Midnight Hero - By Diana Duncan Page 0,103
swirled again.
Con studied her face. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” The moment had quickly passed, was quickly forgotten. Wrapped in a sensual haze, she struggled to form a coherent thought. “Why?”
He withdrew his fingers, but his thumb continued the spiraling pleasure. “I just…made it easier for you later.”
“Oh.” Talking was becoming extremely difficult. As was thinking. “You’re so sweet.”
“Sweet?” Her hips rocked involuntarily under his hand, and a slow smile curved his sensual mouth. “What happened to sexy?”
What he was doing felt incredible. Her limbs trembled, and her breath rasped in short, hard gasps. “Sexy? Definitely. Yes.”
He increased the pace, and her entire body went rigid, suspended on the verge of something wonderful.
“Go over for me, baby,” Con murmured.
“Yes.” She wanted to. Her body shuddered with wave after wave of sweet release. Con kissed her, giving her his essence, his breath. His hand slowed, drawing out the sensations. Like a warm, tropical ocean, desire retreated, advanced, never completely disappearing.
Con’s hand teased and coaxed, and passion again spiraled. An intolerable emptiness inside her begged for fulfillment. The need for him thrummed in her blood. “I want you,” she demanded against his mouth. “All of you.”
“Milady’s wish is my command.” His knee parted her thighs, the slight rasp of hair sending a thrill through her nerve endings. The length of him slid tantalizingly along her center. His blunt heat pressed against her, then slowly pushed inward. Filling her with himself. Filling her with awe. Wonder. Happiness. “I didn’t know,” she gasped.
His hands clasped hers on the pillow beside her head and he linked his fingers with hers. They lay joined, palm to palm, heartbeat to heartbeat, soul to soul. “What, darlin’?”
“I never guessed. I never could have imagined how complete in every way I would feel with you inside me.” Physically and emotionally.
He groaned. “I imagined it. But the fantasy didn’t even come close to reality.” He kissed her. “I love you, Bailey.”
“I love you, too, Con.”
He began to move and she lost all ability to reason.
She held his gaze, wrapped in the miraculous cloak of his love. He took her up, higher than she ever thought possible. Together, they danced on the sun’s fiery surface. Flames blazed inside her, hot and bright. The flames grew stronger and more powerful with each rhythmic thrust, until they burst into an inferno inside her. With Con’s glowing brown gaze embracing hers, she exploded into a thousand brilliant particles of light.
Con’s fingers tightened on hers, his gaze dark, intense. He hastened the rhythm, spinning her even higher. “Again, darlin’.”
The second peak hit her almost instantaneously. Swamped in ecstasy, she was dimly aware of Con’s body shuddering on top of hers, of him shouting her name in completion. She didn’t know where her joy ended and his began. They were one body. One spirit.
Forged into an inseparable bond.
Con lurched back to awareness. Or maybe regained consciousness, he wasn’t sure which. He was still inside Bailey, with his face buried in her neck. Still gasping for breath. Still tingling from forehead to toenails.
Her dazed blue eyes blinked up at him. He brushed damp, tangled curls from her temple. “Are you all right?”
“Mmm. Absolutely. You?”
“I think I levitated off the bed at one point, but yeah.”
Holding her gently, he kissed her, murmuring words of praise and endearment. She belonged to him, now. For all eternity. She slid her arms around his neck, and they rested, not speaking, but connected in the most elemental way. Forever united.
After a while, Bailey stirred. “Con?” A question shimmered in her low voice. She looked up at him, her face open and trusting in the flickering firelight.
God, he loved her so much. If she asked him to chop off an arm, he’d head for the knife drawer in the kitchen. “Yes, sweetheart?”
“Um. I…about that list…” She whispered in his ear.
The part of him that he’d thought down for the count eagerly rose to the occasion with a leap of exhilaration. He grinned at her. “Milady, your every wish is definitely my command!”
Sometime later—a long time later if he wagered a guess—he gently disengaged and rolled to one side, taking Bailey with him. Her luscious lips tilted, a slow lazy smile of perfect contentment, and his heart fisted. He wanted to see her this happy every day for the rest of his life.
The rest of his life. The thought slammed into him. Argh! He’d done everything ass-backwards. He’d meant to ask Bailey to marry him before making love to her. But when she’d propositioned him—both