"Rodney." She breathed his name, her voice strangled.
"I intend to take my time." His voice was rough, his thumbs caressing the raised flesh. "I want you to scream out my name before I'm finished. I want you to want me the way I want you."
"I do."
"Not yet. But soon." Bending his head, he brushed his lips over her pebble-like flesh. When she could not bear it anymore, he took the nipple into his mouth and started suckling. Slow at first and then with increased urgency, like a man who had been starving for days, months.
Her body arched, fingers digging into his hair, his shoulders, biting into his back. He wanted to devour her. Having her once would never be enough for him.
He treated the other nipple with the same voracious appetite and had her calling out his name. It wasn't enough. He wanted her incoherent and panting for him. He wanted to imprint himself on her body so that she recognized only him. Just him.
He wanted to possess her for life. It stunned him to realize how much she had become the center of his life in such a short space of time, and it scared him to death.
He slowly took off the rest of her clothes and his before taking back his position. Melanie felt as if she was vibrating. Her body was so hot, her longing so much, she could not stand it. Turning to him, she curled her fingers on his chest, her eyes pleading.
"Now."
"Soon." He whispered back. "Very soon, baby." He nuzzled her neck, to give his body time to slow down from the raging inferno that was going on inside him. Trailing a hand down her back, he nibbled the hollow of her throat.
And then went back to her breasts. Her nipples fascinated him, drew his mouth to the tight buds that were already moist from his lavish attention.
One hand snaked between her thighs, nudging them open. When he brushed a hand over the silky hairs covering the flesh, she arched. Wanting to see her reaction, he lifted his head and watched with fevered eyes as her own eyes popped wide open when he slid a finger into the wet tightness of her flesh.
Her scream sounded around the room as she erupted against him, the climax slamming into her like a tidal wave. Her body quivered, collapsing against him in absolute surrender. But he was not done.
"Take more." He ordered harshly. Seeing her complete surrender did something to him that he could never put into words. Sliding another finger in, he brought her up again, until she was exploding. With a feral growl, he captured her cries, his lips bruising hers.
Ending the kiss, he trailed his lips down her neck and the valley between her breasts. When he kissed her stomach, she jumped, her fingers clutching at his hair.
"I can't." She cried brokenly, attempting to force him to stop.
Evading her, he made his way down, kissing the curls between her thighs and destroying her with his tongue. She came again, tears coursing down her cheeks as the storm broke and consumed her.
Only then was he satisfied. Bursting with need, he covered her body with his, driving into her in one long powerful stroke and staying still for a minute. He had completely forgotten about protection, wanting to feel just her.
He moved, eyes holding hers, hands gripping hers. Lowering his head, he kissed away the moisture from her face, until he took her lips in a gentle kiss that had her clinging to him.
When she came again, he joined her, his body driving into her, filling her and emptying. His heart pounded like a jackhammer, skin coated with sweat as he emptied himself inside her.
It took him several minutes to gather the strength to ease away, and even then he did not let go of her but held her against him.
She curled into him as she fought to get her breath.
For a few minutes they did not say anything and the only sound inside the room was the crackling of firewood and the heavy sound of their breathing.
"Some siesta." Her husky voice breaking the silence made him laugh.
"The best." Shifting slightly, he studied her face and brushed the wisps of hair from her damp forehead. "Tired?"
"Hmm. A little."
"We should get some sleep."
"That's a good idea."
Within minutes, he heard her even breathing and realized she was doing just that. Shifting carefully so as not to wake her, he pleasured himself by studying her in repose. She was stunning. Her complexion was a flawless caramel with just a hint of a mole next to her left eye.
She had long lashes, he had noticed it from the very first day. Her hair was tangled by his fingers and spread over his arm. Her mouth, he drew in a deep quiet breath and let it out slowly. Her mouth was incredible. He could spend all day exploring the shape of it.
