When his tongue touched her nipple, she cried out his name, fingers sliding through his dense dark hair before latching on. Passion exploded and that was before he started to suckle. Her breath came in gasps, body already reacting.
His head lifted, eyes a burning blue blaze as they sought hers.
"Let me have you."
Her fingers curled into the hairs on his chest.
"Yes." She moaned.
"Yes."
He needed nothing further. With a groan, he clamped a hand at the back of her neck and closed his mouth on hers.
Chapter 13
He deepened the kiss. His tongue tangled with hers, the taste, scent of hers worming throughout his body and taking root. His fingers tugged the careless bun she had made of her hair. His fingers tightened, lifting her face to take the kiss even deeper. She was pressed against him, slender curves making an impression he would not soon forget.
Dragging his lips from hers, he raced his lips over her cheek, her nose and eyes, before starting all over. He would never get enough of her.
Sliding on top of her, he nibbled at her throat. Words were not necessary. He wanted to show her by his actions that he wanted her. Needed her.
When he nibbled at her throat, she gripped his shoulders. His lips trailed across her collar bone, before venturing further.
Her nipples were aching. Sweet sensations coursed through her body like honey. Flames licked at her, enflaming her when he closed his mouth over the nipple. Her body arched, quivering like an arrow that was straining to leave the bow.
He plucked at her, sending her into a vicious spin that had her moaning.
His lips moved down, tasting her taut stomach and staying there for a few minutes. She had carried his baby inside her. Grief and regret swamped him that he had not been there for her. He wanted to make up for it. Wanted to take away the pain and rejection he had made her feel.
"Cade." Her voice whispering his name sent passion coursing. He was overwhelmed.
Lifting his head, he gazed at her. She looked sexily rumpled, her wealth of hair streaming over the pillows. Her magnificent eyes were bright, lips swollen.
"Don't tell me to stop." His voice was sharp, harsh with the need to restrain himself. "Please. It would kill me."
"No." She shook her head wildly. Something glorious was happening to her. And she could not say no, not to this, not to him. "I can't." She admitted brokenly. "Please."
"Tell me you want me." He pleaded. "Tell me that I'm not the only one going through this."
"I want you." She had to swallow the lump in her throat. "I want you so much."
With a muffled groan, he tugged at her shorts and tossed it aside. His hands roved over her hips, fingers sliding into the waistband of her lace panties.
His eyes were on hers as he took them off. Then he looked down and words failed him. Their second time had been inside his vehicle, and he never had time to look, to appreciate. Words failed him as he studied her. He could look for days, for weeks.
Pressing a hand over her, he met her fevered gaze. Her lips parted, her body arched. He continued to stare at her as he slipped a finger and then another inside her.
She was wet and hot. A groan escaped him. When she erupted, simply erupted, he almost lost the tenuous control he had over his emotions.
He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. It had to be now.
With his breath backing up and his body throbbing, he practically tore at his underwear and covered his body with hers. Her tightness stole his breath. Sliding her hands up, he twined his fingers through hers and held on tight. "I love you." He told her thickly. His blood was boiling, his heart like a jackhammer through his skin.
"I know you don't believe me and it's going to take time but let me prove myself to you." His mouth hovered over hers, his body rigid as he tried to slow things down. He knew instinctively that as soon as he moved, it would be all over. He wanted more time.
"I love you." He closed his mouth over hers, his tongue plunging. A groan escaped him when she simply lifted her legs to wrap around his waist. He moved then, the momentum building, building, building. Until finally they were thrust into the eye of a storm that battered them until they were clinging to each other.
The climax slammed into her until she could not breathe. Her hands lifted, wrapping around his neck, racing down his back, fingers making grooves in his skin. His own hands freed, he gripped her hair and angled her head so that he could take, take, and take.
