Then he took her with his lips and his tongue, and a glorious blast of pleasure erupted within her. But it wasn’t enough. It was just the beginning.
He blew a warm breath against her, making her quake, as he whispered, “I’m going to make you come so many times you forget your name.” A wicked glint filled his eyes. “Until the only name you remember is mine.”
She didn’t have the strength to tell him that his name was the only one she remembered even now. The only name she would ever remember.
Then, his mouth on her, he filled her with his fingers, and she arched against him, a cry falling from her lips. So good, so right, so perfect. So not a frog.
He stroked her slowly, already knowing exactly how she liked it. All the while, his tongue circled faster, his lips sucked on her, and the hum in his throat vibrated through her.
His kisses on her most private places rocked her very existence. Tension built inside her, spreading out, reaching the spots where his fingers filled her and his tongue took her. Then she shattered, bucking and heaving against him, her hand in his hair pulling him tightly to her as she rode the sunburst he’d created.
She chanted his name, couldn’t remember her own, knew only the feel of his hair beneath her fingers, the touch of him inside her, the texture of his skin against her thighs. As if he knew her body as well his own, he eased away, his shoulders still spreading her legs, his fingers still inside her, slowly stroking, but giving her a moment’s relief from the relentless pleasure.
She couldn’t even lift her head to meet his gaze. She could only say to the ceiling, “That was crazy.”
“Crazy good?” She heard the smile in his voice.
She nodded, not able to do more than tip her chin toward him.
He laughed softly. “If it was only good, I need to work harder.”
Bending to her again, he shot her faster into the clouds than ever before. God help her, she screamed his name.
He made her come twice more, or maybe it was three times. It seemed to be one long stream of unrelenting ecstasy.
She couldn’t have said where he found the condom he rolled on or even exactly when he filled her with his thick, hard erection. All she knew was how gloriously he took up all the empty places she hadn’t truly known she had.
Then she lost her mind so completely she lost even his name.
There was just the feel of him inside her, shooting her to the moon and the stars and the universe beyond.
Her body squeezed him with another glorious climax. It was all Troy could do not to let himself go right then. She was everything he’d never known he wanted, her body like the softest cage pulling him deep inside her. He hadn’t counted how many times she’d come—he didn’t care. All he wanted was to give her more pleasure than she’d ever known. And now he plundered her as if she were treasure, as if she were gold and silver and diamonds.
He braced himself on his arms because he needed to look down at her, to see her flushed skin, her dusky peaks and creamy valleys, her ruby lips, her lush eyelashes, her pleasure written on her face.
Licking his lips, he tasted her again, and a rush of desire raced through him. He had to kiss her, had to gather her into his arms, pulling her tight, tasting her, mingling the flavors of her body and her mouth.
His muscles screamed for him to take her faster, harder, deeper. But his mind wouldn’t obey, and he filled her, taking her slowly, over that sweet spot inside, their joined bodies rubbing right where she needed it.
Her next climax started in her quivering legs wrapped around his waist, the feverish moans rising from her throat, and her fingers suddenly digging into his behind. Then she clamped around him, hard, working him into a near-mindless state.
And finally, he let his body rule, taking her hard and fast, the way she needed, the way she loved, the way she’d begged him to take her on their one and only out-of-this-world night. She strained against him, tossing her head, her hair flying, tears leaking from her closed eyes.
His climax rose with a roar from deep within, and he let it out in a mighty shout of glory and pleasure and love.
He wasn’t sure, but he thought he might have passed out. Maybe she had too. She lay bonelessly atop him; Troy didn’t even remember rolling to his back. But he did remember his arms around her, her scent filling his head, her body still holding him tight inside.
“Are you still alive?” she whispered.
“Barely.” His voice came out as a croak. “Are you?”
She laughed softly. “I might have died and gone to heaven. Because this feels like it.”
“It’s heaven on earth with you.”
She rested her chin on his chest. “I said I think I love you.” She blinked, her eyes a tad misty. Where he might have felt a twinge a few hours ago, now he felt only joy because he knew what she meant. “I don’t just think it.” She gazed at him with such beautiful emotion in her eyes. “I know it. I love you, Troy Harrington.”
He trailed his hands up her back, held her close. “And I love you, Michaela Killian. I have from the moment I saw you, and I always will for the rest of my life.” Then he wrapped his arms around her and took her lips in a kiss that sealed their love.
