Chapter Fourteen #2
He wanted her more than he had before. This time he knew what kind of paradise awaited him between her legs.
He knew how tight and wet she could be, how she could start to climax well before he was ready and that each ripple of her release would bring him closer until he plunged into her, spilling himself, feeling her muscles contract again and again around him.
He knew how they would hold on to each other in the aftermath as their breathing returned to normal.
He knew how an unnamed emotion would tease at the corners of his mind, tempting him with the one thing he could never have.
He knew how he would have to leave her and that the leaving would nearly bring him to his knees.
Even knowing what it would cost him later, even knowing that the sensible thing would be to walk away, he couldn’t.
Perhaps if she hadn’t been naked. No, that wouldn’t have been enough.
Perhaps if they hadn’t been alone together in the house.
Was that the real reason he’d been avoiding her?
That having once made love with her, he couldn’t be with her again without needing that intimacy as much as he needed to breathe?
The answer didn’t matter, he decided, giving himself over to the sensation of her slenderness in his arms. She was here and she wanted him. If he died later, so be it.
Her eager fingers tugged at the buttons of his shirt. He let her unfasten them as he kissed her jaw, then moved to lick the inside of her perfect ear. She giggled against his chest as she wrestled with the buttons.
“I can’t concentrate when you do that,” she said.
“Is that so bad?”
“Yes.”
He paused long enough to shed his shirt, jeans, boots, socks and underwear. Then he was as naked as she was.
He put his hands on her waist and urged her to lie down. But when she lay on her back, he told her to turn over.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked as she settled her head on her folded arms and looked at him through the curtain of her blond hair.
“Nothing you won’t like,” he promised.
Her more subtle curves were still new to him, and while he’d always found joy in the softness of breasts, hips and buttocks, there was an ethereal beauty in Heather’s slightness.
Other men might not take the time to notice the perfect porcelain quality of her skin or the fact that her small breasts were exquisitely sensitive.
She was his prize…his princess…and he was grateful for her generosity in allowing him to be with her.
He straddled her thighs, then bent over and pushed her hair away from the back of her neck. Then he kissed the tender curve and felt her catch her breath.
“That tickles,” she whispered. “But in a good way. Don’t stop.”
If he had his way, he would never stop, he thought as he kissed and nibbled and licked down her spine.
He ran his hands along her sides, the long, smooth strokes a counterpoint to the shivery touch of his mouth and tongue.
When he reached her waist, he shifted so that he could lick the backs of her knees.
She started suddenly and gave a tiny scream.
He pinned her with his greater weight and strength so she could only wriggle but not escape.
“Jim, please.”
“Stop?”
“No. Never. I want…” He gently bit her rear and her breath caught. Her sentence died in an exhale of delight. “What are you doing to me?”
Making you mine. But he didn’t say that. He just turned her over and went to work on her ankles.
From toes to thighs, he touched and licked and kissed until she was tossing her head and begging him to stop, not to stop, to please just touch her there.
But he didn’t. He avoided the heat and sweetness of her, even though the very thought of it made him throb.
If she even brushed against him, he would have exploded against her, spilling himself like a seventeen-year-old boy.
Tasting and smelling her, learning what made her moan and cry out and sigh was the most perfect experience of his life.
He wanted to know all of her. He wanted to know her better than anyone ever had before.
He wanted to learn the details, the tiny, nearly insignificant things that would make her come apart in his arms.
When he’d discovered all he could about her legs, he shifted so he could kiss her mouth.
As his lips pressed against hers, she wrapped her arms around him and hauled him close.
She was insistent. She attacked, plunging inside him, nipping him, pulling him closer and slipping one leg between his so she could rub herself against his thigh.
She was wet and hot and all things wonderful. He wanted to bury himself inside her right then, but it was too soon. He wanted more for her.
So he broke the kiss and licked his way down to her belly, then lower to the dark blond curls, damp and glistening with desire. Her legs fell open in anticipation.
“I in no way take responsibility for anything I’m about to say,” she said, her voice low and breathless. “I know it’s going to be incredible. Just please catch me when I fall.”
“Always,” he promised, and pressed his tongue against her most sensitive point.
Her upper body came up off the bed and she gave a strangled moan.
He loved that tiny place, circling it, licking around it in a slowly steady rhythm.
She tasted salty and sweet, so uniquely herself.
He could feel the muscles in her legs clenching and unclenching.
It was as if he was connected to her and could feel what she felt.
He knew how fast, how often, and even before she thought how much she would like it, he slipped a single finger inside her and pressed up.
He stroked her from the inside with a rhythm matching what he did with his tongue.
The response was instant. Her entire body clenched, then released in a series of spasms as she climaxed.
Her feminine core clamped down on his fingers, contracting over and over, drawing him in, massaging him.
He continued to lick that tiny bud, moving faster and lighter until she sagged back against the bed in consummate surrender.
When she was finally still, he moved until he was next to her. She turned into his arms and he held her close. Several more shudders rippled through her and she breathed his name with each one.
“Not bad,” she said at last.
He chuckled. “Now there’s an endorsement. Would you be willing to say it was nice?”
“Very nice. It was as if you knew what I was feeling even before I did, then responded to that.”
“I did.”
He hoped she wouldn’t ask him to explain it because he didn’t have any answers. It had never happened to him before and he doubted it would happen again.
Her warm hand brushed against his chest and moved lower until she encircled him. She propped her chin on his shoulder and looked into his face. “I want to do to you what you did to me. The kissing all over your body, the touching. It was incredible. But I read this article.”
He was having trouble concentrating on her words, especially when her fingers were teasing the top of his erection, circling around the sensitive head and running up and down the length. “Uh-huh.”
“The article said that once a man thinks he’s going to have sex, all he cares about is his…” She paused delicately. “His, well, organ being inside the woman. That if there is any foreplay for him, it’s this voice in his head screaming, ‘Touch it, touch it, touch it.’ Is that true?”
Despite how much he wanted to be inside her, he had to grin. “That about sums it up.”
She sighed. “I was afraid of that. So I won’t bother with all that unnecessary kissing and nibbling. I’ll just tell you that I want you inside me right now.”
She turned toward her nightstand and pulled out a condom, then opened the package. He fumbled with the protection, his need making his fingers tremble. Then she was on her back with her legs spread and he was entering her, nearly gasping at her wet heat and the way he fitted her so perfectly.
His tension increased by the second. “I’m too close,” he gasped.
“It’s okay. Just go for it.”
Her choice of words made him smile. “Not yet.”
Even though his entire body screamed in protest, he pulled out of her and rubbed himself against her pleasure point.
Her breath caught instantly. She pulled her knees back, and when he slipped she moved him so that his steady strokes hit just the right spot.
Then she was pushing him inside her. As he entered, he felt the first ripple of her release.
“I’m coming,” she breathed against his mouth as he ducked his head to kiss her. “Every time you move inside me. It’s too wonderful. I can’t do this for very long.”
“That’s not going to be a problem.”
Her spasms added to the friction. Tiny massages accompanied every thrust. Less than a minute later, he came in an explosion so incredibly powerful that he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but be in her and feel every cell in his body shudder with the experience.
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