Chapter Sixteen
Within seconds they were on the rug, bodies entwined.
She heard a moan and realised it was her own, wondered if she should pull back, compose herself, think this through.
But his mouth was hot on her neck, her skin ablaze.
She tipped her head back, guided his hand beneath her top to the bare curve of her breast, almost cried out as he ran the rough pads of his fingers over her nipple.
He was half on top of her now, the weight of his body pressing her into the earth, his erection hard against her hip. She needed more skin. More everything.
Hands flattened against his chest, she gave a gentle shove. Leaning on his elbows, his arms framing her face, he looked down into her eyes and in the dim light of the candles, his pupils dilated even more. A deep black ocean she wanted to drown herself in.
‘Do you want to stop?’
‘No.’ It came out in a shriek, and she choked on a giggle. ‘Exactly the opposite.’ Button by button, she undid his shirt and he slipped his arms out. So fucking hot she could barely breathe.
‘Is that better?’ he rasped.
‘Getting there.’ She lifted her arms and he pushed up onto his hands as she pulled off her top.
Eyes on hers, he shuffled lower, running the tip of his tongue across her chest, teasing and licking and sucking as if she was a forbidden dessert and he was relishing every mouthful.
And then he was lower still, unbuttoning her jeans, and she was sliding out of them and his mouth …
oh my God, his mouth. Every cell in her body vibrated.
Every inch of her skin thrummed. But it was still not enough, nowhere near.
‘Cole.’
At the moan of his name, he looked up, his hands resting on her hip bones. A good thing too or she could have easily floated up into outer space.
‘I didn’t think to bring anything,’ he said.
‘Lucky one of us did.’ Reaching for the jeans he’d so expertly slipped off her, she fumbled in the pocket and pulled out the two silver packets.
‘I wasn’t expecting—’
‘I know. And I appreciate that. I brought these just in case.’
The uncertainty on his face faded as his grin widened. ‘I like the way you think.’
She handed him one of the condoms and he rose to his knees.
Even watching him undo his jeans and peel them from his legs was a turn-on.
And then he was naked, his body as chiselled as a Florentine sculpture.
All that lay between them was a tiny scrap of lace and silk: her black G-string.
Hooking his fingers in each side, he slipped it down her legs, ran his hands all the way back up her body and over her breasts, kissed her jawline as she stroked the hard bones of his shoulder blades.
‘Are you sure?’ His question was like the gentle wash of the sea hushing against the shell of her ear.
‘Yes.’
He moved against her and she gripped him with her legs, her breath coming faster and faster, her chest heaving in time to the rhythm of their movement, her heart racing, her head spinning, wanting it to end but wanting it to last forever, an explosion of stars behind her eyes as she found blissful, earth-shattering release.
And then his body shuddering into hers, the rapturous heaviness of him falling onto her, the steady beat of his heart against her own.
A smile of sheer, unadulterated contentment played on her lips as she savoured every single second. Night fell around them as they lay, warm and content, wrapped in each other’s arms.