His eyes flashed, and he ran a hand over his face. “Do you know anything about what you’re asking?”
“I know you’re wasting precious time,” she grumbled. “We could be done by now if you—”
He snorted. “Making love ought to be more than just me bending you over the closest chair and having my way with you.”
Her jaw dropped open. “You can make love by bending me over a chair?”
“Well… yes.” He raked a hand over his wet hair, then gave her a slow, roguish grin. “And a thousand other ways I’d love to show you.”
She stepped closer. “Then what are you waiting for? We only have all night.”
His hands coasted lightly up her arms. “You’re certain you wouldn’t rather sleep?”
She shook her head. “There’ll be time for that later.”
“And if there’s not?” he asked wickedly.
She wrapped her hands around his neck. “Even better.”
He scooped her up and into his arms. Her legs locked about his hips. His erection pulsed between them.
“Remember this position,” he murmured against her lips. “We might try it a little differently later.”
Her lips parted in surprise. “Standing up?”
“I told you.” He kissed the corners of her mouth. “There are at least a thousand ways to make love. Let’s start with a classic.”
Before she could ask more questions, he carried her into the bedroom, tossed her onto the center of the bed, then climbed atop her and captured her mouth with a kiss. Several kisses. A dizzying onslaught of kiss after intoxicating kiss.
So all-encompassing were his kisses that it took a moment for Tabitha to realize his arms weren’t cradling her gently, as was previously his custom, but rather sliding worshipfully over her body.
When his palms passed lightly over her breasts, she arched up to meet him. He answered her wordless, instinctive request by concentrating his efforts there, cupping and teasing and playing.
Desire electrified her veins and pooled between her thighs. She tilted her hips, seeking, wanting.
As if he understood her needs even better than she did, he slid one of his hands down from her straining breast, over her abdomen, and between her legs.
She gasped into his mouth as his fingers found her core, stroking, circling, dipping, until the pressure building inside her could no longer be contained inside her body. She convulsed helplessly against him as shockwaves of pleasure shuddered through her.
“Can I…” she managed, trying to catch her breath. “Can I make you feel like that? With my hand?”
“Quickly and easily.” His burning gaze was intense on hers. “But I only get one, and I don’t want to waste it.”
“You want to feel it… inside of me?”
“More ardently than words can ever express.” His eyes were serious. “But are you certain that it is what you want?”
In response, she tucked her legs around him. “More ardently than words can express.”
He kissed her unrestrainedly as he positioned his member at her entrance. “If at any time, you wish to stop…”
“I don’t want to stop.” She wiggled her hips in invitation. “I want to start.”
His lips recaptured hers.
As he began to ease into her, a sense of fullness began to spread out from her core, followed by a frisson of alarm. He was too big. This was too much. Her body could never possibly—
A brief stab of pain startled her, and she let out a muffled cry.
