Shuddering with excitement at the promise of things to come, she made up her mind.
From recent experience, bringing up the subject of his mother was as effective as a cold shower at ending their hotinterludes. Anything she had to say could wait. At present, there were better things to use her mouth for.
Finally giving in to the literal heat of the moment and throwing her plans to the stiff wind, she drew her arms around his neck, and let him pull her tight against his naked chest. He deepened their kiss, and she swore he couldn’t possibly deepen the eroticism any further.
He immediately proved her wrong.
Using one strong, capable hand, he pulled the pins from her hair, loosening the strands from their Georgian noose, allowing them to slide over the skin of her neck. Groaning at the relief and the unexpected pleasure of her hair against her rapidly warming skin, she pulled her mouth from his, and threw her head back. With such a blatant invitation to explore, he set to work raising goosebumps along her collarbone. The appreciative moans escaping her throat sounded desperate, but she didn’t care. It felt so damn good.
He was too good at this.
So good….
He must have felt her give in to the pleasure because the moment she decided to postpone all talk of his mother, his arms tightened, and his kiss slowed. What was a kiss of enticement was now a kiss of seduction. He had her full attention, and milked every single piece of bliss from her.
She pulled her arms from his neck. Finally allowing her twitching fingers access to his hair, she ran them across his nape, glorying in the silkiness of his golden mane and the scents of man wafting across her face. When that no longer appeased her curiosity, she ran her touch over his shoulders, his collar bone, and into the hairs on his chest.
Unable to do anything but respond to the pleasure, she stood there, enveloped in his embrace, trembling in anticipation, eager to remove the layers of clothing and touch her skin tohis. Wondering what it would be like to scrape her pert nipples across the crisp hairs under her fingers, she moaned.
It would be incredible.
Chapter Fifty
Haven’s moan broke through the erotic haze muffling his ears, and he knew she was primed for more. The promise he’d made the night before was already as good as broken; he just hadn’t thrown the broken pieces into the air yet. Picturing the torn parchment flitting away on a strong breeze, he gazed down at the face of a woman who stole his breath, and fought the urge to claim her. They’d had sex before, but something about this time was different.Shewas different. Their first coupling, she’d been awkward, a little stiff, and unsure of her own allure. Under the moonlight in the haunting grove, she had more control, and was more aware of her allure and ability to draw him in. Despite her passionate and sensual dance around the Romany fire, she’d still held something back during their tryst.
But this time she was all fire, pure passion, sex in the flesh, every fantasy brought to life. Her mouth was hot and demanding, and her body was like poured liquid fire within the circle of his arms. The heat roiling from her rivaled a forge kiln, fed by hunger, and capable of incinerating anyone who got too close.
I can’t get close enough....
Dragging his mouth from hers, he set about undoing the buttons of her gown. As a grown man with a healthy libido, he had confidence in his ability to remove her gown quickly.
When the cloth hit the floor, he was rewarded by the sight of her erect nipples peeking through the barely-there fabric of her “bra.” Dear Lord, she had the most beautiful breasts; perfectly round, large enough to fill his hands, and just the right amount of bounce to give his heart a fit when she moved.
“God, Haven, you’re a pleasure to look upon.” The growl in his voice was deep and lust borne.
Leveling her gaze, she smiled. “Wait till I’m naked.”
Driven to madness by his need to see her bare before him in the daylight, he pulled at the lacy cups.
The top of each creamy breast came into view, making him hiss. A slow, pink blush settled over the heavy globes, and his mouth watered, his breath quickening.
He pulled down the fabric of her bra with little resistance, and let it bunch around the fullness of her hips.
He gasped and a pang collided with his chest.
Finally.
Finally he could take the time to look upon the objects of his focus. Now in the privacy of his room, he could take his fill, staring at where the olive cream of her breasts darkened to a burnished pink at her areola.
He bent and kissed the luscious swell of each breast, lingering over them, his lips feather light and hot. Her moans of pleasure at his slight touch fed his hunger. Delicious tingles fluttered over him. She was decadent, a sinful treat crafted from sensual flesh, erotic fantasies, and the soul-searing fires of lust. She was incendiary. Every breath, every sound, every tremble caught fire, burning him with its intensity. He couldn’t get enough of her breasts, their perfect weight, sublime size and shape, and the warming blush of her obvious pleasure.
Pulling back to take in the full, lovely view, he groaned. Her nipples were dark-pink lover’s kisses bestowed on the savory skin of her magnificent breasts.
Logan took a deep rose peak between his lips and suckled.
Her explosion of breath told him he’d done the right thing. She writhed beneath his mouth, groaning as her head thrashed mindlessly from side to side.
God, he loved her passion, her hunger, her brilliant, vibrant desire. All of this fire, blistering and devastating in its ferocity, fanned out, greedy, seeking fuel. His body was the kindling, the combustible tinder on which her fire fed. If she continued to burn, he’d be consumed.
