have a sadistic streak that’s very unbecoming, Trey," she grumbled.

  Still chuckling, Trey came to stand in front of her, reached out and wiped a drop of water off her chin with his thumb. "And you have a musical talent unequalled by any but the champion coonhound I owned as a boy." At her testy glare, he bit his lower lip. "I'm sorry. You performed a difficult challenge admirably."

  "Thank you," Elise answered, her bruised ego starting to heal. His hand lingered at her jawline, his fingers brushing it with the barest of caresses. Closing her eyes for a mere second, she savored the feel of his touch. When she opened them, she saw his gaze had turned dark, his intention smoldering within its depths. Her face tingled where he touched her, and she suddenly felt uncharacteristically nervous as he closed the gap between them.

  "You-you are going to kiss me this time, right?" she murmured. "No more dares?"

  "Just one," Trey whispered as his head lowered and his mouth brushed against her trembling lips.

  Feeling her knees nearly buckle beneath her, Elise reached for the lapels of his jacket for support. It was an enormous struggle to retain even a shred of lucidity as his mouth moved teasingly light against hers, the heat of his body so close, his warm masculine scent wrapped around her, captivating, beguiling. When he pulled back a fraction of an inch, she was able to clear her head just enough to speak. "Which one is that?"

  Trey's hand slid to the back of her head, his fingers slipping beneath the net and tangling themselves in her hair. "I think you know."

  Elise closed her eyes as a wave of fire coursed through her. Dear God, even though she’d known Trey only a couple of weeks it seemed like she'd been waiting for this moment forever, a part of her never really believing that it would ever happen, that he could ever put aside his bitterness and suspicion. She looked up into his face. "Are you sure this is what you-"

  Her question was silenced by Trey’s finger pressing against her lips. "Shh. No more talk. I don’t want to think about anything else but this."

  His mouth came down over hers again, this time in earnest. His tongue parted her lips, sweeping inside, persuading her to accept him, join him in an urgent dance of liquid heat and sensation as he explored and tasted every inch of her mouth. Elise opened for him, welcoming him, feeling her sex open as well, growing heavy and hot and wet in anticipation.

  Winding her arms around his neck, she threaded her fingers through his hair and pressed herself against him, mouth against mouth, breast against chest, soft belly against his hard, straining erection. Her mind was feverish with desire like none she'd ever felt before with any other man. It had all been child's play compared to this.

  She fervently hoped it was the same for him.

  *

  Trey broke away from her mouth, scorching a fiery trail along her jaw, then the delicate white skin of her neck. She tasted of a silken heat more enticing than anything he'd ever known. The faint scent of roses and citrus that clung to her skin drifted and whirled about him like a heady mist, drawing him in, deeper, closer, until he was drunk with it. He let his hand trace up the curve of her waist to the ripe swell of her breast, caressing the nipple through the layers of clothing and felt it react deliciously, hardening beneath the pad of his thumb. She shivered against him.

  Not with outrage or revulsion, but with want. She wanted him.

  A tremor shuddered through his body, wrenching a low groan of hunger from his chest. Trey closed his eyes against the swell of intense desire washing over him. He shouldn't be doing this. It shouldn't be happening, went against every instinct of self-preservation, but he didn’t want to think about what would happen in New York, or Rad. He didn’t want to think about the pain the future would hold. No pain. He wanted the pleasure that was in his arms right now.

  He savored the sweetness of her mouth once again as he picked at the row of pearly buttons which ran down the length of her bodice, then parted the front of her gown. Nothing but her thin chemise separated her skin from his touch. She wasn't wearing a corset. No wonder her waist had felt so wonderfully pliant beneath his hand.

  He must have muttered an exclamation because she smiled sheepishly and whispered, "I couldn’t stand the corsets anymore, so I had Jemma let out the waist on a few gowns. I hope you’re not shocked."

