He drew circles with his tongue on her inner thigh until her body relaxed again. Then he nuzzled, teased, and blew his breath over her dampness until she trembled.
Enough self-flagellation. He couldn’t wait any longer. “Look at me, Tina,” he ordered, forcing her gaze to his. “I want you to watch me as I taste you.”
She made an anxious sound, well past the point of protest. Her body was trembling for him. Holding her gaze, he swept her with his tongue—the lightest, most feathery touch. She bucked at the contact, but he cupped her bottom and held her firm. “You taste so good, my sweet.” He licked her again. Harder this time, letting her feel the full stroke of his tongue. “Like the most delectable cream. And I’m going to lap you all up.”
Christina felt as though she’d died and gone to wanton heaven. He’d driven her half crazed with his kisses on her body, but when she’d looked down to see his golden head between her legs and realized what he intended …
Her pulse had leapt with erotic anticipation—with wonder that he would want to kiss her in the most intimate of places. Every muscle froze. Waiting. Sensing that she was about to experience something new and wonderful.
She had no idea.
The jolt of pleasure at the first sweep of his tongue made her jump. The second made her shudder.
Oh God.
She cried out his name over and over, unable to contain the force of the powerful sensations wrought by his wicked kiss.
He licked her again, stroking her with his tongue. Circling, delving inside with long, loving strokes until she thought she would die from pleasure.
It was incredible. All she could think about was his mouth and tongue, and the sensuous thing he was doing to her.
The pulse between her legs quickened. She moved her hips against his mouth, wanting more pressure, more friction.
And he gave it to her. He lifted her to him and pressed his wickedly talented mouth more fully against her. She could feel the abrasive scratch of his jaw as he feasted on her with his ravenous kiss and tongue. It was too much.
The spasms took hold, and she started to break apart in white-hot shards of blistering ecstasy. But he didn’t let her go, holding her to him, taking her pleasure deep into his mouth.
Her body was still rippling when he released her. He held her half-lidded gaze to his as he moved over her, cradled her against him, and slowly pushed into her, her still sensitive flesh achingly aware of every thick inch.
When he was fully inside her, he didn’t move, but just held her to him—more tenderly then he’d ever done before—tucking her into the broad shield of his chest as if just the contact was enough.
It was.
She melted against him, savoring the sensation of all those hard muscles surrounding her and of his fullness inside her.
And of his heart beating against hers.
Emotion tightened her chest. It was the most poignant moment of her life. She hadn’t known she could ever feel this close to anyone.
They stayed like that for a long time, staring into each other’s eyes, silent except for the heavy pounding of their hearts beating together.
Then he began to move. Slowly. Not letting go of her gaze, holding her with an intensity that made her heart tug hard against her ribs.
He thrust with long, languid strokes. As if they had all the time in the world. As if theywerethe world. He sank in and out, holding himself at the deepest point and startling a gasp from her lips when he pushed even deeper.
Slowly, he began to quicken the pace. Thrusting a little harder. Sinking a little deeper. Skin to skin, their bodies slid together in perfect rhythm.
She felt the sensations building again. Different this time. Not so frantic, but more intense and powerful, claiming not just the place between her legs, but her entire being.
She could see his face tighten. His jaw clench. The muscles in his shoulders bunch. His skin was hot; a band of sweat had gathered on his brow.
Their bodies rocked. He circled his hips, pumping faster. Grinding against her until her breath quickened. Until her heart raced. Until the pulse between her legs grew frantic and tight.
Still he held her gaze, his crystal-clear blue eyes fierce with an emotion she’d never seen before. Not lust, but something deeper—more meaningful. She dared not hope.
“Come with me, Tina,” he said savagely.
God, she was. Her breath hitched, her back arched, and she started to break apart. Not in a violent explosion, but in a slow shattering that started from deep inside and radiated out in a shimmering wave of sensation.
