Chapter Ten
The minute hismouth found hers, she knew she wanted this man with a need that was staggering.The bedroom was too far away.Desperately, her fingers found the buttons on his shirt, and she pulled and tugged, her only thought that she wanted to touch him, wanted to find out whether her dreams did justice to reality.
With an oath, he lifted his head and dragged his shirt over his head, his eyes molten chocolate.
“Last chance,” he warned, his eyes glittering.
But his voice was far away.Her eyes had zoomed in on his six-pack, and her hands slid adoringly over the hard contours before her sluggish brain cells could work.Her fingers stroked and caressed every muscle until his skin quivered beneath her touch.His heart tripped under her hand, and she lifted her gaze to his.
His eyes were half closed, his nostrils flaring, the proof of his desire throbbing against her stomach, and she was lost.She snaked her arms around his neck, and brought his head down and had just one thought—she wanted to become part of this man so badly, it was burning her up.
*
Somewhere a voicewas calling out, telling him to take it slowly, but his body was functioning on instinct, ignoring any rational reasoning.Because with Dana in his arms, the logical workings of his brain simply ceased to function.
Her upper body was firmly pressed against his.His fingers sought and found the clasp behind her back.Finally, he could unhook the sexy pink satin and lace number and remove it.His hands found her lushness, and his knees buckled.
“The bed…” He breathed in between kisses.
“Too far away,” Dana whispered and smiled.
He had a moment to gape at her before his heated blood rushed through his body, making it impossible to speak.
His head bent down and he slipped his tongue around a rock-hard nipple She cried out his name.The sound echoed through him, egging him on, heating his blood.
Her hands fumbled with his belt, and swearing with frustration, he dragged his mouth away from her.He put her down and without taking his eyes off of her, got rid of his jeans.She lowered her eyes, watching his every movement.
When her eyes widened, he barked out a laugh.
“Like what you see?”he teased, and pulled down the zipper on her jeans.
Her eyes were nearly black with desire.He dropped down, yanking her jeans all the way down.All she was left wearing was a tiny scrap of pink satin.He had difficulty breathing, difficulty remembering who the hell he was.
With lust raging through him, it was impossible to give a name to the other feelings that were hurtling through him.But he wanted, he craved, he desired, he needed.Her.Just her.
He closed his hands around her ankles, moved up over silken skin, reveled in softness, felt heat under his fingertips until they reached the place his whole being was focused on.
Her scent lured him closer while he got rid of the last piece of clothing.His hands slid up.She was wet and ready for him.
*
Dana had lostall ability to speak a while ago.
Sensation after sensation racked her body.When David’s fingers found her, her legs gave way beneath her, and she fell forward into his arms.
“I wasn’t finished.”He smiled, and his fingers went right back to where they were.
Her breath hitched in her throat, and she pulled his head down.His kiss was wet, greedy, demanding.And she gave willingly, passionately, putting everything he was making her feel into the kiss.
A vortex picked her up and swept her along.She kept spinning and spinning, moving closer and closer to an edge she’d never been on before until, finally, she let go and went over the abyss—falling and falling and falling.
*
In awe, Davidlooked down at her.Her eyes opened, still glazed with desire.
“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” he whispered and raised himself over her.
Her hands landed on his arms.“I want to touch you,” she whispered, moving her hands downward.
