Over the threshold, he kicked the door shut with the heel of his boot and made his way to the back of the house. Through the bedroom in the blink of an eye, he stopped at the bathroom door and slowly set Nessy's feet on the floor.
Winking, he nodded. “Go ahead and take your shower first.”
“Are you sure?” Batting her eyes, she ran the palms of her hand up and down his chest. “We could conserve water and shower together.”
“Oh, Darlin, we would drain the Atlantic Ocean because I wouldn’t be able to stop for about a month.” Kissing the tip of her nose, he smiled even as his erection pushed against the zipper of his jeans. “Just get on in there.”
Swatting her butt when she turned, shook it, walked to the bed, fell face-first onto the mattress, and growled, “Cyrus, you are a fool.”
Hearing the shower turn on, kicked the Guardsman’s imagination into overdrive. Pulling from his memories, he imagined his gorgeous Polar Bear wet and naked. By the time he got into the shower, he was so hard his fist was wrapped around his erection before the water was even warm, and over so quickly, he laughed at himself.
“Well, that was no substitute for Nessy.”
“But it will hopefully allow you to be careful with her,” Dom warned.“Do remember she is precious and pregnant.”
“I got it, Old Man,”Cy agreed.“I am gonna let her take the lead in all things from this moment forward.”
“Finally, the Lad gets some sense.”
“I am ignoring you.”
“Nothing new there.”
Jumping out of the shower, Cyrus wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped into his room just as Nessy’s towel hit thefloor. The room started to spin. His heart nearly beat out of his chest. His knees threatened to buckle while all the blood rushed south. Just the sight of his Mate’s ivory skin, generous curves, and amazing ass had the Guardsman acting like a hormonal teenager.
Gasping with utter pleasure as Cy closed the distance between them, Vanessa’s scent filled the room. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he kissed his way down her irresistible neck as his hand lovingly massaged her silken skin and wonderful curves.
The Magic of their connection flared to life. Tiny shocks bounced between them from every spot their skin touched. The more of his Mate he tasted, the more Cy wanted, until all thoughts of anything but being buried deep inside her evaporated.
Spinning Nessy in his arms, his fingers tangled in her long, chestnut curls. Pulling her closer, his body shook as her hands landed on his chest and her fingertips dug into the muscles. Lips frantically finding hers, he poured all that he was, all that he hoped to be, and all that he knew they would be together into that one earth-shattering kiss.
Needing more, Cy let his thoughts flow to his Mate, only moving when she blissfully sighed. Reaching between them, he loosened the knot holding his towel and let it join Nessy’s on the floor. His erection jumped to life at the feel of his Polar Bear. Their kiss deepened. Their passion grew. It took everything in him to go slow and be careful with the woman he loved with all his heart and soul. Lifting Vanessa off the floor as she pushed up on her tippy toes and literally tried to climb his body, Cyrus’s heart soared when her legs automatically wrapped around his waist.
Walking forward until he reached the bed, the need to be buried deep inside his Mate drove his every move. Spinningaround and dropping his butt onto the mattress, he roared with utter pleasure when he slid into Vanessa’s wanting body in one fluid motion. Looking directly into her heavily lidded eyes, seeing the same incredible love and desire he felt reflected in their dreamy brown depths, he whispered, “Are you sure? Are you okay?”
Hands going from his shoulders to either side of her face, Nessy opened her eyes wide and gloriously demanded, “If you don’t make love to me right this very minute, I might just die.”
“I love you, Vanessa Anne Bryant-MacDonald. I love you with all that I am.” Panting, needing to tell her everything he felt and to hear the same from her, his heart soared when she breathed, “And I love you, my crazy Dragon Man. Now, please, by all that is holy, make love…”
“Oh, I shall, but first…”
Forcing himself to slow down, to savor every second of reconnecting with his Polar Bear Princess, Cyrus lightly kissed from one corner of her delectable lips to the other. Teasing and tasting until he thought he might explode, the Guardsman once again committed every inch to memory, just as he planned to do with her entire body. Capturing every sigh and each tiny moan, his soul shone brighter than ever– for they were all for him and he would cherish them forever.
Her lips moved under his. Her sweet moans begged him to deepen their kiss, but Cyrus held back. He had to be careful, wanted to show his Mate that her welfare and her needs would always be his top priority. He needed her to be as crazy with love and lust as he was. He wanted to drive them both to the brink of ecstasy and then, and only then, have them fall apart together.
Moving to her neck, Cyrus smiled against her skin as Nessy whined at the loss of his lips, then moaned as he kissed the tiny spot just behind her ear. Nibbling and kissing his way down her neck, he gently bit the tendon at the base of her neck. Nessygasped. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling as he licked away the sting of his bite.
Groaning at his slow seduction, she pulled his hair with renewed vigor, forcing his mouth back to hers and immediately taking control of their kiss. Their desire exploded. Flashes of light burst behind his eyes as the blood in his veins caught fire.
Lost to their desire, Cyrus and Vanessa fell into one another. Their passion exploded between them; unlike anything he’d ever felt at the first touch of their tongues. Each meeting drove their hunger to heights yet unknown. Filling each other with such intimacy, becoming one through only their kiss, it was as close to Heaven as he had ever been. Chest to chest, hip to hip, their bodies mimicked their lips, moving as one in an intimate dance of love and commitment.
Gasping as they separated for air, neither could stand a second apart. Their lips met again. Sparks flew between them. Cyrus nibbled Nessy’s bottom lip. Sucking it into his mouth, he ran just the tip of his tongue along her soft, irresistible flesh. Letting go, their tongues once again intermingled, this time more deeply, more passionately, simply more of everything. Gliding along her teeth, over the roof of her mouth, he tasted every inch, savored every nuance, memorized every sensation that was his Polar Bear Princess. Nessy’s taste, her very essence– everything that completed him to perfection, filled him, claimed him, made him hers–forever– just as she was his.
Hands roaming all over her glorious body, Cyrus reveled in Vanessa’s generous curves. His mouth watered with the anticipation of tasting all that was his Mate. Kneading the generous globes of her ass, he moaned low in his throat, loving the feel of the firm flesh against the palms of his hands.
Leaning against him, Nessy’s hands left his hair, rubbed across his shoulders, and slid down his back. Her nails scored his skin, driving him to the brink of perfect insanity. The timehad come. He could wait no longer. She would be his, and that was all there was to it.
“Oh, no,” he groaned, holding tight to Vanessa’s hips as she tried to slide back on his. Taking full advantage of the moment, she rolled her hips backward, slid her hand between their bodies, and fisted his throbbing cock as it fell from her. Unable to breathe, Cyrus threw back his head when she ran her fingers through the moisture covering him and groaned, “Nessy– Nessy,Mo ghràdh.”
