reaching the back of her knee and cocking her leg high.
He lowered his head and pressed his mouth against hers, while his hand skimmed back up to bracket her jaw within his wide palm. Stephen didn’t just kiss her. He devoured her. His mouth demanded while his hand positioned her head for his ravaging. He tasted of barely leashed strength, of desire, and a spicy note of pent-up arousal.
Ripping his mouth aside, Stephen leaned back to look at her, his gaze trailing heat until, in a slow, deliberate motion, his hand found her right breast. Her nipple peaked beneath his touch, a hard knot of pleasure that grew tighter as his fingers closed around it and tugged gently, pulling and pinching until a whimper of pleasure leaked from her throat.
A strained huff of breath hissed between his teeth and he abandoned her breast to lower his hand to the hem of her skirt, before settling his palm against the cluster of curls hidden beneath a prim pair of white panties. She bucked toward his hand, and a low growl of satisfaction rumbled in his chest when he discovered the hint of betraying moisture between her legs. Crushing her mouth in another ferocious kiss, he curled his hand to cup her, his expert fingers delving beneath the cotton underwear.
She gasped and squirmed, the sweet torture of his touch climbing until he parted her flesh and stroked her with a delicate brush of his finger. She shuddered and then froze, every nerve coiling up tight. Her lungs seized, light gathered at the edges of her vision, and if she hadn’t already been horizontal she would have crumpled to the mattress with nothing more than a moan. He laughed with a confident huff of sound and simply stroked deeper, spreading her to his expert touch while his mouth ravaged hers.
“I want to kiss you there,” he breathed against her lips.
Heat flooded her as a frisson of pleasure rocketed through her womb. She pressed up against him while deep, deep within, she shuddered and trembled and wept. A single fingertip explored her with leisurely, focused intent, mimicking the rhythm of lovemaking while firing her desire for more.
More. He skirted the opening to her body, advancing and retreating, until she bit her lips and chased his hand with small, desperate nudges of her hips. Her body shuddered when his clever fingers skimmed the tiny, tight bud of sensation hidden within. Tremors claimed her limbs and she arched back into the mattress and clung to his shoulders, hanging on tight while an unbearable tension built and built and built.
“Tell me you want this,” he rasped, his low voice a hum of demand beneath the roar of her pulse.
“I …”
“Tell me you want more.”
He removed his hand and frustrated need clawed through her body.
He held her chin with his long fingers and forced her to look at him. “Tell me.”
Desperate now, she nodded within his palm, clinging to him and drawing him close with both hands.
“Yes?” he demanded, his touch still hovering an eternity away.
“Yes!” she gasped, pressing her breasts against his chest and cocking her pelvis toward his elusive hand.
She no longer cared about logic or reason. Everything had vanished beneath the burning need for release. Her second thoughts and caution were as elusive as mist. She didn’t care what happened afterward. She didn’t care about the future. As long as he didn’t stop, she’d give him anything.
A delicious quiver stole over her limbs and contracted within her belly as she felt his fingertip return home and dip a fraction of an inch inside her. “Yes.”
He withdrew to circle the entrance to her body, and then slid the full length of his finger inside. Each long, deep stroke brought her closer to the brink of rapture. Her head drifted to the side and her eyes closed while a coil of pleasure twisted so tight she thought she’d faint. Or scream. Or maybe even die. Shaking now, she felt a cluster of moans back up in her throat while she struggled for control.
Oh … The one finger turned to two and his thumb resumed its torturous teasing. Circling. Teasing. The delicious dance of his touch against her flesh made sparks ignite behind her eyes. Helpless before him, her hips thrust hungrily toward his hand, drawing him back from each retreat with greedy clamps of her inner muscles.
“Kiss me,” she panted, reaching to pull his head down to hers. She needed the taste of him, the pressure of