She allowed herself to be swept away by the taste of him. The hand pressed against his chest involuntarily curled into his shirt. The warmth of his chest, the thick muscles bunching and flexing beneath her palm, burned into her hand. The strength and power of him enveloped and overwhelmed her senses. All she could feel, all she could taste, was him.
He turned her swiftly, pressing her against the counter. His rigid leg braced between her quivering thighs as the hand at her waist began to caress the small of her back, causing chills to race up her spine. Unable to stop, she pressed herself more firmly against him. The feel of his solid chest against her nipples aroused delicious sensations unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
She relished the feel of his body against hers, so strong and different. He was hard where she was soft, broad where she was small. The rough bristles along his jaw rubbed against her skin and beneath her hand she could feel the crisp hairs of his chest as he held her within his steel embrace. Leisurely, the hand in the small of her back slid over her hipbones, along her stomach, and left a burning trail across her skin.
Tremors shook her; her heart hammered in her chest as he clasped her breast through the thin material of her nightgown. Instinctively, she arched against him; her hands released his shirt to wrap around his neck. She clung to him as liquid heat spread through her. He rubbed and kneaded her, teasing her erect nipple with his thumb as she pressed into the exquisite heat of his palm.
He released her mouth to travel down her neck, leaving a trail of burning heat as he nibbled and licked at her skin. Her knees gave out as she was swamped with a passion so fierce she could barely breathe through it. His thigh served to keep her upright as her entire world became filled with him.
The feel of his thigh between her legs brought something new and unexpected forth. She rubbed herself against him experimentally. A gasp escaped her as a new bolt of pleasure caused her legs to tremble and her entire body to go weak. He groaned; his hands clenched on her as she rocked against him again.
"Isabelle," he grated hoarsely in her ear.
His mouth reclaimed hers with a frenzy that startled and overwhelmed her. Then, the apprehension vanished as she found herself consumed by his obvious need. Lifting her easily off him, he settled her on the counter. He grasped hold of her calves; his hands burned into her skin as he wrapped her legs around his waist.
Everything was going too fast; the world spun as she turned into a quivering mass of nerve endings tingling everywhere. She should stop all of this. This was the last thing she wanted, the one thing she’d been denying, but it felt so right and so unbelievably good. He took hold of the collar of her nightgown, pulling it roughly down to free her breast. His hand instantly fell upon it.
Any protest she might have made died as she writhed beneath his searing touch. The feel of his rough, callused palm on her breast was the most exquisite thing she ever experienced, and there was no way she could stop him. His arm wrapped around her waist, dragging her across the countertop, and pressing her against his pelvis. A cry escaped her as she felt the hard proof of his arousal pressing against his jeans and rubbing deliciously against the sensitive area between her quivering thighs.
Stefan couldn't get enough; he felt as if he was drowning in the sweet taste of her and the way she reacted to him. Her skin was as supple and smooth as silk as he ran his hands along her thighs. She smelled of fresh air, soap, and apples, but beneath it all, he could smell her delicious, natural womanly scent pulsing through her blood and body. Her smell enveloped him as it heightened sharply and he knew he would never forget it.
She was so wild, so free and uninhibited. She responded to everything he did with enticing whimpers that made him harder and more frantic to have her. It took all the control he had not to rip her nightgown off and take her on the counter. If it weren't for the fact he believed her to be a virgin, he would have done so already, but he didn't want to hurt her any more than he would when he did enter her.
He needed to slow things down, to get her downstairs, but the feel of her, the taste of her was driving him beyond all reasonable thought of control, and sanity. He wanted her with an urgency he’d never experienced before, with a longing coming close to making him break.
Beneath his palm, her nipple burned into his skin as he rubbed and kneaded her. He lifted his mouth to drop kisses along her sensitive ear and neck; he traveled down her chest, before seizing upon her nipple.
She moaned; her body bucked against his as her fingers wrapped into his hair. He licked and nipped, savoring her as he drew her into his mouth. He sucked until she squirmed with passion and ground herself against him with an abandon making him nearly breathless.
"Stefan!" she cried, unable to stand the anticipation building inside of her.
She didn't know what was happening to her, but she knew he could ease her, and she desperately wanted him to. Unable to help herself, she opened her eyes and looked down at him.
