His jutting erection leapt as though it had a life of its own, straining toward her hand. She laughed, holding his hungry gaze while she brushed the tip.
He made a low, tortured sound in the back of his throat and looped one arm around her neck, pulling her down across his chest. “Kiss me, Kate. I’m dying for the taste of you.”
She obliged, kissing him the way she knew he liked to be kissed, slow and deep and oh, so sweet. All her notions of playing the seductress fled. There was no room for teasing. It had been too long, and she needed him too much.
He lifted her so she straddled his hips, the long hard length of his erection pulsing between her thighs. The abrupt change in position broke their kiss. She stared down at him, a bit embarrassed by her wanton dampness and totally at a loss as to how to proceed.
He smiled, dark and wicked. Then he reached between them, showing her how he could fit, impaling himself deep within her. She gasped, surprised all over again by how completely he filled her.
He closed his eyes and leaned forward to take one of her nipples between his lips. Placing his hands upon her hips, he showed her how to move and pleasure them both.
Soon the long, slow strokes were not enough. She fell forward, bracing her hands on his chest as he plunged with fierce, wild abandon. The pressure began to build, spiraling toward a higher peak than it had before. She cried out in shocked wonder as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her.
Her release seemed to trigger his, because moments later he groaned and shuddered deep within her. She collapsed against his chest, holding him tightly, determined to never let him go. Together they could find a way to best his father.
Together they could do anything.
* * * * *
Talon moved reluctantly, sliding Kate’s boneless, sleeping body off his chest. He rearranged her beside him and then curled protectively around her, tucking the blankets around them like a cocoon.
He already wanted her again.
Her easy acceptance both shamed and humbled him. He should have told her the truth days ago. He should have known she’d understand once she knew what had motivated him.
His pride had nearly destroyed this special thing between them.
He’d been such an ass, brooding and feeling sorry for himself, determined to make her as miserable as she’d made him when all along he’d been the one at fault.
How could he have blamed her, even for a moment? She had every right to think the worst of him after reading Daniel’s letter. If their situations had been reversed, he doubted he’d have been half as understanding.
But even after everything he’d put her through, she’d still had the courage to give him one more chance. Her strength and ability to love astounded him. Especially since she’d never been loved herself.
Where did it come from, this ability to love unconditionally? Was it something women were born with, a maternal instinct? Or was it just Kate? Was she really as unique as he suspected?
She made a soft sound and snuggled closer, her soft bottom cradling his groin. He groaned at his body’s fierce reaction. Would this ache ever go away? He doubted it, not even if he made love to her every night for the rest of his life.
Every night for the rest of my life...
The thought was so sweet. He cupped her flat stomach with his hand, imagining her big with his child. A child made of love with no ulterior motives.
He let his hand fall away, hoping she wasn’t pregnant. Not yet. He wanted her to have his children, but not until she was truly his. He didn’t want the memory of his betrayal to come back and haunt them in the future.
There had to be a way to keep her by his side. He wanted her smiles, her laughter and her tears.
And God help James Sinclair if he tried to stand in the way again.
