Sometimes it scared him—the depth of feeling he had for this woman. He didn’t know what he would do if he ever lost her. If the world thought him a monster now, it had better pray that she outlived him.
He crawled onto the bed taking a place between Shea’s legs as he pressed his full body against hers, claiming her lips again for a deep kiss that held a fraction of his feelings. Breaking apart, he pressed a kiss to the side of her mouth, then her chin, her nose and both eyes. The feel of her lips tilting up in a smile softened that hard feeling in his stomach, the one that burned with conquest. She was his greatest challenge, a wild and untamed wind that defied every attempt to master it. He looked forward to the attempt despite the knowledge of his likely failure.
He kissed his way down her body, stopping to pay tribute to both breasts. He pulled one nipple deep into his mouth, biting down lightly as she made a sound in the back of her throat.
Fallon’s fingers circled the folds between her legs, brushing against her clit before sinking inside her. Her stomach stiffened and then loosened. He thrust his fingers in once and then again before withdrawing them to circle that small bud of nerves.
He kissed his way further down her body, pausing when she jerked or shivered to investigate all of her sensitive spots. It was a game he enjoyed, seeing how far he could tease her before she lost patience with him. He blew against her wet curls and smiled as she twisted and turned in his hold.
A glance up her body revealed her bare breasts and a blue-eyed glare that told him she was about at that point where she would try to take matters into her own hands. His eyes were filled with a dark challenge as he pressed a kiss to either side of the spot she most wanted his mouth.
Shea panted as Fallon took his sweet time exploring her body. Need quaked through her as he pressed another kiss against a spot below her belly button before nibbling at the skin beneath. The look in his eyes was intimate, almost more than she could bear, and full of knowledge of the torture he was inflicting on her.
Shea’s eyes flared and she grabbed a handful of hair, tightening her grip until it was just this side of painful. Firm, but not so tight that it would hurt him.
His chuckle was full of naughty things. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. He enjoyed it.
She arched as he speared two fingers into her. A mewl escaped her as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against her, his tongue stabbing at that bundle of nerves before he began to suck. She moaned, her legs tightening around his head, as desire spiraled inside her. Each wave pushing her closer and closer to the edge, drawing her nerves tighter and tighter. He flicked his fingers up, finding a spot inside that threw her over that edge.
She came with a long moan. The feeling almost too much, as she both wanted to press closer and move away, trying to escape as it threatened to burn her alive.
Finally, when he had wrung every drop of sensation, he rose above her, need and desperation on his face. He pulled her legs up and pressed her knees to her chest before fisting himself in one hand, pumping once then twice. Fallon guided himself inside her, filling her up until she was almost too full.
His gaze was too intimate like this. It made Shea feel like he saw inside her in a way nobody had before. Like he could reach out and touch her inner most self.
He began moving in her, each thrust sending need spiking through her. Her head fell back as it threatened to send her crashing back into the deeps. He grabbed her chin, pulling it down and meeting her eyes with his own. His hand was a searing brand against her skin. It slid down until it lightly circled her neck before coming to rest on her chest. He tweaked one of her nipples and added a twist to his thrust, reaching a new spot inside her.
She jerked, one hand pressing against his chest, her nails digging in just slightly.
He grunted as his thrusts picked up pace. He reached, down circling her clit.
“I’m close. Get there.” Fallon’s voice was rough with desire.
Breathy sounds escaped Shea as sensation quickened and the wave rolled back, bigger than before. Her skin pulled tight, as if the faintest brush of air against it would send her catapulting out of this world.
He thrust deep one last time with a long groan. The wave crested and she gave a strangled shriek as she slid down that deep tunnel of feeling with him.
Spent, he collapsed on top of her, his weight a welcome feeling as they came down from the high. Both panted with the intensity of the experience.
Shea brushed her fingers up and down Fallon’s back in a relaxing caress as she stared up at the ceiling of the tent.
He slipped out of her though he didn’t move from his position, just shifting slightly so his weight didn’t crush her. He turned his head to look at her from where he had buried it in the pillow. “What are you thinking?”
She threaded her fingers through his hair, letting the strands slide against her skin. “That as good as you are at that, it doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for sneaking out of camp when you left.”
His grin was slow in coming as she turned to face him. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”
“I’m serious. Once I’ve had a chance to sleep and recover from this escapade, we’re going to have a talk.”
He pressed a kiss against her nose. “Later.”
She made a small sound of assent. Yes. Later. When they weren’t in the postcoital glow. She wanted clothes and plenty of space between them when they had that talk so he couldn’t distract her.
He pushed up, holding his weight above her with just his arms. She looked down his body and smirked. He did look nice like that, all firm and hard—the ridges and planes of his chest and abs on display.
Noticing her glance, he tweaked a nipple as he shifted to the side. She slapped his hand away even as she giggled, a sound she only seemed to make around him when he brought out her playful side.
He drew her into his arms, wrapping her tight. With anyone else she would have felt constricted, but with him she’d never felt so safe or cherished. This was what she’d missed when he’d been gone. The weight of him, the warmth of his body in their bed and the wordless comfort a simple embrace could offer.
