“I am.You’re mine now and don’t you forget it.”
She heard the last words in her mind. Part of her liked it. Part of her didn’t. She didn’t belong to anyone. She might lend herself to him, but she wasn’t a possession, and he could get that out of his head right now.
He must have caught the thoughts because he gave her a small smile. “It’s a two-way thing. I’m yours, too. I know you’re wary, and I don’t blame you. I’ve had longer to get used to the idea than you. You’ve been fighting it for so long that it’s hard for you to accept.”
She snorted. “You think?”
“I know. Now if you want to swim, then swim. Because I need to make love to you. If I don’t get inside you soon, I might explode.”
Heat washed over her skin and her nipples tightened. She felt the need as well, but at the same time, she was enjoying this build-up, the sense of inevitability.
They would make love.
The world wasn’t due to end for a few weeks. She turned and dived under the water and swam the distance across the pool, then came up at the far side. She swam a couple of laps, loving the stretch of her muscles, getting out the kinks. Finally, she came up under the waterfall and stood, letting the water pound down on her. She closed her eyes and raised her face. It felt so good. When she opened her eyes, her gaze locked on Kane, still standing where she had left him. He ducked under the surface, then headed her way with long powerful strokes that cut throughthe water. He swam like he did everything else—with power and purpose.
He surfaced right beside her, so close that he only needed to take one step for his chest to brush against her sensitive nipples. Her breasts swelled, and heat sank down in her belly as he lowered his head and took her mouth in a slow, lingering kiss. When he raised his head, his eyes were dark with passion.
“Are you ready to do this now?”
She didn’t need to think. The decision was made when she let him into her mind. She nodded and he gave her another slow smile, his eyelids drooping, nostrils flaring.
“At fucking long last.”
He moved closer, his hands sliding down her skin, skimming her waist, then cupping her ass. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him, her fingers gripping his shoulders. She could feel him all the way along the length of her body. His skin burned hot against hers.
He kept his hands on her ass, his fingers kneading her flesh as he carried her out of the water and onto the grassy bank. Her legs tightened around him as he sank to his knees, lowering her to the ground. Then he was kissing her, his mouth hard, his tongue pushing inside, and she opened to him. His hard hands were on her breasts, his fingers tugging at her nipples. She arched her back, pushing into him, then rolled her head to the side, and her gaze caught on a pair of yellow eyes, staring at them from the bushes.
“We have an audience.”
“I don’t care.”
“Neither do I.”
Then his mouth was on her breasts, hot and wet, licking and sucking her nipples, and all conscious thoughts fled her mind as she gave herself up to the pleasure. She could feel him hard against her belly. Her sex felt hot and swollen, and she openedher thighs for him as his hand slid down over her skin, through the curls at the base of her belly. An insistent pulse was beating at her core. And then he was there, where she needed him most.
She’d never felt this wild, this out of control. Never experienced such a burning need. She was on the edge of flying, and she pushed up against him, needing to get closer. As he slid one finger along the line of her sex, pushing inside, gliding over the bundle of nerves, she exploded into a thousand pieces, the orgasm taking her by surprise, and she arched her back and screamed.
She was hardly aware of him moving, positioning himself at the entrance to her body. Then he went still, and she opened her eyes to find him gazing down at her. She opened her mind and let him inside, let his thoughts and feelings mingle with her own. Let his desire feed hers.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
She gave a small nod; she wasn’t sure she could speak at that point.
“Thank God.”
And then he filled her with one firm flex of his powerful body. He was big, and he stretched her, and for a moment, they both remained motionless. Then he slowly pulled out of her, and she clasped her legs around him to hold him to her. He pushed back in, and the sensation was exquisite.
She felt him everywhere, all through her body, in her blood, along her nerves. For the first time, she knew what this act should truly be like between two people. Forging a bond, both mental and physical.
He nodded as though knowing her thoughts, which of course he did. “I feel it as well.”
Then he was moving, and she concentrated on that place where their bodies joined. He was moving harder and fasternow, slamming into her, and she could feel the strength and power he still kept leashed.
She needed him to let go, to give her everything. To be as out of control as she felt. She gripped his shoulders, pulled his head down toward her, and kissed him, her tongue plunging into his mouth in time with his thrusts into her body.
He went wild, raging into her, and she could feel the pleasure building again, climbing to such impossible heights, she wasn’t sure she would survive the inevitable fall.
Then she was coming, spasming around him, and she felt the moment when the pleasure burst through him as well, felt his orgasm, powering her own so she came again and again. Each time she came down, he ground against her, and the pleasure burst again.
