Chapter 12 #3
She ran a hand down her body, lightly touching her breasts and belly, and then stopped, puzzled when her hand encountered another hand. One that definitely didn't belong to her. Her eyes flew open and she turned to meet cobalt eyes.
Michael.
Her breath caught and she smiled slowly, feeling the heat building in intensity. He stepped back, frowning, his eyes searching hers. Immediately she shivered, missing the warmth of his body against hers.
She bit her lower lip, suddenly uncertain. Was this a dream?
With a slow deliberate movement, she raised her hand and ran it along the curve of his jaw, feeling the rough beginnings of his beard. She trailed her fingers across his lips, pleased when she felt his body tremble at her touch. No, he was definitely real.
With both hands she began to unbutton his shirt, her eyes never leaving his. His breathing was harsh and his eyes were still full of questions, but he let her remove his shirt.
Steam from the shower swirled around them and she reached out to pull him closer.
Her soapy skin slid against his, the hair on his chest rasping against her already aroused nipples.
With a groan he bent his head, taking possession of her mouth.
She traced the line of his lower lip with her tongue, tasting him, teasing him—wanting him.
His hands spread across the small of her back, urging her closer. "Are you sure, Cara?"
The whispered words sent a shiver of desire shooting down her spine to burst into tingling warmth deep inside her. She had wanted this man for nine long years. And suddenly, all her worries and fears paled in the blinding light of her need for him.
"Oh, yes, Michael, I'm sure."
She sucked in a ragged breath, as he struggled out of his pants. He was magnificent. Everything she'd dreamed he'd be. She reached for him, pulling him close, letting the heat from the water beat down on them.
Michael's hands were shaking. He'd never wanted any woman as much as he wanted Cara.
Had wanted her, for so many years. But still he hesitated.
What did he have to offer her? He was a misfit in her time.
And he knew, with certainty, that he had to go home.
So what was he doing? Taking what she had to offer and giving nothing in return?
He shuddered as she wrapped a hand around him.
Shyly, stroking, up and down, up and down.
Oh God, she was amazing. He found her lips and kissed her deeply, sucking and stroking with his tongue, mimicking the actions of her hand, longing to bury himself in her throbbing warmth.
His hands cupped her bottom. And she raised her arms to twine them in his hair, her breasts brushing across his chest.
They gyrated together, following the moves of a spontaneous dance, the feeling of their bodies, rubbing together, intensified by the pulsing water. He tried to maintain rational thought, but his heart was beating in tandem with hers and he knew that, at least for this moment, she belonged to him.
And he would give her all that he had to give.
With a groan, he bent and took the tip of one rosy breast into his mouth, circling it with his tongue, feeling it tighten with his touch, the fingers of one hand trailing down her belly in slow, sensuous circles.
Sucking vigorously at her breast, his hand moved even lower, sliding one finger inside, feeling her heat surround him.
She cried out as his finger found her soft center, and he smiled, nipping at one taut nipple with his teeth.
Cara's body sang, with each stroke of his finger, each tug of his mouth at her breast. The warmth was building inside her, until she literally throbbed with desire, wanting him to fill her until she burst.
He shifted, bringing his lips back to hers. Kissing and stroking until she thought she would explode. "Please. Please."
He pushed her back against the wall, bracing her body with his. The water was behind them now, a waterfall of sound, the resulting mist and steam twirling around them like fairy lovers.
Keeping his weight against her chest, he cupped his hands under her, lifting her up. With a moan, she twined her legs around him, feeling him slide into her. With a gentle rocking motion he began to tease her, sliding in and then out, in and then out, in, out, in, out…
"Now."
The word echoed around them and with one long thrust, he filled her.
With driving need, she urged him to go deeper, faster, begging for more.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding tightly as he held her pinned above the world.
Her entire being concentrated on the exquisite feel of him pounding deeper and deeper, higher and higher, until the world erupted in one amazing explosion of color and light, and she could no longer tell where he ended and she began.
Gradually, softly, she slid down from the precipice, until she rested comfortably, her head nestled against his shoulder, a gentle rain washing them tenderly with fine fingers of mist.