‘I know, I know.’
She felt the throb of his heart, the tickle of his chest hair teasing her breasts as she leaned up, reaching for his mouth. There. That was better. She felt…anchored with their mouths fused in hungry abandon.
This was so impossibly good, yet she needed more. And he gave it, slipping his hands between them to mould her breasts, his thumbs stroking her tightly beaded nipples.
Greer was all lush heat and splintering senses, and still this wasn’t enough. She reached between them, grappling with his belt, moving back just enough to get it undone and tackle the fastening of his jeans.
‘Yes,’ he groaned against her lips. The yearning in his hoarse voice, the vibration of it from his body to hers, was the most arousing thing she’d ever known.
Quickly she undid the fastening, tugging his jeans down to his thighs then stripping his underpants low enough to curl her fingers around him.
Shock was an unfurling ribbon inside her. He was tall and well-built. Her breath snagged, imagining all that potent length inside her. She found herself spreading her feet wider, internal muscles clenching in anticipation.
Her eyes flicked open as he lifted his head. That lazy confidence was gone, replaced by a look of pared back hunger that should frighten her but instead thrilled.
‘I promised to take my time.’ His voice ground so low it will rumbled. ‘So you’d better let me take it from here.’
He moved her hands away, making short work of the last of his clothes. Then he turned to the bedside table and even that sight was perfection. His broad thighs were so powerful, contrasting with his narrow waist and the twist of his upper body as he reached for a condom, turning him into a living work of art.
Greer hurried to divest herself of her clothes and shoes.
Seconds later she was naked and more than ever aware of his greater height and strength. She adored it. She wanted to lean in and snuggle against him. Except—her gaze fixed on his proud erection—there were things she wanted more.
She lay on the bed, spreadeagled and bare, her heart in her mouth as she ate up the sight of him. He devouredherwith a scorching gaze that made her revel in her feminine power and all the differences between them.
Conall took his time moving onto the bed beside her, propping himself up on one elbow as he stroked her face then leaned in to claim her mouth as his hand traced slow, sinuous trails of pleasure around her throat, breasts and lower.
It wasn’t enough. She reached for him, only to have her wrist captured and lifted away, then her other one. She opened eyes that had fluttered closed to see him shake his head on a grimace. ‘Not yet. I’m too close.’
He shackled her hands above her head, leaving her open to his touch. Greer thought of protesting but shelikedbeing vulnerable to him in this way. His hungry gaze and the inexorable slide of his hand down her abdomen only notched her arousal higher.
Then Conall kissed her, slow and deliberate. This time he used his teeth as well as his tongue, grazing sensitive skin then kissing it better as his fingers explored moist folds.
One expert caress and she almost lifted off the bed. He threw his thigh over hers and even that was arousing.
The stretch of her body, the weight of his hand and leg, seemed to intensify every sensation as he kissed and caressed her.
Abruptly,tooabruptly, her crisis hit. She felt the shock wave engulf her, her body undulating as it crested each peak of pleasure.
Warm arms gathered her close as he moved above her and Greer held on tight.
This was where she needed to be. In a world full of uncertainties it was the one thing she knew absolutely.
‘Conall, that was—’
‘Just the beginning,’ he said with a tight smile. Then he was kissing her again, lulling her rioting senses as she came down from that impossible high.
She was still floating when he shifted his weight back. Instinctively she opened her legs wider. But instead of stopping were she expected, he moved further, halting only when his shoulders wedged between her spread thighs.
Greer shook her head, despite her surge of delighted anticipation. ‘I need you, Conall.’ The hollow ache inside was still there, despite her orgasm.
‘And you’ll have me, soon.’
He’d already dipped his head, his lips moving against that most sensitive spot on her body, making it impossible to answer. Her voice disappeared as exquisite sensation overwhelmed her. Not just because of his mouth, but his hand, circling and probing.
Her one cogent thought was that Conall knew exactly how to drive her out of her mind.
Silk teased her palms and she realised she was grabbing his head, fingers buried in his hair. Again her body took on a life of its own, twisting and rising as he coaxed more delight, more impossible pleasure.
