Suddenly, she pulled away. “Off.” She turned her back to him.
He stilled. “Juliet?”
She bent over and lifted her skirts until they were over her head.
He grinned as understanding dawned, and he helped lift the dress from her.
She faced him in her boots, stockings, shift, and stays. That last item pulled in the folds of linen outlining her small waist and raising her breasts, as their taut peaks strained against the material. A soft smiled played about her lips. “You too.”
Not willing to let her change her mind, he quickly unbuttoned his soaked trousers and struggled to push them down to the floor to step out of them. As he looked up, he found Juliet had backed away to watch him. He swallowed hard at the memory of making love to her in his dreams on the kitchen table just behind her.
Her gaze was fixed upon his erection, her teeth worrying her lips. But then she looked at him and smiled warmly. “Yes, I want you.”
At her belated answer, all doubts slipped away.
As if she were as anxious as him, she bent her head and began to unlace her stays.
Naked, he stepped forward. “Allow me.” His voice had deepened with his desire, and she snapped her head up.
Without a word, she lifted her hands and held them out to the sides.
Swallowing a moan, he accepted her invitation and slowly pulled the lacing from each eyelet, his large fingers purposefully brushing her breasts with every pull. As the stays fell, he moved the chair away from the table with his foot, then grasped her about the waist.
She grabbed his shoulders as he lifted her to a sitting position on the table. Once seated, her hands began to roam over his shoulders, down his chest, over his stomach until without hesitation, she grasped him.
He locked his hand over hers, and she looked at him through her lashes. “I want to know you. Don’t you wish to know me?”
It wasn’t her words so much as her tone of voice that had his sac tightening. Her boldness pleased him, but also made it difficult to proceed slowly. “Then we will need to rid you of this.” He tugged the neckline of her shift with his free hand.
Immediately, she let him go and pulled the cloth out from under her backside, then held her arms aloft and simply stared at him.
He chuckled before lifting the linen over her head to reveal her natural beauty. His mouth went dry at the sight. She was petite, yet rounded in the right places and the dark hair between her legs beckoned him like a bee to a flower. A full-bloom flower.
A flash of lightning filled the room at the same time a loud crack sounded above them. Juliet jumped, grabbing onto him. He thought her afraid, but as her gaze met his, he could see it wasn’t fear in her eyes, but excitement.
A stab of need shot through him, and he stepped between her legs to take her mouth with his own.
Thunder rumbled, and she moaned as their tongues tangled, pressing herself against him.
He buried his hands in her hair, bending her backward as he left her mouth to kiss her breasts. Teasing the taut peaks, he gave each equal attention, loving the taste of her.
Another flash of lightning lit the room for what seemed like minutes only to be followed by a loud crash of thunder that vibrated the little house. The wildness of nature outside stoked Juliet’s fervor.
Her hand grabbed him and squeezed, even as she rubbed her thumb along him. It was too much. The storm, the dreams, the woman he loved, conspired against him savoring the moment. He removed her hand and held it over her head on the table. Catching her other, he raised it and held both within one of his.
Now with her somewhat controlled, he took advantage to touch her as she had him. With his free hand, he explored the folds between her legs, his erection hardening at her moist readiness. She remained deceptively still until he touched the one spot he knew would please her most.
Small whimpers issued from her as he pleasured her, wanting her to be near the brink as his own control slowly slipped.
Positioning himself at her entrance, he tried to wait. But when another flash and thunder clap filled the room, he slid inside to his hilt.
*
Juliet gasped withpleasure as Noah entered her, filling her in every way, more than she’d ever been. Pinned to the table by his hand and his shaft, she revealed in the excitement skipping through her like the lightning flashes outside.
His damp, dark hair hung loose about his face as he remained motionless, eyes closed, one hand pressed lightly on her abdomen. In the muted light, he became her dream, yet he was her reality, a flesh and blood man. His eyes slowly opened and he stared into hers as he pulled away before filling her onceagain. His nostrils flared and his hand ran over her stomach, then upward to catch her breast.
Lightening flashed and thunder rumbled, echoing how her body felt at his entrance and she wrapped her legs around him. But as he pulled away again, the feel of him inside her had her eyes closing as every nerve searched for the release she knew he could give her.