  Shockingly aroused. “I like it better this way,” he murmured, then slipped his hand inside her chemise and cupped a firm, plump breast. “Easier access.” The memory of the texture and taste of her nipple against his tongue as he’d suckled her that night in the parlor flooded his mind and his cock throbbed in response.

  Swallowing the lump in his throat, Trey pushed down the neckline of her chemise, exposing first one breast then the other. “So beautiful,” he breathed and let his palm brush lightly over one rosy peak, slowly, back and forth. He’d handled her roughly that last time, wanting her to run away, save them both from his overwhelming, self-destructive hunger. But she hadn’t run. His coarse touch had fired her desire like a spark to dry kindling and if Jemma hadn’t interrupted he would have taken her there on the floor, like an animal.

  Unbuttoning, then shrugging off his jacket, Trey backed toward the bunk, pulling her along with fevered kisses pressed against her swollen lips. He sank down on the edge of the mattress, his stiff leg stretched out to one side, then drew her to stand between his knees. Her breasts were at eye level now, their pouty tips beckoning him. He couldn't resist. Leaning forward, he took one peak into the heat of his mouth and swirled his tongue around the pebble-hard bud.

  "Yes, Trey..." She shuddered and grasped at his head, her fingers tangling in his hair.

  Groaning, Trey suckled her, unable to turn back or let go. He needed this. Needed to feel her body tremble with the pleasure he could give her. Needed to hear her cry out his name, feel her desperation as she clutched him tightly to her.

  Her nipples were glistening wet by the time he finally pulled her head down to his, plundering her mouth just as thoroughly. His hands skimmed down over the rumpled bodice of her gown, only to meet with the stiff resistance of her crinoline. The impediment should have been enough to cause a moment’s hesitation, a chance for him to come to his senses, but he was too far gone, too drunk with need. He grunted with frustration then muttered against her lips, "Off. I want it off."

  “I could stop wearing these as well,” she offered breathlessly, undoing the fastenings with shaking fingers.

  Impatient, Trey helped, and soon the unwieldy garment was lowered and kicked to the side. “I’d prefer you wore nothing at all under your skirts, sweetheart. Nothing but soft skin and hot, wet honey.”

  A wild spark flared in her eyes, then their mouths fused in an untamed, hungry mating that left them both panting. Trey slip
ped his hands beneath her skirt and up the back of her slim legs to cup her lusciously rounded ass. It felt wonderful in his hands, a perfect fit. He squeezed and molded the firm mounds, hoping she couldn’t feel the trembling of his hands.

  “Mm, God, yes…” she moaned into his mouth and caught his lower lip between her teeth. His heart thundered at the level of her arousal. This was not the old Elizabeth with her practiced pouts and teasing kisses. This woman wanted him, honestly, unashamedly.

  Trey made quick work of untying her drawers. Once undone, they fell down her legs and she stepped out of them. He held up the front of her skirt in one hand and let his gaze travel over her uncovered beauty; her legs, encased in sheer black silk, her sleek thighs encircled by garters of lace and ribbon, the dark triangle of curls that marked the location of the hidden treasure he sought. How many times had he brought himself off imagining this?

  "Here, sweetheart, hold these up." He placed her hands on the bundle of skirt at her waist, freeing his own to trail up the inside of her thighs and nudge them apart. “Spread your legs for me. God, yes, that's it." He watched her expression as, with one gentle finger, he found the moist heat within that soft nest of curls. Her mouth opened in a silent cry, eyes fluttering shut and Trey’s breath caught. He swallowed hard. Just like the other night, she was so wet, his finger slipped easily between the petals of her sex. He stroked the dusky pink folds, dipping into her tight channel to draw out her moisture. He found the hot little pearl of nerves at the top of her pussy and teased it with his thumb, dragging a gasping cry from her lips. The sound plucked at the tightly strung cord of his desire, made his cock strain and throb against the material of his pants.

