Steele 05 - Irresistible Forces

surrendering to pleasure of the most erotic kind.
    “You also have a beautiful stomach,” he whispered with a warm breath before placing another kiss there. And then he whispered a few more French words and phrases and she wondered if he knew she understood what he was saying. She doubted it. Not that he was expressing his love or anything of the sort, but he was telling her in explicit French terms how much he loved making love to her body and just what being inside her did to him each and every time he was there. His words were making her succumb to emotions she was trying to control and didn’t want to feel. They were also causing another deep hunger to take place inside her.
    Then she felt the warmth of his breath move lower, and she held still, knowing what he was about to do. By now she should have grown accustomed to him kissing and caressing her there, but she wasn’t. It couldn’t be helped. He had a skill with his tongue whenever he went down on her that she just couldn’t control, deny or resist. After all the lovemaking they’d shared that day she wondered how she would be able to handle this. She didn’t know if she could take her body shattering in a million pieces again.
    She opened her eyes to tell him but all she saw was his head, down between her legs and she could only close her eyes the moment his tongue flicked over her sensitive flesh.
    Instinctively, her body came up off the bed and he grabbed her hips, holding her to his mouth as he devoured her with a sense of hunger that left her gasping for breath. She closed her eyes as sensations tore into her body once again.
    She reached out for him, held his head in place, inviting him to go deeper, and he did, as his sinfully skilled and seductive tongue continued nonstop, increasing the pace, redefining the urgency. Her senses were being driven wild and her fingers threaded through his hair as he continued to ply long, deep, drugging kisses into her.
    “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she cried out over and over as a powerful throb overtook her. And then she felt it, some part of her that his tongue touched, that sent her over the edge, splintering her in two and making her scream yet again at the top of her lungs.
    Slowly, deliberately, he continued to bestow the intimate kiss on her as she felt waves of heated pleasures float all through her, and she continued to writhe beneath his mouth.
    She felt herself losing consciousness, and the last thing she remembered after moaning out his name was him pulling up and taking her mouth and she tasted herself on his tongue.
    * * *
    “What did you do to me?” Taylor asked moments after her lids fluttered back open. Dominic was leaning over her and wiping her brow with a warm, damp cloth.
    He smiled down at her. “Do I truly need to answer that in full details, chérie? ”
    “No, but you did do something. I passed out for heaven’s sake.”
    Yes, she had, he acknowledged silently. And just to think when they had left the resort earlier that day he had fully intended not to touch her. But whether he liked it or not, the woman made dreams a reality. She was the only woman he knew who could do something like that—and with very little effort.
    “Tell me what you did, Dominic.”
    He heard the urgency in her voice. He’d known her long enough to realize she was someone who thrived on being in the know, especially when it concerned her personally.
    “La petite mort,” he said, using a French accent. “It’s the French translation for the little death and a popular reference for a sexual orgasm. When pleasure gets so overwhelming it’s considered a short period of transcendence one encounters.”
    “By passing out?”
    “Yes.”
    He watched as she bit her bottom lip nervously before saying, “Nothing like that has ever happened to me before.”
    He was tempted to tell her nothing like that had ever happened to him, either. Although he hadn’t passed out, he had felt pleasure so intense, even now parts of his body felt as if they were on fire. “It might happen again. But don’t worry. You will be in good hands if it does,” he assured her. He could tell from her expression that she intended to worry. Anxiety lines were forming around her lips. Her very beautiful, kissable lips. Lips that he was tempted to devour again.
    Thinking he couldn’t let that happen, he glanced at his watch. “Come on, it’s time to get back.”
    He pushed the covers aside and stood and then reached a