Chapter Nineteen #3
“Having you with me during that time would have made such a difference, but I know why you left. I missed you, hid inside myself, sought distractions; I don’t need any of that now that you are here… but I will be furious if you leave again.”
“You have my word that I won’t. You are my next adventure.” To cover his confusion and bubbling emotions, he worried that swollen bud, rubbed it, flicked it, circled it as if that were his only purpose in life, and he wouldn’t stop until she’d found that first release of the night.
“The fact that our future is like a blank canvass steals my breath.” She writhed against his body, and his hardened length pulsed with urgent need.
“I agree.” Evan sought to push her toward the brink, and for one second, he left off working her nubbin to slip two fingers into her honeyed heat.
A ragged moan left his throat when she bucked her hips into his hand.
“I want to claim your body.” She was warm and welcoming as he stroked into her passage, and as her feminine walls greedily sucked at his digits, he bit back the urge to spend.
“Why do you delay?” The words were breathless and wispy as she moved restlessly in his hold. “Unless you wish for me to fly into a temper with you again?”
“I do not. Twice tonight was enough, but I do want you to fly in another way.” He allowed a small chuckle.
“If you need to hear it again, I love you, Hannah. In every way that matters. I want to share everything with you, every messy, emotional failure and every glorious moment of triumph.” In and out, he thrust his fingers into her while bedeviling her button with his thumb.
“Every sunrise and sunset, every cup of tea and bout of laughter. I’m ready for it all now. ”
“Oh, Evan…” Tears slipped down the slopes of her cheeks.
Unable or unwilling to say anything, he renewed his attentions at her breast. He withdrew from her passage to focus on her nubbin with greater intensity.
“Ah!” A shiver racked her body, but he didn’t let up on the friction, the play he did to her button or her nipple.
“I love you too!” When she fell into that release, she did it in spectacular fashion.
A low keening cry left her throat as her body stiffened then relaxed.
The play of expressions on her face tugged at his chest, as did the way she pointed her toes as the orgasm crashed over her.
“In many ways, I think you’ve set me free of the prison I made for myself.
” She clutched his arm, while contractions and waves of pleasure made her temporarily mad. “I’m living again.”
If he hadn’t lost it already, the remainder of his heart flew into her keeping as he held her close.
As soon as she came back to herself, he turned her about, encouraged her to straddle his waist. Now that he was able to gaze upon her lush body, his arousal grew more acute, but he tamped on the need to immediately claim her.
“Then perhaps it is good that our paths connected again, for we need each other.” Putting his hands on either side of her neck, he drew her to him and kissed her, slowly at first because he was in awe of her, and then once the familiar heat roared through him, he deepened the embrace because he would die if he didn’t.
“Buckthorne…” She broke it to explore beneath his jaw with her lips, went on to nip the skin there, licked everywhere she’d just kissed, and one of her hands drifted to his chest. “I think you might be a romantic after all.” Then she flicked the flat disc of his nipple with a fingernail, and his world tilted as it always did with her.
With a half groan, half growl, he took her breasts in his hands, rubbed the pads of his thumbs along her nipples, and as they hardened, he rolled those distended tips until she moaned.
Needing to feel more of her, he lay back on the bed.
God, she truly was his world; how had he denied it for so long?
His hands went down her sides and at her buttocks, he held them, further spreading her open, and he reveled in how her body glided against his, how every tiny movement and breath had sensations shuddering into his length. “I want you.”
“Have I bid you nay?” She rose onto her knees and took his painfully rigid shaft in her hand. “Too bad we’re not on your ship.”
That touch nearly had him shooting off his wad. Desire careened down his spine. He curled a hand about her hip. “Why?”
“I’m craving those manacles again, craving your mastery.”
“That can be arranged.”
“Soon.” She stroked her hand up and down his length.
Bliss was so close and held literally in her palm.
At his gasp, she giggled, leaned over him, the tips of her hair teasing and hurtling him closer to the edge.
Seconds later, her lips were pressed to his.
When he would have taken control and kissed her senseless, she grinned and once more straddled him.
“You are a remarkable man. Frightening in some aspects, but I rather like that your armor is dented and dinged. It means you’ve seen battle and you’ll fight for me. ”
“Always.”
Then, watching him the whole time, Hannah fit the head of his member to her opening. Slowly, so damned slowly, she sank down on him until he’d fully filled her.
“Dear God,” he managed to whisper. Her honeyed heat was nothing short of heaven, and he always wanted to share this act with her. Evan gripped her hips and guided her off his shaft merely for the wonder of thrusting upward into her body once more.