When he kissed herthere, pressing his warm, firm lips to the most intimate part of her, she cried out in shock and pleasure so acute it set every nerve-ending on edge. Or rather, turned every nerve-ending inside out. She was a ball of raw, inside-out nerve-endings. Hot, sensitive, and poised for his touch.
He teased her with gentle flicks of his tongue and soft kisses until she couldn’t stand it anymore. She started to lift her hips against him, wanting more pressure.
“Do you like it, love?”
Like it? Good heavens, she’d never imagined liking anything quite so much. She hoped he wasn’t expecting her to speak; all she could manage was a breathy gasp.
She forgot to be embarrassed and didn’t offer a single protest when he settled himself firmly between her legs, looped her legs over his shoulder, and cupped her bottom to lift her more fully to his wicked, wonderful mouth.
The first loving stroke of his tongue sent every one of those inside-out nerve-endings to tingling. But it was the pressure of his mouth and the grate of his stubbled jaw against the tender skin between her thighs that made her lose all shame.
She started to shake. Started to arch her back and lift her hips harder and harder against his lips and tongue. She told him not to stop. She begged him to make it stop. Faster. Deeper. Harder.
Oh God, yes…yes!A rush of heat surged from between her legs to the warm suction of his mouth. He held her there, drinking her in, as she catapulted into a different realm, as her body came apart in wave after wave of hot, undulating pleasure.
Through the mindless haze, she heard him swear. “I can’t wait any longer…have to be inside you…sorry.”
His voice sounded almost strangled.
Why was he apologizing?
It didn’t take her long to find out.
Twenty-one
Ewen had reached the end of his restraint. Whatever control he thought he had vanished in the wake of her release. He’d wanted to drive her crazy and make her ready for him; he just hadn’t anticipated what it would do to him.
It was the most erotic experience of his life. He’d never tasted a woman so fully before. Never had his mouth on her as she broke apart. Never felt so connected as the spasms of pleasure reverberated through her body. She gave herself so freely and completely.
He couldn’t wait another minute.
Mumbling some kind of apology, he levered his body over hers. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed hard in anticipation as he fought to hold himself steady. To go slow.
Her eyes lifted to his. He felt a click. It was as if something shifted in his chest and locked into place.
Her eyes flickered down and widened. He followed the line of her gaze and saw what she did: a very intimidating-sized erection. He wanted to give her some kind of reassurance, to tell her it was going to be okay, but truth be told, even if he could manage to grunt a few words right now, he wasn’t sure how much this was going to hurt. Even soft and wet from her release, she was still small and tight, and he was big and hard.Verybig and very hard.
Just thinking about it made him pulse. He fought the urge to throw his head back and surge inside.
But it was a battle he lost. His cock was too hard, her slick, warm entrance too inviting, and whatever control he’d had fled the moment he rubbed his sensitive head against her silky dampness. Holding her gaze, he started to press inside, inch by inch, but the intimacy was too intense, the emotions too powerful. It was too much. The gentle nudge became a quick plunge as he possessed her fully, binding her to him in a way that could not be undone.
He let out a groan of pure, primitive satisfaction, overwhelmed by a sensation of relief and something else. The only way to describe it was utter rightness. As if he was where he belonged. As if he’d found his destiny.
Her soft cry of pain broke through some of his haze. But it was too late. Too late for recriminations. Too late to change his mind. Too late to take it back—he’d gone too far, he couldn’t pull back now even if he wanted to. She was his.
At least for the moment.
He clenched his teeth, holding himself stone still, wanting to give her time to adjust to the feel of him. But it felt too good. She was tight and hot, gripping him like a damned glove, and every instinct in his body screamed to move.
He stole a glance down at her, surprised to see her eyes not squeezed shut, but looking at him with the emotion that she’d forced him to acknowledge.
Love. His chest squeezed. A wave of tenderness crashed over him. He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss. “I’m sorry.”
She smiled. “For what?”
For so many things. “I hurt you.”
“It isn’t so bad…now.”
