He kissed her again, sliding his tongue in her mouth and circling until she strained against him. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her slick heat, feeling the unwelcome blast of cold air.
“But—”
He pressed his fingers against her lips. “Trust me.”
He stood beside the bed and slid her toward him so that her buttocks rested just at the edge of the mattress—at the perfect height.
He throbbed in anticipation, anxious to get back inside that wet heat.
Holding her gaze, he scooped her legs up under her knees and held them on either side of his hips, running his hands along the warm, velvety skin of her thighs. Her legs were beautiful—long, slim, and creamy white. He couldn’t wait to have them wrapped around his waist.
Slowly, he positioned the head of his cock at her opening. She was so moist and soft and pink . . . and waiting for him. He nuzzled the sensitive round head against her, and she moaned.
Her hips lifted just the sweetest amount. But he wanted her dripping. He dampened his finger in his mouth, then dragged it along her cleft. She jumped from the heat. He smiled devilishly. His pleasure could wait.
He bent over her, kissing the tiny pink nipples that strained to the ceiling, and then dragged his tongue down the soft ivory plane of her belly.
He heard her breath hitch and resisted a chuckle.
His mouth dipped lower, to the tender skin of her thighs. She tasted like honey, and he wanted to taste every delicious inch of her.
“What are you . . .?”
“Trust me,” he whispered, his voice husky with lust. He blew against her, and she trembled. He inhaled her delicate feminine scent, the most powerful aphrodisiac, and blood rushed to the head of his cock. He pulsed hard, feeling as if he could come right there. He nuzzled his mouth at the top innermost portion of her thigh and felt her stiffen with anticipation.
Dripping, he vowed.
He moved his mouth above her and caught her half-lidded gaze, holding it as he placed a tender kiss at her very core.
Her hips bucked and she cried out. He slid his hands under the soft curves of her buttocks, lifted her to his mouth, and tasted her fully. A long, drawn-out kiss of pure pleasure. He circled her with his tongue and probed inside, licking and sucking, until she was deliciously wet and hot. Until she pulsed.
She writhed on the bed, circling her hips against his mouth, and he pushed her harder, driving her closer and closer to the edge as his tongue flicked at her most sensitive spot. He knew she was close. He broke the intimate kiss, stood up, lifted her legs again, and sank into her. Watching his cock sink inch by glorious inch into her body.
When he was all the way inside and their bodies joined, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, savoring the sharp intensity of sensations ripping through his body.
He felt electrified, more complete than he’d ever felt in his life. This was heaven. This was what it felt like when a man met his mate, the woman he was meant to be with.
She lifted her hips, demanding more, and he let go. Plunging in and out, driving deeper with every stroke, his entire body tight and fraught with need. He loved the feeling of being inside her, of filling her, of making her his.
She clutched him with her feminine muscles, milking him with her body, and he lost all hold. Never had he felt like this. Consumed. Out of control. Wild with passion. Completely free.
His hips pounded with the primal rhythm, and she met him stroke for stroke, her beautiful lush breasts bouncing with each drive. He wanted to take them in his hands and squeeze, to flick his tongue over the pink tips and watch her skin prickle with passion.
But he couldn’t think. He was on fire. Every inch of his body focused on holding on until . . . He heard her moan. Heard the soft cries of pleasure as she reached her peak, and finally he let go, exploding deep inside her with a guttural cry that tore from his very core.
He held her against him until the last shudder, the last drop of pleasure, left his body. When it was over, all he could do was drop down on the bed beside her, pull her under his arm, and wait for his breath to steady enough to say something.
But what was there to say? What else was there to be said between them? Words seemed insufficient and trite after such a cataclysmic experience. He loved her with every bone in his body and every fiber of his being. Till his dying day.
He couldn’t give her back her family, but he would do whatever it took to make her happy. And maybe one day he would be enough. He vowed nothing would ever tear them apart again.
Perhaps it was the injury or perhaps the result of their lovemaking, but even though it was only the afternoon, when Jamie closed his eyes, he slept.
Chapter 16
“But surely it is too soon?” Caitrina tugged the coverlet up over her breasts and stared at her husband, unable to keep the anxiety from her voice.
He deflected her question with an easy grin. Her heart tugged as it always did; his smiles seemed to come so freely now.
