He nearly whimpered. Nodded. Helpless to stop himself, he slid one finger into her slick, tight channel.
She shivered with need, and he felt himself come just a little. His groan was half desire, half frustration.
“Please, Zeke. Please. Make me feel like…before.”
He choked on disbelieving laughter. “So I’ve created a monster, eh?”
She pressed her face into his shoulder and nodded.
His fingers went to work. Circling her, slowly. Caressing. Teasing.
“You want this?” His mouth found one nipple. Suckled. Then moved to the other. “And this?” He found her swollen nubbin, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, then easing back.
Her hips trembled and bucked. Her arms twined around his neck. Her fingers tunneled into his hair, and raked down his back. It was by far the most erotic experience of his life.
He touched her, faster, faster, bringing her ever closer to sweet release at the expense of his own sanity.
Abruptly, she rolled away.
“What the hell?” he demanded, out of his mind with need.
“Not like that,” came her words, muffled by the pillow.
He dropped onto his back, one hand ripping at his hair. She was literally driving him insane.
She rolled again, climbing on top of him, and the leap to insanity was complete.
His hands gripped her hips, staying her attempts to wriggle up to the tip of his cock. “Please. Stop. Moving.”
She leaned over him, her ebony locks falling around him like a curtain of black silk. “I want you inside me,” she whispered.
“We’re playing with fire.”
“I thought you wanted to marry me.” She sounded petulant now, like a child denied her favorite toy.
He shook his head and tugged her down, 'til her face was less than an inch from his. “I do want to marry you. I don’t want to force you. Can’t you understand that?”
Her eyes filled with dawning comprehension. She smiled an angel’s smile and smoothed a cool hand over his brow, sweeping his hair back. “Then do it so we can’t make a baby.”
A hoarse bark of laughter erupted from deep within him. “Woman, how do you know such a method even exists?”
She slid him a glance. “I can read.”
“It isn’t foolproof.”
She dropped a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Then the other. Then feathered kisses over his face.
A hot, aching, tenderness—distinct from the screaming lust tearing apart his insides—filled his chest 'til he thought he might explode from the pain of it.
“Make love to me, Zeke. This might be the last time.”
God, no. The words reverberated in his head like heavy church bells clanging. Kitty was his, and by God, he would show her.
He rolled with her on the bed, pinning her beneath him. With his eyes locked with hers, he removed his trousers and undergarment, adding them to the growing heap on the floor. As for her chemise…he simply couldn’t wait any longer.
He slid one hand between them, pushed up the paper-thin material, and brought the tip of his erection to the entrance of her channel.
She started to close her eyes.
