"Kiara. No."
"You've been gone for almost a week." She slid a hand over his chest and started to unbutton his shirt. "I was shot at and was scared." One button and then another. "I needed you at that point. Needed to see you, touch you." His breathing increased when she got two more buttons undone.
Her words softened his resolve, the tension in his jaw easing as he placed his hand gently over hers, steadying her movements. The vulnerability in her eyes spoke volumes, and he found himself drawing her closer, the boundaries between them dissolving with each passing moment.
"I should... We should... Just wait" he clamped a hand on hers in desperation.
"Look." Sucking in a breath when she draped a bare thigh over his, he tried again. "Darling, the doctor said you should get some rest."
"I had plenty of rest." Inching her knee upwards, she slowly nudged at his sex and sent his blood pressure soaring. He knewwithout a doubt that he had lost the battle. His heart was drumming against his ribs, his body slowly heating.
"I need you. Now." Dragging her hand away from his, she pulled his zipper down. Reaching in, she found him hard, hot and throbbing.
Her eyes flew to his face as if wanting to see his reaction. His eyes went blank and blind, the blood draining from his head and leaving him feeling dizzy. She was circling a finger over the reddened tip that was already pooling with moisture.
Closing his eyes briefly, he took several breaths to steady the mad rush of desire that was already turning into a tsunami. When she climbed on top of him, he only had time to hold her steady as she straddled him, taking him in. He was still fully dressed, his shirt open all the way down.
"Baby, wait." He gritted his teeth when she rotated her hips, taking him even deeper inside her. His control broke. Whipping the nightgown over her head, he reared up, to capture a nipple. He did his best to slow things down, but it was not happening. He was hungry for her. He wanted the taste of her more than he wanted to breathe.
Her scent, the taste and texture simply drove him to insanity. He wanted to devour her, swallow her whole and start all over again.
Kiara felt as if she was being tossed from side to side by a particularly violent wave. Everything inside her turned to jelly. His mouth on her nipple and him buried deep inside her was too much. She couldn't stand it. Throwing back her head, she found her release.
Even though she was expecting the power, the force of it, it took her by surprise. Heat poured through her body like molten lava. Her body spasmed, fingers digging first through the thick denseness of his hair, before moving to his shoulders.
Releasing her nipple, he clamped a hand at the back of her neck and seized her lips. Sensations clamored through his body when she started to move. A voice whispered faintly into his subconscious that he should take it easy, she was pregnant and with the trauma she just experienced, he should try and slow things down. But his body had divorced itself from his mind and logical thinking went out the window.
Something snapped inside him, turning him into a wild animal, one that had lost control. This was his mate, his woman, the first one he had ever given his heart to. The only woman he would ever love. The one carrying his babies.
It staggered him, stole his breath and ravaged his control. His body jerked and surged upwards, the climax slamming into him with the force of a violent wave that left him stunned and shaken.
And when it was finished, he held her, lips still fused to hers as he swallowed her sobs, his eyes burning with tears.
Their breaths mingled in the silence that followed, the quiet punctuated only by the steady rhythm of their heartbeats. Wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of their bodies and the unspoken promises forged between them. For a long moment, neither spoke, content to simply exist within the shelter of the other.
He laid back against the pillows, bringing her with him, cradling her on his chest, his eyes fixed on the silky wallpaper. He could feel the beat of her heart, the press of nipples through his undershirt. He was still buried inside her, the moistness penetrating his flesh.
In this most intimate position, he wanted to keep her close to him and never let her go. His hands stroked her back and without words, they stayed that way for several minutes.
They both jolted at the knock on the door.
"It's Irene with our supper." He murmured. "She'll leave it outside if she doesn't hear from us."
"Hmm." She was too mellow and exhausted to even move or make conversation. "I don't think I can move."
His concern came immediately. "Did I hurt you?"
"If you're going to piss me off, I'm going to ask you to shut up."
"So. I guess the answer to that is no."
"I guess." She managed to lift her head to look at him, a frown touching her brow. "What is it?" The alarm in his voice had her rolling her eyes.
"You're still dressed." She observed.
His alarm dissolved in a grin. "I don't mean to flatter myself, but I think I will. You were that taken away you didn't notice that I'm fully clothed." He trailed a finger up her back and then down again, eyes smoldering. "I know I'm damn good at this, but still..." His grin widened at the sizzling look she sent him.
"Don't be cocky, it's not very attractive."
