She raised a shaky finger and pressed it to his lips, a silent demand for him to cease talking.
“Love me, Ridge. Here, right now.”
As if anything could prevent him.
He cupped her jaw tenderly in his palm and kissed her, slowly, exploring her mouth with his.
“I want to see you,” he whispered.
He helped her pull her shirt over her head, and he sucked in his breath as the moonlight glistened off the peaks of her breasts. He cupped one in his hand, liking the weight. He thumbed a soft nipple, and she moaned.
He pulled away and stood to divest himself of his shirt then he reached down for his pants. India reclined and shimmied her pants off, and he was struck by the notion that it wasn’t terribly romantic to have a woman undress herself.
Soon her limbs were exposed, the curve of her hips and the cradle of curls at the juncture of her legs.
He didn’t think it was possible for him to grow harder than he already was.
India leaned on an elbow and watched as he pulled his pants the remaining way down his legs and kicked them away. Her eyes widened when his manhood sprang free of its encumbrance, and he grinned.
He wanted to please her as much as she pleased him, and judging by the expression on her face, she wasn’t disappointed so far.
He sank to his knees once more and edged closer to her. He reached out a hand, unable to resist touching her. His palm glided over her shoulder, down the line of her waist and then over her hip. Goose pimples erupted under his fingers.
“Come here,” she said huskily, crooking a finger at him.
His groin tightened. Sweat broke out on his forehead. He had never before experienced such aneedfor a woman. He was afraid to let her touch him, sure that he would find his release the moment she did.
She raised up and placed a hand on his chest, her lips curving in a seductive smile. Firmly, she pushed him down until he relented and let her guide him to the ground.
The blanket bunched under his back, but he didn’t care. He could feel the uneven roughness of the ground, but when she leaned down to kiss him, he forgot everything but her.
She kissed a line around the edge of his jaw until her lips reached his ear. She nipped playfully then sucked the lobe between her teeth.
A hot flush worked its way up his neck, and he closed his eyes, trying valiantly to win the battle for his control.
“Ah damn,” he muttered, as she began to work her way down his neck, sucking, biting, kissing.
She chuckled and the sound sent shockwaves of desire snaking down his spine.
His plan to make love to her had gone right out the window. She was making love tohim.
Her tongue swirled over his chest. Around one taut nipple then to the sensitive skin of his abdomen. Oh God, was she going even lower? If she did he would die. If she didn’t he would die.
She paused when her mouth pressed against the skin just below his navel. Her warm breath blew over his groin, and he flinched.
Then in one of the sweetest agonies he had ever experienced, her mouth found his manhood. Her tongue danced delicately around the tip, then her warm mouth closed over the head and began a slow slide to the base.
Oh dear God.
“India, you have to...don’t stop,” he groaned, changing gears in mid sentence.
She raised her head and smiled the smile of an enchantress. Of a woman sure of her power. “Oh I’m just getting started.”
She swung a leg over his hips and raised her pelvis above him. She couldn’t. Was she? He dearly hoped so.
In one smooth motion, she sank down on him, enveloping him, taking him into her body. She sat astride him, her head thrown back, the smooth expanse of her neck shining in the moonlight.
She had never been more beautiful.
