“Shh, darlin’.” He whispered against her cheek as he pressed a line of soft, lingering kisses back to her succulent little ear. “I’ll get you there. Don’t you worry. But let’s make this first time about the journey, not the destination. Is that okay with you?”
He lifted his head so he could see her eyes. Those ocean eyes that were dark with passion and sparkling up at him with such…trust.
She might not have faith in him when it came to forever. But when it came to this? It was all there on her face. Her words only confirmed it. “Everything you do is okay with me. Except when you stop kissing me or touching me.”
He chuckled, in love with her ever-mobile mouth. How it was usually laughing or smiling or skewering him with a witty quip. But he loved it best as it was right now. Wet and swollen from his kisses.
The soft glow of the afternoon sun slanted in through the closed slats of her shutters. As always happened in the Keys, that gilded orb had fought the rain and won. He was glad, because its light highlighted the hills and valleys of Chrissy’s delicious body—a landscape he intended to thoroughly explore before claiming it as his own.
“You are so incredibly gorgeous.” His words were reverent as he traced a finger over the elegant line of her jaw.
Her gaze searched his. “When you say it”—her voice was breathy—“I believe it.”
God love her.She has no idea.
She was a goddess, a water sprite, and ethereal creature possessing mile after mile of smooth skin. Her sun-kissed flesh was only disturbed by the little triangles around her breasts where her bikini tops protected her from the tropical sun. There was a matching triangle of pale skin over her pubic bone. It perfectly framed the neatly trimmed landing strip of dark blond hair that pointed the way to heaven.
Her nipples were cotton candy pink, crowning breasts that were full and firm. Then there was the perfect oval over her belly button. The neat tuck of her waist. The thrilling curve of her hips.
Christina Szarek was all woman. And he wanted all of her.
Starting now.
Claiming her mouth in a kiss that curled his own toes, he let his fingers explore all that glorious geography his eyes had been drinking in since the moment he removed her clothes. He started with her long neck, then worked his way to the line of her collarbone before slowly,slowlyrubbing his hand along the side of her warm breast.
She moaned in encouragement when he softly cupped her, luxuriating in the weight of her in his palm. Then she gasped when he passed the callused pad of his thumb over her tip, feeling his balls tighten up in direct response to the furl of her responsive little nipple.
Back and forth he flicked that darling, ruched bud until she was squirming and squeezing her thighs together around an ache he understood. He was aching too. But he refused to rush.
Instead, he continued to slowly,thoroughlyexplore her with his fingers. And if his moves seemed calculated, that’s because they were. He’d been planning this for a long time. Had gone over and over it in his mind. What he wanted to do to her.Howhe wanted to do it.
“I’ll tend to the bits under here”—he softly skated a finger around her sling, which kept her arm immobile across her midsection—“after you’re healed,” he whispered. Then he circled the hollow of her belly button with his fingertip.
She tilted her hips, inviting him to continue his journey south. He did, but at his own pace. And he wasleisurely.Tracing her hip bones, smoothing the sweet little curve of her belly, following the creases where her legs met her body.
By the time he smoothed that little landing strip of hair, her breaths were coming in shallow pants and her thighs were wide in invitation.
He couldn’t help himself. He had to look. Had to see the moment his fingers touched her most intimate flesh.
Pulling his mouth from hers, his breath strangled in his lungs when his fingertips parted her delicate folds.
Fuck me, he thought a little hysterically. She was everything he’d dreamed and more. So sweet and compact, the deeply blushing pinkness of her skin glistening with wetness. With readiness.
And it was all forhim.
A wave of possessiveness broke over him. He wanted to tattoo that pretty mound with his name. Brand her soft flesh with his signature. Put his mark on her most intimate parts so that no one could ever think to claim what was rightfully his.
“Touch me, Wolf.” Her voice sounded drugged. A quick look at her face showed her cheeks flushed prettily and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Touch me, rub me, put your fingers inside me and stroke me until I cum.”
“My pleasure.” He reclaimed her mouth in a sensual kiss at the same time he rubbed his finger over the swollen little nub of her clit.
She groaned, her hips arching off the mattress, seeking more, needing more.
He gave it to her, subtly increasing the pressure but not the rhythm. Drawing out her pleasure, winding her tighter and tighter, lifting her higher and higher. Knowing the moment he put his fingers inside her would be even more glorious if he first primed her pump. Got her intimate flesh absolutelybuzzingwith need.
She seemed to agree, because she moved in rhythm to his hand. But after a few moments of this exquisite torture, she ripped her mouth away. “Wolf! Stop teasing me!”
His voice was barely a rasp as he sank a finger into the soft, hot center of her arousal. “Is this what you want, darlin’?”
