him again.
But he didn’t look exactly the same. When he pushed his jeans past his hips, his arousal sprang free. He was a lot larger than she anticipated, hard and ready. Despite the flicker of fear that raced through her, she was glad. At least she knew he wanted her, too.
Without speaking, he lay down beside her. There wasn’t enough light from the candles for her to be able to see his expression, but she felt his warmth. He leaned over her, trapping her arms between them. He raised up, pulled her arms free and drew them around his neck. Then he bent down and kissed her.
The touch of his lips was electric. Hot, sparking sensations shot through her body, clear to her toes. Her fingers curled into his hair and she felt the silky brown strands slipping against her skin.
He moved his mouth slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. As if nothing existed but them and the night and the storm. She supposed she should be nervous and appalled at her own behavior. She would be. Later. For now there was only this man.
He raised his head and smiled at her. She smiled back. Bare legs brushed. Shivers raced from each point of contact and collected in her breasts and between her thighs. Anticipation made her muscles contract.
He moved his chest back and forth. His sprinkling of hair tickled her breasts and made her nipples pucker. Then he bent his head lower and took one hardened tip in his mouth.
She sucked in her breath on a gasp. His lips caressed the taut point. His tongue traced erotic circles over and over again. He reached for her other breast, cupping her small curves, stroking the sensitive skin, tweaking her nipple into a tight bead.
She felt his hardness against her thigh. She longed to touch him but didn’t have the courage. Instead, she stroked his back and sides, reaching down to cup his rear, squeezing the firm, muscled flesh.
She touched his shoulders, then his long hair. Warm to cool. His scent invaded her. Her index finger traced his ear and the gold hoop.
He moved his mouth to her other breast, exchanging fingers for tongue and vice versa. Her heart rate increased and the pulse between her thighs grew more insistent. Her arms fell to her sides. She grasped at the satin comforter and held on. It had been too long. Her breasts were too sensitive. Just the feel of his hot breath, his tongue flicking over the nipples, making the tight points higher and tauter, sent her flying toward ecstasy. Her last conscious thought was that her fantasies about making love hadn’t even come close to the sensual magic of this moment.
Austin raised his head and looked at Rebecca’s face. Her eyelids closed and her mouth parted as she drew in more and more air. He felt her quivering response as he suckled her.
He slipped his hand lower, across the smooth skin of her flat belly to the dark curls below. Heat radiated from her. It would be so easy to bury himself inside her waiting warmth and just explode. However, as hard as he was, that explosion would occur in about three thrusts. Hardly enough to satisfy her. He wanted to feel her body ripple with satisfaction and watch her eyes slowly return to focus. He wanted to learn every inch of her. Only then would he take his own pleasure.
His finger sought and found her tight opening. He traced the entrance to paradise, making his stomach tighten in anticipation as her body thrust toward him.
The night made her pale skin glow as if iridescent. Despite his best intentions, his need throbbed heavily. Just looking at her and thinking about what he wanted to do was enough to send him close to the edge. He forced himself back.
He drew her nipple deeper into his mouth. At the same time, he sought out the tiny point of her pleasure. He touched it with the tip of his finger. She jumped. Slowly, carefully, he caressed that place, over and around, moving faster and lighter.
Her body quivered, her hips shifted beneath his hand, making it easy to find the rhythm that pleased her. He’d planned to bring her close, then take his time tending to every part of her before finally sending her over the edge. But when her breathing suddenly quickened and her muscles tensed, he knew he couldn’t stop.
He raised up on one elbow so he could watch her face. Her eyes opened, but she stared at him without seeing. Her pelvis thrust in time with his movements. Soft moans escaped her lips.
He could feel her tension and the promise of her release. His finger moved more quickly now. She spoke his name and was suddenly still. He rubbed her sweet spot once, twice, forcing her into the fiery explosion. He urged her on, touching gently, keeping pace with her, until she relaxed against his touch.
He looked at her. Perspiration coated her chest. She gasped for breath. Slowly her eyes focused on him. Another spasm caught her and her entire body trembled. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. He had to have her now.
He rose to his knees and positioned himself against her slick opening. She smiled welcomingly.
“Finally,” she whispered.
He closed his eyes as he eased himself inside. So damn tight and wet. He held on to her legs, struggling for control. He wanted to let go right away, but he didn’t. He couldn’t.
He was less than halfway in when he felt resistance. His mind tried to focus but his body wouldn’t let him. His need was overpowering. He flexed his hips and pressed on. The barrier resisted, then gave way. Against his palms, the muscles in her legs stiffened.
He stared down at her. Realization dawned and, with it, a sense of disbelief. Rebecca Chambers had been a virgin.
Austin tried to gather enough self-control to pull back. The flash of anger helped. What the hell kind of trick was she pulling, anyway?
Rebecca’s eyes opened and their gazes locked. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected to see there, but it wasn’t contentment and relief.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, and flexed her hips.
The unexpected movement sent him farther inside her. Involuntarily he arched into the pleasure.
“Damn you,” he muttered, digging his fingers into her thighs. “If you think I…”
She drew her knees back toward her chest, exposing herself to his gaze, making it easier for him to go deeper. Around his engorged organ her muscles rippled with an aftershock of her recent release. He sucked in his breath, fighting for control.
“Please,” she whispered. She raised her hands to his arms and gently stroked his skin. “Don’t stop.”
She moved her hips again. The awkward, inexperienced movement should have sent him running in the opposite direction. Unfortunately the throbbing between his legs had other plans. Pressure built rapidly. He gritted his teeth and sucked in his breath, then exhaled and gave up the war. The damage had already been done. It couldn’t get any worse.
He bent over her, placing his hands on either side of her shoulders. After pulling almost all the way out, he thrust in deeply. She arched toward him, her pelvis tilting in an exaggerated movement.
“Not so much,” he whispered, kissing her neck and ear. “It’s more of a rocking motion.”
She changed her rhythm instantly and
