“Shh. No.” He pulled her hips back down.
“I can’t.” Her head fell back against the sheets, tossing from side to side.
“Relax,” he murmured against her soft, wet, hot skin.
He pushed his tongue between her cleft again and nudged at the bud. Her fingers tangled in his hair. He glanced up at her. She was mindless with want, her head thrown back, her beautiful dark hair splayed out behind her, her eyes closed. She wriggled beneath him but he held her thighs tightly with both hands, not letting her slip away. All the while he kept up the pressure with his tongue, nudging at the bud between her legs, moving in small circles as her panting increased and her thighs tensed. She bit her lip so hard, it turned bloodred and still he didn’t stop, lapping at her, licking her in long strokes until she finally took a deep breath to scream his name. His hand shot up to cover her mouth and muffle her scream.
She lay panting for several moments, her eyes wide, unfocused. “Cade, did I just…? Was that what I…? I never knew my body was capable of…”
“Now,that was something to scream my name for,” he said, pleased with himself. “Though I daresay you’ll need to be more careful next time. You’ll bring the entire crew running.”
“Next time.” Her brow furrowed. “Oh, but I said there might not be a next—”
“Of course there’s going to be a next time.” He moved up her body and covered her with his own. “Because I’m not done making you come.”
***
His words made Danielle wet all over again. She had no vocabulary in French or English for the pleasure she’d just experienced. It was mind-numbing, indescribable. She didn’t think her body could take it again, but when Cade began kissing her neck, she was more than willing to try. Besides, she knew he hadn’t been satisfied. After the pleasure he’d just given her, she wanted to return thefaveur.
“Love?” he asked, rising up on his elbow, his finger tracing her cheekbone.
“Yes?” Her lust haze still hadn’t cleared and she felt a huge smile sitting on her face like a well-fed cat.
“Forgive me for asking, but… are you a virgin?”
This was it. The moment of truth. She’d decided long ago to refuse to be ashamed of her past choices. Besides, he’d been with other women. Well, she’d been with another man. One. One inexperienced one. She’d chosen poorly the first time. She was about to make up for it now.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Does that make a difference to you?”
“Not at all. In fact, it’s a huge relief.” An honest look of contentment covered his face.
“A relief?” she murmured against his head. His hand was making its way between her legs and touching her in that same indescribable spot again, making it difficult to think. “Why?”
“Because.” He kissed her eye, her ear. “When I slide into you there will be only pleasure. No pain.”
She shivered at those words and when one of his fingers slipped inside, her eyes fluttered back into her head. “Mon dieu,” she whispered. She hadn’t known that. She had assumed it would hurt every time. She sighed and allowed her eyes to flutter closed.
“That’s right.” He pulled out his finger and pushed it in again. “Tell me how much you want me. In French.”
“J’ai envie de toi,” she murmured.
“I want you, too. I’m going to make you come again so hard you see stars.”
“Baise-moi.”
“Oh, sweetheart, with pleasure,” he whispered. “First, touch me.”
Danielle reached down to close her hand around him.
“That’s right,” he said, his eyes closed. “Stroke me.” Then, “Show me where you want me.”
She guided him to the cradle between her legs. There was a hot pressure, a prodding for a moment, and then he slid slowly inside her.
“Mon dieu!” She shouted into the pillow to muffle the noise.
***
Cade stopped. He was entirely still. Sweat beaded on his brow but still he didn’t move. The unholy torture of being sheathed to the hilt inside Danielle was too much to bear. If he moved he wasn’t certain he wouldn’t spend himself like an untried lad. He bit the inside of his cheek to control himself. Danielle wasn’t helping. She was frantically kissing him, her body straining up to reach his, her hips rocking against his. She murmured French love words in his ear and that alone was enough to make him come. She’d asked him to ensure there was no baby. He had no French letters with him. The only choice was to pull out. This was going to be a bloody act of heroism.
