Chapter Eleven #4
Unwilling to wait any longer, he gripped her hand. “The lake,” he managed to stammer between heavy breaths. Desire had overtaken him. “Walk with me.”
They waded into the cool water, then Aaron crouched, tapping his thighs.
He wanted her in his arms, wanted to consummate their relationship before she changed her mind.
She fitted herself against his body, locking her ankles at his lower back.
The exquisite sensations he experienced holding her so close, the love he felt while he stared into her eyes humbled him.
Weeks of conflict had only served to enflame his heart.
He adored her, from those perfectly shaped lips to her pigheaded determination.
And her heart, that’s what he longed for the most. He’d never been so bloody driven to win a woman’s love.
She laughed softly, lifting her arms over her head, sinking back into the water.
Lust slammed inside his chest. She’d snared him body and soul.
Staring wide-eyed at her, he knew with one jab he could penetrate her, claim her.
Instead, he slipped a finger inside, then another, stretching her slowly.
She writhed against his hand, moaning with pleasure as he gently rotated his fingers.
Although she was half submerged in water, he could feel how gloriously hot and wet she was for him. His engorged shaft screamed for relief.
“Come back to me, lass.” He pulled her into a tight embrace, sweeping wet hair out of her eyes. He nearly forgot to breathe, he was so excited. Cupping her backside tightly, he lifted her out of the water, then carried her to shore.
The time for play was over.
He trudged several yards, then stopped where grass covered the shoreline.
Not the place he’d envisioned making love with her for the first time, but then he realized how truly fitting it was.
The only bedchamber worthy of his prize was here, surrounded by Odin’s glory.
He knelt with her in his arms, then slowly disentangled himself.
She dropped onto her side, then rolled on her back, gazing up at him.
He could lose himself in those stark blue eyes.
A rush of emotion went through him. He suddenly realized why their personalities had played tug-of-war for so long. “I want you, Kara.”
She spread her legs.
“Lass . . .” He carefully lowered himself on top of her.
Flush with her, he nipped and tongued her nipples.
She arched her back, thrusting her breasts upward.
His flesh caught fire. He wanted to feel the hot white heat inside her.
She released her breath slowly as he positioned himself at her entrance.
Then he moved his mouth to her ear. “Once I have you, Kara, I won’t share you—ever. ”
Did she understand? Would the finality of his words change her mind? “My heart is set on you,” she confessed.
Pride swelled inside his chest. She’d chosen him.
The expression on her face was unmistakable—indisputable—she hungered as he did.
He captured her mouth, driving his tongue deep to distract her while he pierced her.
He pressed his lips to her throat, caressing her with gentle kisses.
She responded eagerly, her hips slamming against him.
“Easy.” He exhaled. “Your body needs to adjust slowly.” He didn’t want to hurt her.
He eased in another inch, preparing her for his full length.
It had been much too long since he’d done this and his stamina was lacking.
Especially with her. Although he praised the gods for forming such a lovely creature—sweeter and tighter than any woman he’d ever made love to—the agonizing waves of pleasure she inspired jeopardized his restraint.
Kara’s eyes squeezed shut. He thrust again, slipping in a few more inches.
By everything holy . . .
“I’m going to make love to you until you scream my name . . .” Aaron shoved his hands underneath her, firmly gripping her arse, then pumped his hips again. Kara didn’t utter a sound as he buried himself inside her. She moved in unison, sinking her nails into his back.
He should have known how brave she’d be, how passionate. After a dozen furious thrusts, Aaron arched his back and gritted his teeth. Release. That’s all his bloody body would let him think about. He’d never been so mentally unprepared, so physically vulnerable.
Kara cupped his face and yanked him down. “I don’t want to wait,” she said. “Find your pleasure, then give me mine.”
He growled, pushing into her again. She’d offered to selflessly let him find deliverance—relief from months of abstinence.
“Please,” she whimpered into his ear.
He powered forward again and again. “Kara!” His release was painful and thrilling.
He collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath.
Her fingers circled up his back. Her soft touch had restorative powers.
Within seconds, he grew rod-hard inside her again.
The lass would find more than simple ecstasy this time; Aaron McNally had everything to prove.