Chapter Twelve #4
Carly stared at him, swallowing back the tears. There was tenderness in his expression and something more, something that made her heart expand inside her. She reached for him, slid her arms around his neck.
“I do trust you.” This was her Ramon. The man who had saved her life. He had returned to her and she was no longer afraid.
Lightning flashed outside the window as his mouth skimmed over her cheek and along her throat, his lips insistent and so incredibly warm.
His tongue flicked over her skin, making it tingle, and her body seemed to melt into his tall hard frame.
Through the sheer white silk gown, his bare chest pressed against her breasts and her nipples strained toward the heat of his skin.
He took her lips in a ravaging kiss that sent spirals of heat lancing through her.
His tongue swept into her mouth while his hands slid inside her gown to cradle a breast. He teased the nipple with his finger, plucked it into a hard, taut bud, and a tide of fire blazed through her.
Unconsciously, she leaned toward him, her hand moving down his shoulders, irresistibly drawn to the curly black hair on his chest. It felt soft and springy, seductive against her skin.
She traced a pattern in it, felt the thick bands of muscle bunching at her touch, and heard him groan.
He kissed her again as he slid the gown from her shoulders, leaving her naked, the white silk pooling around her feet. He paused for a moment, drawing back to look at her, standing naked before him.
“So beautiful,” he said gruffly. “But then I always knew that you were.”
Outside the window, the wind whipped through the trees, and the sky opened up, the rain coming down in a thunderous roar.
His fingers encircled her waist, pulling her against him, letting her feel the hard ridge of his need.
His mouth ravaged hers, his lips hard-soft and burning with heat, his tongue thrusting deeply, rhythmically, igniting sparks of flame that licked through her body.
He slanted his lips over hers, kissing her fiercely, the hand on her breast molding it gently, making it tighten and swell.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if he were the one to command it.
She gripped his shoulders, ran her hands along the muscles across his back.
She felt the heavy cords tighten, move sinuously beneath his skin.
His hands skimmed over her flesh, ringed her navel, then spread over the flat spot below.
Long slim fingers laced through the burnished hair at the juncture of her thighs, eased her legs apart and slipped inside.
Carly moaned.
“Easy, Cara.” He brushed her mouth with a fiery kiss. Moving his finger in and out, he nudged the swollen bud in the folds of her sex, sending hot damp shivers along her spine. She moaned and arched upward against his hand.
“You like this, no?”
“Y-Yes.” She should have been embarrassed, but all she could think of were the sweetly burning sensations, the pleasure sweeping through her, and the deep plunging rhythm of his hand.
Then he was lifting her up, resting her in the center of his bed, pausing only long enough to strip off his breeches.
She could hear the howl of the wind, feel the coolness of the petals on the mattress beneath her, pressing against the hotness of her skin.
Trembling all over, she watched in fascination as he joined her on the bed, all sleek muscle and smooth, dark skin. Below his navel, a thick, hard ridge rose up against his flat belly. She had seen men naked when she had helped to nurse them in the mine patch, but they had looked nothing like this.
“Ramon?”
The windows shuddered against a rush of wind. He angled his body over hers, took her mouth in a savage kiss. He nibbled the side of her neck, gently sucked on the lobe of her ear. “Si, querida?”
“You’re so … big.”
A soft chuckle came from his throat. “All men are this way, Cara, when they are making love.”
“All of them? All of them are so big?”
Another soft chuckle. “Well, perhaps not quite so big. But we will fit together … you will see.”
Fit together? She wasn’t exactly sure what he meant. For the first time it occurred to her exactly how little she knew of such things. “How will you—how will we…?”
“Hush, querida. No more talking. I will show you how it is done.”
His hand stroked over her breast, making the hard bud throb and quiver.
Then his lips followed his hand, taking her nipple into his mouth, and Carly forgot her uncertainties, thought of nothing but the flames shooting through her body.
Heat skittered over her flesh, seared through her veins, sent a wave of dampness into her core.
Ramon’s long fingers were stroking her again, sliding deep inside her, making her arch up off the bed.
Lightning speared across the sky; the crack of thunder shook the room, and the lamp beside the bed flickered and dimmed.
Carly whimpered softly, began to toss her head.
Ramon’s mouth seared her lips, his hands scorched her flesh, making her burn out of control.
He cradled a breast, laved it with his tongue, bit gently on the nipple, and a hot flood of desire washed over her.
“Ramon…” she whispered, trashing wildly, dragging a hand through his hair. It felt like black satin against her skin.
A second long finger slid in, stretching her, gently preparing her, sending shivers of heat running through her. Tiny ripples of flame licked over her flesh and she squirmed on the bed, her body silently pleading for something she could not name.
Then he was looming above her, easing her legs apart with his knee, stroking her even more deeply. Her body shuddered, tightened, drew into a hard, hot coil that begged to be sprung.
His fingers slid away, replaced by his long, hard shaft. Then he was easing himself inside, stretching her, filling her with his thick, heavy length.