She’d said his name in a way that caused all sorts of emotions to flow through him. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“This is my mating dance. You told me the decision was mine, and I’m making it. I want you to make love to me, here,in my special place, my safe space. And when you aren’t here, I want to be surrounded by my memories of our time here together.”
Then she eased up on tiptoe and kissed him. There was a measured degree of passion in her approach. A combination of anxious abandonment and sweet urgency.
He unapologetically deepened the kiss, making love to her mouth the way he wanted to make love to her body.
He broke the kiss and swept her into his arms. “Which way to your bedroom, my love?”
“Down the hall. First room on your right.”
Nodding, he quickly moved in that direction.
Haven had never truly known how it felt to want a man. Until now. She was experiencing things she had never felt before. She now recognized when she felt aroused. She’d always experienced attraction and desire whenever she was with Skylar. But now, it was so much more potent than that. She was overwhelmed by a primitive force that was so strong, jolts of sexual hunger spread throughout her body.
As she danced for him, the heat she’d seen in his eyes had made her womb contract, her pulse increase, and for the first time, she had felt moisture gather between her thighs. And when he had eased off the sofa to walk toward her, a moan had slipped from her lips. He had reached out, putting his hands on her waist while he swayed against her, joining in her dance. She leaned closer to him, reveling in the sensation of having his fingers skim slowly up and down her back, caressing her in ways and places no manhad dared before.
And now he was placing her in the middle of her bed. Leaning in, he reached out to gently stroke her cheek. “Are you sure about this, Haven?”
She knew why he was asking. They had only known each other for five weeks, but she had withheld giving herself to a man for twenty-four years. This would be a significant step for her, and he wanted her to ensure she had no regrets. Just knowing he cared enough not to move forward until she was certain tugged at her heart. She had known it, had accepted it, and now she could say it. “I am sure, Skylar, because I know I was meant to be with you. I can’t explain it, but Iknow.”
As if her words were good enough for him, a smile tugged at his lips. She had expected him to start undressing her, but instead, he eased down on the bed with her and pulled her into his arms, pressing her cheek against his chest. “I called you ‘my love’ earlier for a reason, Haven,” he whispered softly against her ear. “It’s not something I’ve ever said before, and I do so today with full clarity of what it means.”
She shifted her body to look up at him, to gaze into the depths of eyes so dark she could feel ragged heat radiating from them. “And what does it mean, Skylar?” she whispered in a voice she barely recognized as her own.
“It means you are the woman I love, the one I will love always. I want you to know that the way I’m touching you tonight will be a promise, not of passion, Haven, but of love. I love you so very much.”
Haven couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in her eyes. “Oh, Skylar, I love you, too.”
Haven’s words of love overwhelmed Skylar. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He kissed her thoroughly and possessively, ravaging her mouth one minute and then soothing it with mellow urgency the next. Her taste was hot, and he threw himself into seducing her with deep, hungry glides of his tongue. He knew she was ready when she started to climax…all from a kiss.
Moments later, when he finally released her mouth, the look in her eyes told him how shocked she was at what had just happened. “There are more where that one came from, my golden girl. However, the next time it happens, I want to be inside of you so we can soar to the next galaxy together.”
Easing himself out of bed, he began removing his clothes, then leaned over and helped her remove hers. When he slid her panties down her legs, the luscious scent of her made him moan. Seeing her nakedness aroused him to the point of pain. He didn’t know where to start. Maybe at the mouth he loved devouring. Or the breasts he couldn’t wait to suck. Then again, the place between her legs, that part of her that he ached to taste, called to him. So many choices…
Knowing she was watching as he put on a condom made him even more aroused. Returning to the bed, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, knowing he had to take things slow and easy this first time, in deference to her sexual innocence. Regardless of how badly he wanted her, he refused to rush. When she began kissing him back, he could actually feel blood pounding through his veins.
He released her mouth, driven by the need to know her taste in another part of her body. He lifted her hips,then lowered his mouth between her legs. Her body jerked hard against his mouth at the intimate contact, and he doubted she knew just how addictive her taste was. She moaned, then started to push her hips against his mouth, acting totally on instinct. He’d never experienced anything like this, and he was grateful she’d chosen him to be her first. And if he had anything to say about it, her only.
She screamed his name as he deepened the pressure of his tongue inside of her. He had wanted to be inside her the next time she had climaxed, but he had been driven to taste her first. He didn’t let up until the last shudder had flowed from her body. Moments later, he moved his body over hers and leaned in to trace his tongue over the nipple of one breast and then the other.
“Skylar…”
He met her gaze. “Ready, my love?”
“For you, always,” she whispered.
He laced their hands together as his shaft began sinking into her, methodically slow and intensely deep. When he saw tears appear in her eyes, he went still. “Am I hurting you?” he asked in concern.
She shook her head. “No, you are pleasuring me in ways I hadn’t thought possible. Please don’t stop.”
So he didn’t.
After kissing away her tears, he began moving inside of her, building even more heat between them, in a slow, deep rhythm. He could feel her tight body pulsing around him and could hear her raspy breathing with every deep stroke as she rocked her hips against him. He felt the way her inner muscles were contracting to claim him. And when she screamed his name again, he knew the same waves of pleasure drowningher were about to swamp him. She was pure orgasmic joy, and she was his. Totally, irrevocably and completely, from this night forward.
“We never did drink our wine,” Haven said as she snuggled close to Skylar.
After making love, he had left the bed to dispose of the condom, then run hot water in the bathtub for her. He told her it would help with the soreness she would feel later. Now they were back in bed and wrapped in each other’s arms.
