With a growl, he scooped her into his arms. His chest spanned most of her body, so she wrapped her arm around the back of his neck.
Hold on. Just hold on.
His swift stride made the fabric walls flutter. She bounced as he dropped her unceremoniously onto the mattress. He stared down, his expression enigmatic and slightly malevolent.
If he thought towering over her while naked, damp, and erect would frighten her into negating her demand, he was very much mistaken.
She’d heard his warnings.
She wanted him still.
He was breathtaking. A fiery bundle of contradictions. Large with long-limbed, sinewy, elegant strength. She wanted his weight. She wanted hiseverything.
She swung her knees over the side of the bed and sat up.
“Kiss me, Rayne.” She felt like she was forever asking.
He placed his fists on either side of her thighs. “Where?”
The answer seemed obvious.
And then it didn’t.
She pointed to a place just beneath her ear.
With a rough, carnal sigh, he bent as if to kiss her cheek, but, instead, his lips grazed the sensitive skin just beyond her jaw’s edge. He lingered, exuding hot, humid air. His breath scattered pebbles of sensitivity over her cheeks, her throat, and her shoulder.
She closed her eyes and rolled her neck to the side, offering him a wider expanse.
For once, he obliged.
His mouth traveled down, feathering wispy kisses as he explored—each point of contact sweeping sensation all the way to her womb.
Fullness that felt like fear pressured her lungs and weighted her breasts. He traced her collarbone to the hollow of her throat and flicked his tongue into the valley before suckling against the skin.
Too much.
Tears boated above her bottom lids.
Silly to fear.
No matter how much sensation he roused, she wasn’t going to burst.Death by administration of neck kisseswasn’t done. Impossible, in fact.Probably.She would have heard of such a thing. Then again, she’d never heard a man’s member called a cock before the other day, had she?
“Do youreallylike this dress?” His murmur tremored against her skin.
“The style, yes. The dress, not particularly. Why?”
He ripped the tie straight away and peeled back the linen, trapping her arms within her sleeves. No shift protected her from his gaze. No stays. No petticoats. Nothing at all between her and one large, lustful, furious man.
He asked for no further direction.
His mouth—hishands—meandered where they wished. He could span her waist by stretching out his fingers, and yet his touch made her feel vast—all mountains and valleys, every inch bountiful.
He dropped his lips down into the cleft between her breasts. His black hair brushed against her pale skin, soft and inviting.
Surely, she should be doing something while he explored, shouldn’t she?
Sitting idle couldn’t be correct. She couldn’t move her upper arms, but she had hands, didn’t she? She coiled her fingers and slid them into his dark, tempting waves.