  Putting an arm around her back to hold her tightly to him, Trey’s lips moved hungrily on her breasts while his fingers delved deeper into her passage. Dear God, she was so small, so hot! He felt her muscles contract around him and redoubled his efforts, his thumb pressing harder, rubbing in tight circles on her clitoris. Her hips moved urgently against his hand and her breathing grew ragged.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Take your pleasure.” He took a nipple lightly between his teeth then sucked it deeply into his mouth, drawing on it hard.

  "Oh…Oh yes, Trey!" She found her release, her body shaking, her pussy spasming around his fingers.

  A raw groan tore from Trey's throat as he held on to her shuddering form, his face pressed within the fragrant valley between her breasts, never wanting to let her go. "Ah, sweet Jesus, Elizabeth..."

  *

  That name.

  Elise plunged back down from the heaven of her climax, weak, but as sober as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown on her. She didn’t want that woman to be any part of this, even if it was just her name.

  "No, don't do that," she groaned miserably.

  Trey looked up at her, his eyes dark with some indefinable emotion, voice thick with need. "What is it?" His expression tightened, as if he was bracing himself for a blow. "You don't like how I’m touching you?"

  "God, no that's not it,” she was quick to reassure him and pressed a kiss against his lips. “I love the way you touch me, maybe too much. Just, just don't call me that name anymore."

  "Sweetheart?"

  "Elizabeth."

  "But that's your name."

  "Please," she whispered. "I'm not that woman anymore. Elizabeth is gone."

  His brows drew together, his confusion evident. "What is it you'd like me to call you?"

  "Elise," she whispered.

  "Why ‘Elise’?"

  If only he'd believe the truth. A part of her wanted to blurt it out and hope for the best, but her common sense stopped her. She'd only make a fool of herself and convince him she was a lunatic. "I don't know..." Her answer was purposefully vague. "I only know that I can't stand to have you call me Elizabeth, especially when we're intimate."

  He simply gazed at her and Elise held her breath, afraid she’d ruined the moment, afraid that her request was simply too much for him to accept right now. She felt his fingers drag slowly from her channel and her heart dropped.

  Then he brought them up to his mouth, licked one and slipped it inside. His beautiful eyes closed for a moment as he savored her taste. “Mmm, you’re delicious as well as beautiful. Will you let me kiss your pretty pussy, Elise?”

  Her breath left her in a rush and she almost came again. “Oh, God, Trey. You don’t even have to ask.”

  He smiled a devil’s smile and pulled her down onto the bunk. Quickly undoing the remaining buttons of her gown, he pulled it off and tossed it aside. Then he laid her back on the mattress as he removed his shirt, his gaze slowly caressing her naked body.

  “You’re so damn gorgeous, darlin’. I want to taste every inch of you, but I’m going to start right here with your sweet, wet pussy.” He maneuvered so he lay between her legs, his shoulders pressing her thighs wide apart while he gently teased the slick folds of her sex, holding her open to his hungry gaze. When he moved closer, tickling her wet flesh with a brush of breath, Elise shivered but couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of him between her legs. His eyes met hers and he smiled again, then ducked his head and dragged his tongue from the base of her sex to her clit in a long, slow stroke. Still sensitive from her recent orgasm, Elise cried out, her body vibrating from the intensity of the feeling.

  “You like that?” he murmured against her. “How about this?” His talented tongue focused on her clit, swirling deliciously, teasing it before his lips closed over it and suckled.

  The intensity was too much. Her hips bucked up and her thighs clamped against the sides of his head, but he stayed pressed firmly against her, licking, sucking, kissing her pussy as thoroughly as he’d kissed her mouth earlier. Elise felt like the top of her head might blow off. God, it had been so long since a man had loved her this way! Bruce had performed the act a few times, half-heartedly, always making her feel a bit selfish for requesting it. In contrast, Trey clearly loved going down on her, so much so that she’d feel selfish asking him to stop. Willing her body to relax, she yielded to his desire and let her thighs drop open again, let his wickedly delicious mouth drive her toward another peak.

