She didn’t recognize the small cries of need he wrung from her.It was as if she had no choice but to moan and sigh as his clever fingers probed pressure points she’d never guessed existed.The flames licked around her, through her.She gripped his shoulders as the only anchor in a whirling maelstrom where she wondered if pleasure had the power to make her fly apart into a million pieces.She sensed the moment coming, almost heard it like the rumble of a distant waterfall, and then she was pitched headlong past all restraint, flung gasping into the convulsing world of release.
As she shuddered in his arms, he kissed her back to sanity, cupping her face and stroking her hair away from her damp forehead.“You are so beautiful,” he said.“I thought so before, but now that I’ve seen you like this...”
Dazed, she laid her head on his shoulder.“Oh, Ry.”
He cuddled her, holding her like a precious artifact.“I knew there was that kind of passion in you.”
“I didn’t,” she murmured.
“You didn’t?”The male satisfaction in his voice made her smile.
She lifted her head so he could see that smile.“You wanted me to lose it.I sure did.”
“I wanted just what I got, you in a frenzy, so wet and flushed, so willing for me to...”He trailed off and sucked in his breath.
The desire in his eyes told her most of what she needed to know, and a quick glance downward supplied confirmation.He needed her, and she wanted to give.Ry wasn’t the only one who’d had fantasies.
She began slowly, reaching inside the open front of his shirt to find his nipples buried in a swirl of chest hair.She scratched across the tips lightly with her fingernails and was rewarded with another sharp intake of breath.
She gazed into his eyes.“I think you might need doctoring, after all.”
The look he gave her was hot enough to start a fire in wet kindling.“Could be.”
Her shirt was damp.She flicked open the snaps at her wrists.“Let me slip into something more comfortable.”With a shrug of her shoulders, the shirt slipped to the floor.She flung her bra after it.“There.”When she glanced at Ry to gauge the effect, she was rewarded by the flash of primitive lust in his gaze.
Still astride him, she rose to her knees, her hands cupping her breasts.“See anything you like, cowboy?”
With a groan, he pulled her close, tasting, nipping, suckling.She’d thought to tease him, to drive him a little crazy before she gave him relief, but his teeth tugging at her nipples renewed the fire deep in her loins, and she began to quiver with her own need.She pulled away, breathing hard, and applied herself to the task of unfastening his belt.He pulled her back, toppling them both to the bed as he ravished her breasts.
Before she realized it, he’d nudged her out of her already unfastened jeans and stripped away her panties.Free of restriction, she wanted him in a way that threatened to destroy all reason.Had she imagined she could control a conflagration this powerful?
No longer caring about anything but bringing him inside her, she opened the fly of his jeans and reached beneath the elastic of his briefs.Stroking the fullness there, she begged him to love her.Now.
Gasping, he looked into her eyes.“You tempt me, wicked woman.”
“Love me, Ry.Please love me.”
He took a long, shuddering breath.“Fantasies first.That time, when you were putting on the ointment, you gave me a picture that won’t go away.Give me the reality.”
Of course she would.She would do anything for him, despite the aching, driving passion clamoring for his attention.
He lifted his hips and she divested him of his clothes.He was magnificently, achingly aroused.Her fingers closed over the hot shaft.She leaned down, knowing he was watching her.Her tongue tasted salty desire, and the need to love him overrode her need to be loved.His groan as she enclosed him made the sacrifice of her own satisfaction pale to nothing.
He shifted position, but she was so involved in his pleasure that she didn’t realize his purpose until he touched the burgeoning point of her own excitement and a spasm of pleasure zinged through her.Then his mouth was there, loving her with a thoroughness that made her dizzy.Somehow, despite the exquisite distraction, she ministered to him, too.His moment came first, and she rejoiced in the great shudders that shook his body.Soon after, he lavished her with an equal gift that left them sated and panting.
He eased up beside her and pulled her close.Silently, they held each other, knowing words could add nothing to such unabashed sharing of pleasure.They breathed in unison, as if they’d synchronized all their responses.
“Stay the night,” he murmured at last.
“Isn’t that dangerous?We might forget and?—”
“If I didn’t forget that time, when I could hardly see from wanting you, I won’t forget.Stay.”
“I’ll stay.”She snuggled closer.
“But don’t expect to sleep much,” he murmured, his voice husky in her ear.
“We only have about seven hours until dawn.Will that be enough time for what you have in mind?”
