He demanded a response—and she gave it. Meeting his thrusts with her own, twining and circling, desire coiling hot inside her with every stroke. Her entire body felt alive, sensitive and flush with excitement. A strange tickle of awareness gathered between her legs.
This was where she was meant to be. In his arms, snuggling against his warm, protective chest, kissing him…touching him.
She felt as if she’d been caught in a powerful current, carrying her into a sea of unknown delights. She couldn’t think about anything other than how amazing he made her feel. Her body throbbed with heat, every nerve ending on edge, anticipating, poised for something she didn’t understand, but knew with every fiber of her being that she wanted.
He’d only meant to kiss her. Just one kiss to seal their bond. But Duncan hadn’t expected the fierce kick of desire and passion that flared between them like a raging inferno.
The eagerness of her response nearly unmanned him. She had no idea what those little sounds of pleasure and the insistent wriggles of her body did to him. He struggled to find the reins of control as he found himself quickly descending in a dark tunnel of desire more powerful than anything he’d ever experienced.
Never had a kiss aroused him to such a state. Hell, never had making love aroused him to such a state.
He couldn’t get enough of her. The honey sweetness of her mouth, the delicate floral scent that lingered on her hair and skin, the lush softness of her body pressed against his. He wanted to eat her up. To taste every exquisite inch of her.
Sinking his fingers through her damp, silky hair, he brought her mouth more fully against his, devouring. His tongue thrust against hers, mimicking the primal rhythm of what he wanted to do to her. Of what was quickly becoming the only possible outcome.
They were moving quickly to the point of no return. If he didn’t stop soon, he wouldn’t be able to.
Playing with fire…
He would have wrenched away, but her hands slid over his shoulders, bringing him closer to her, exploring the muscles of his arms and back. Instinctively he flexed under her fingertips and her murmur of appreciation set off a flare of masculine pride he didn’t know he had. The knowledge that she was just as aroused by him as he was her roused primitive instinct in his body. The urge to possess—to make her his—surged hot and hard inside him.
Continuing her innocent exploration, her fingers trailed down the front of his shirt, between his ribs, over the ridge of muscles at his stomach, stopping perilously close to the sensitive head of his manhood. He hissed, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away before she could go any farther.
He was hard as a damned rock, his cock throbbing painfully—insistently—against his stomach. One sweet pump of her hand and he would go off like a keg of gunpowder.
He kissed her harder—deeper—just thinking about her tiny soft fingers wrapped around him. Lust pounded through him; his pulse racing out of control.
Needing her under him, he carefully leaned her back, cradling her in his arms to prevent her from lying on the cold rock. His mouth slid over her jaw, below her ear, down the long smooth column of her throat. The wild pounding of her heart urged him on like the frantic beat of a drum.
Touch her. Take her. Make her yours.The voice of temptation drowned out everything else.
He cupped her breast with his hands, groaning as the round lush flesh poured through his fingers. With only a wet nightraile between them, there was little to impede his exploration. Her breasts were every bit as incredible as he’d anticipated. High and firm yet soft and round. And generous—mouthwateringly generous—the nipples as tight and hard as two pink pearls. She moaned, arching her back instinctively into his palm.
Her responsiveness, her unfettered passion, just might be the death of him. What she lacked in experience was more than compensated by instinct and enthusiasm, her movements pure and unconscious. With Jeannie in his bed, he would never need—never want—another.
My wife.God, he couldn’t believe his good fortune.
His mouth found the hollow at her throat as his fingers closed around her breast. Scooping the soft flesh in his hand, he weighed its ripe fullness, squeezing gently and sliding the pad of his thumb over her very tight, very small—and, he suspected, very pink—nipple.
She gasped, her body stilled, waiting…nay, begging for his touch.
If he wasn’t just as eager as she was, he might be amused. But with Jeannie he felt none of the detached confidence that had characterized his previous sexual encounters. He was just as caught up in the sensory frenzy as she was.
But he was still in control.
He smoothed his thumb over her again and the shudder of surrender that wracked her body nearly undid him. He swelled even harder and had to grit his teeth against the urge to bring her hips to his, position himself between the sweet cleft of her legs, and sink into the warm, wet heat of oblivion.
He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, pinching it lightly as his mouth and tongue devoured the baby soft skin of her neck. She was so damned sweet, practically melting in his mouth. Her scent, her taste, enveloped him. It was Jeannie. Only Jeannie. She was all that mattered. All that he could think about.
The tie at the neck of her nightraile had come loose, and he kissed a path to the deep cleft between her breasts, burying his face and inhaling her warm feminine scent.
Her breath hitched in innocent anticipation. He slid his tongue beneath the fabric along the round curve of her breast, slowly licking up to the very tip.
She stilled, the soft rasp of her breath the only sound to break the silence of the night. He almost wished she would stop him. The thread of his control was quickly dissolving into nothing. But she’d given over to him completely, any maidenly shock overpowered by curiosity and an innate sensuality. He would stop, but first he would give her pleasure.
He flicked his tongue over the puckered skin of one delectable nipple before drawing it between his teeth with one tender suck.
The force of her moan hit him deep in his groin.
