Her legs buckled, but he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Before she could catch her breath, he removed the fabric from between her legs, and pulled back to gaze down at her, gloriously and beautifully naked beneath the light and warmth of the afternoon sun. He couldn’t get his lungs to inhale again. She took his breath away, and he didn’t care if he ever caught it again. Running his trembling hands along the smooth, skin of her shapely calf, her eyes widened and glowed. He pulled his hungry gaze from hers and rested it on the soft pink, moist treasure between her thighs, and growled. She looked good enough to eat, and by God, he would eat his fill.
Licking his lips in anticipation, he looked up when she gasped. Her eyes were wide with uncertainty and burning curiosity.
“What are you doing?” Her voice was thick and barely audible over the roaring in his ears.
“I have wanted to taste you since the moment I peeked behind the mist veil in my dreams and saw you dancing for me. Only for me. I needed to see you, all of you. Touch every inch of you. Taste every drop of your sweetest, most succulent honey.” As he spoke the last words, he ran the dark-gold bristles ofhis jaw over the hypersensitive skin of her inner thigh and she shuddered. He smiled. Moving higher, then easing back toward her knee, teasing, and drawing out her moans.
“Oh, God, Logan. I don’t know.” Something bothered her, causing her to withdraw from the pleasure of the moment. She trembled, and her breaths came in ragged pulls. Her uncertainty darkened into a shadow of fear.
Fear of the unknown.
So, she’d never had a man with his hungry mouth between her legs?
Oh, this will be very satisfying. For us both.
“Haven, as sensual woman as you, and you’ve never been properly...devoured by a lover?” he growled. “What an utter shame—but I am honored to be the first...and last.”
His seeking tongue took the place of his chin, and Haven nearly flew off the bed. “Logan!” His tongue slid to the juncture of her thigh and hipbone, and she moaned.
Logan’s hands shook to touch her hot core, but he knew he’d let them, and his tongue, get their fill. Pulling her trembling body to the edge of the bed, he deliberately placed her long, shapely legs over his shoulders, effectively putting her dripping-wet cunt right where he wanted it. Her moans of anticipation composed an aria of the world’s sweetest music. The scent of her, fully aroused and ready for him, was a lit flame to his loaded stick of dynamite. He nearly came at the smell of her. He pulled back to get the best view of her panting sex. He moaned. She’d trimmed her dark, glistening curls into a sexy pout right above her clitoris.
Dear, Lord, how will she taste?
More than ravenous, he flicked the tip of his tongue over one engorged lip, and then the other. If he thought her moans erotic before, now they were maddening. Every muscle in her body tensed with anticipation and pleasure. Pleasure he gave her.
Wait, there’s more to come, my love....
With the fingers of his left hand, he teased her inner lips, rubbing along each as if each slick fold were the rim of a crystal brandy glass. Her incoherent mumbles of appreciation met his ears, and he grinned, happy to give her more of what she wanted. Finding her entrance with the tips of his fingers, he slowly inserted a seeking digit, went as far as it could go, and slowly pulled out. Her weeping grumblings told him she wanted more. Hooking his finger, he dragged it along the inside of her tight passage. She cried out, cupping the fullness of her own breasts in a desperate need for more pleasure. Inserting a second finger, he brought his face against her luscious lips, determined to bring her to completion. Flattening his tongue, he used the widened plane to caress her heated cunt from bottom to top, not allowing a centimeter of dewy flesh to go unattended. His tongue finally found the hidden knob of exquisite pleasure hidden within her folds, and he sucked gently, bringing it into his hot, welcoming mouth. As he tugged, suckling greedily, her thighs clamped tight to his head, begging for more—more contact, more licking, more sucking, and more pleasure. She grasped handfuls of his hair, and her hips thrust upward grinding her delicious honey pot into his eager mouth.
“Ah, Haven, you taste of passion and wickedness.” Licking fervently, unable to get enough of her into him, he crowed, “You taste so damned good. I could feast on you forever.”
Breathless, she mewled, “I don’t think I can take anymore...plea-please, I can’t, I can’t—” She exploded beneath the adoring attention of his tongue, her flavors mingling in his mouth as he continued to suck at her pussy until her hands shot out, pulling his head firmly toward her. Having taken his fill, he did as she demanded. She was shaking, her heart pounding, her breaths coming in quickened gasps.
He met her gaze, and stilled, sucking in a shuddering breath. Her startling, sensual beauty awed him. A goddess in the flesh, come down from the heavens to bestow his greatest desires upon him. Her jade eyes glowed with fire, her skin flushed a deep pink, and her raven hair spread out in erotic disarray.
She was sex fashioned into supple skin and dainty bone—and she was voracious. Most women would be tired, replete and sated, but this woman—hiswoman—would not be appeased so easily. No. She would have all of him.
Somewhere between the foot of the bed and her ardent embrace, he’d removed his trousers and smallclothes. The hardness of his thigh met the softness of hers, and his cock reacted by hardening with the overwhelming need to be closer. Over her. Inside of her.
Hauling her, none too gently, into his arms, he pulled her hot, languid body to the top of the bed where he devoured her mouth, his tongue replaying its earlier movements, working fervently to stoke her fiery passion to near combustion. She twined her arms around his head, and he nibbled along her neck, beneath her ears, along her jaw, and back to her succulent mouth. She threw her head back to suck in gulps of air, and her arms loosened allowing him to pull her generous breast into his mouth. Sucking deeply, he could feel her trembling, her breaths quick, and hear her moans, hoarse and loud.
“Logan. Please, please, Logan!”
He couldn’t bear her throaty cries. Urgency sluiced through his body, heat rushed through his blood, and his head pounded with the need to get inside her.
Pushing her thighs wide, he gripped his length and led the moistened tip to her hot, wet entrance. He slid into her, their bodies joining in the most intimate of embraces.
The world stopped turning.
Nothing on earth could compare to how good, how right, how complete he felt. It awed him.
It scared the hell out of him.
She cried out at his entry. His muscles spasmed, her head thrashing back and forth, her face and neck glistening in sweat. He’d done this to her. He’d brought her to this pinnacle of pleasure and bliss. And she brought him more pleasure than he’d thought possible.
He fit into her tight passage perfectly.
Slowly filling her with his thick cock, he growled, “So…tight. So…perfect.”