  He pressed two fingers back into her channel, then three, gently stroking, stretching her tight inner muscles. She could hear the wet whisper of her juices as they drenched his hand, easing his opening of her body. He moaned against her swollen flesh then raised his head, his breath heavy, eyes full of fire. “I want to fuck you now, Elise. Will you let me?”

  “Yes,” she practically sobbed, grabbing at his shoulders to pull him up. “Oh, yes, please, Trey. I want you so bad.” His body came down over hers and she kissed him like a mad woman, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. She felt him lift enough to open his pants and she helped shove them down his hips. His long, hard cock sprang free, straining toward her. She gently clasped it in her hands, drawing a sharp hiss from Trey’s lips as it jumped within her grip. “I need you inside me,” she whispered, softly stroking the rigid muscle, drawing him toward her.

  A moan rumbled in his chest as he allowed her to position his cock at the entrance to her body. “Ahh, hell yes…” Capturing her mouth beneath his in a scorching kiss, he rocked his hips and pushed, but could barely wedge the head inside. He broke from the kiss, panting, his forehead resting against hers. “Jesus, sweetheart, you’re tight as a fist. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t hurt me.” Elise was nearly mindless with the need to feel him fill her completely. Drawing up her legs, she reached down, grabbed his hips and pulled. “Fuck me. Please!”

  His cock sank farther into her, tunneling into her tight, slick channel, stretching her muscles to an almost unbearable degree. He pulled out halfway, allowing her moisture to lubricate his hard flesh, then flexed his hips and pumped deeper. Elise yelped in surprise at the sharp tearing sensation as his cock pushed in to the hilt. Trey stilled above her, his eyes, dark with desire, searched her face.

  “I-I was a virg
in,” Elise stammered in shock. It hadn’t even occurred to her that Elizabeth hadn’t had sex. Jeff had made it sound as though he and Elizabeth had been intimate many times.

  “Do you want to stop?” Trey asked in a strained voice.

  Elise shook her head and kissed him. “No way. The pain’s over. Now I want the pleasure.” She urged him to move with another tug on his hips.

  Relief and raw need swept across his face. "Hold on, sweetheart. Hold on tight." Trey kissed her hungrily and started to move again. He gradually increased the tempo of his thrusts and Elise met each demanding lunge, lifting her hips greedily to take every inch of him.

  She watched the gorgeous man who labored above her. His lean face, gleaming with the soft sheen of perspiration, tense with concentration, dark golden-brown eyes holding her captive, penetrating her soul as deeply as he penetrated her body. She lifted her legs and locked them around him, feeling the firm muscles of his ass flexing beneath her calves. Like a spring within her, the delicious tension wound tighter and tighter until, with a particularly fierce thrust, Trey set it coiling free. Clinging to him, she shook with the force of her climax, her cries captured in his mouth, her nails pressing tiny, crescent-shaped welts into his back.

  A few strokes later, Trey followed her over the edge. With a hoarse shout, he pulled from her body, his hot seed spilling in pulsing bursts on her belly. They stayed motionless for a long moment, their foreheads touching, breaths mingling. Finally, he pressed a kiss to her lips, then shifted off her and dropped heavily onto his back.

  Elise snuggled against him, stroking his damp chest as their breathing gradually returned to normal. “Mmm, that was incredible.” She leaned in to press a kiss to his chest and felt the wetness of his come between their bodies. “But we’re a little sticky,” she said with a giggle. “Hold on, I’ll get a washcloth.”

  She wet a rag in the washbowl and cleaned herself, then rinsed it and brought it back to Trey. He’d raised onto his elbows and was staring grimly at the blood stain on his cock. He took the washcloth and cleaned himself silently, then tossed the rag to the floor, got up and started buttoning his pants. He certainly didn’t look like a man basking in the afterglow of great sex.