His hips, his shaft were just above eye level. More intimidating there. She curled her fingers into her palm to keep from touching and said, surprised to find the words not entirely scattered, “It’s you. I’ve always been able to… to be comfortable around you. No matter what.”
The lines of his face—half shadow, half light—softened, and he said softly, “Good.” He kissed her forehead.
Then all gentleness gone, and she managed only a gasp as his mouth stole hers. He kissed her hard and deep, and she opened for him everywhere. Her legs falling open, her mouth giving him entrance. Her chest seemed to creak open, too, ribs splaying, muscle curling back. Nowhere for her heart to hide. It had never seen so much light before, had never known warmth like Remmy’s kiss, his touch, his knee between her leg, his hand on her breast, the other tangled so tightly in her hair her scalp tingled.
Open, open everywhere and pleasure pouring into her.
“I should take you slowly,” he mumbled against her ear. “But after wanting you so long, I do not think I can hold back much longer.”
“Do not. Please do not.” She dug her nails into the muscles of his back and rolled her hips against him.
Some guttural sound was trapped in his throat, and she kissed his Adam’s apple to dislodge it.
“I’ve never seen this part of you before,” she whispered, kissing it again. “I like seeing all of you.”
He moaned. A simple kiss had caused him to make that sound, a few words. She pressed a palm against his chest and urged him to the side, onto his back. He went so easily where she wanted.
When he was flat on his back, one knee bent, grinning up at her, she ran her fingers through his hair, traced the outline of his face, bent and kissed the skin over his heart. “Youare beautiful.”
He wrapped a strand of her hair around his hand, gave a gentle tug that brought her close and said against her mouth, “You are the most sinful sight I’ve ever seen, and only a sin because it must be wrong to see so much of heaven when I am who I am.”
“Who you are? Dedicated?”
“Disdainful of the rules.”
“I thought you more… exuberant.”
He quirked his mouth to the side. “Eager to be a bit naughty.”
“You are passionate.”
“That you’ve got right, sweetheart.” He rubbed his thumb across her nipple, and she arched into the electric touch.
Their gazes caught and roared a wildfire to life between them, sending all conversation up in ash. This kiss all hunger and seeking hands, wet tongue and wild pulses, as he rolled her onto her back and cupped her sex with his hand. He searched the curls between her legs for that little nub that was pulsing, pulsing like a heartbeat. When he found it, fireworks flared across her skin. She usually watched life happen around her, but he was blooming life within her. She waited for others to tell her what to do, but he was waiting for her.
She rolled her hips, unable to control the movements of her body, abandoning, finally, anything but instinct.Only sensation remained, and it said to touch and kiss and taste the texture of his skin with her tongue, to bite the sharp angle of his collarbone and make him hiss with pleasure.
She was careening close and closer, and he was doing something wicked with her breasts. They’d be marked by him later, the sensitive skin red from teeth and the sweet suction of his mouth.
“I’d love to lay you bare in a field at noon and watch the sun caress your skin. We used to share stolen tarts in the field beyond the lake. Do you remember? We’d lay in the grass and eat and decipher the clouds.”
“Yes.” Such a sweet time, pure and simple.
“Let’s do it again. Naked.”
She laughed.
He kissed a hot line to her navel, lower, licking the length of her sex as he pressed and circled his thumb, and?—
She spun out of control, careening off a cliff but not falling. No, she waltzed up into the stars, weightless and lovely and… perfect. Every muscle loose and languid but…
They were not done. Not close to done. He kissed her scream quiet and stroked her lovingly. She eased him backward, and he responded to her touch instantly, falling to his back. Time to grasp the confidence she’d worked up, the boldness she’d been borrowing.
Time to grasp him.
His back arched off the bed when she wrapped her hand around his shaft. “Good God, warn a man, Tessa.”
She swiped her thumb over its head where a bead of liquid sat. On her thumb now. She sucked that digit into her mouth, tasting it.
