Tempest - Kris Michaels Page 0,48

eviscerated with need he dropped a knee on the bed, waiting like a deprived animal famished for its next meal.

The material peeled down and down. The expanse of ivory skin she revealed left him panting. She lay down and arched her hips. "Help me."

Fuck yes. He was on the bed and straddling her calves in a heartbeat. A gentle tug extricated the material from under her hips. Oh, damn. She was beautiful. Her soft mound was covered in dark blonde hair, natural and beautiful. He eased the material off her legs careful to replace her foot on the pillow.

Now centered between her legs, he lost the battle and dropped down, easing her injured foot onto his back. She shifted onto her elbows and licked her lips. Fuck, she was hungry, too. He licked a trail from her inner thigh to her sex. Her body shuddered at the slightest caress of his tongue. He kissed her inner thigh and repeated the trail to her core again. This time, he spread her and lapped at her swollen flesh, indulging in her taste.

Her grip in his hair tightened and her soft sounds became louder as he targeted the tight pearl at the top of her flesh. The muscles of her legs flexed and bore down against his shoulders, the pressure increased with each pass of his tongue. Her thighs trembled and her body arched against his mouth. Her orgasm inflamed his almost compulsive yearning. He braced above her and reached toward the nightstand. Her hand on his arm stilled him instantly. "I'm on birth control."

He moved back above her. "Are you sure? I know I can't give you anything."

"Nor I you. Take me. Now." Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she tugged him down for another breath-stealing kiss. He centered himself and slowly rocked into her heat. He moved away from her mouth when he slipped in, seating himself deep inside her. "Oh, God." He dropped his head to her shoulder and, as if she knew what he needed, her legs rose to cradle him as her arms slipped to his back, grounding him in this moment. Their connection, one he'd imagined for years, blew his fantasies out of the water. She was exquisite in her sensuality. He kissed her collarbone and slid away only to move back inside her again. He groaned; the sensations too vibrant to endure in silence. Her breath hitched, sighed, and hitched again. Fingernails dug into his back, and her soft frame arched under him as her legs constricted around him. Her body grabbed his cock. Fluttering contractions immobilized his hips and shattered him. Red and white blotches formed behind his eyes as he struggled to keep his weight off her and breathe at the same time.

He had to think for a moment before he rolled, ensuring he wouldn't touch her injured foot. When his cock, sated, slipped from her, he rolled her with him and tucked her into his side.

Her fingers threaded through the hair on his chest. Petting, touching, just being, they lay there for long minutes without speaking. He kissed the top of her head. The crown of her head tipped back, and those blue eyes sparkled up at him. She pushed her body closer and whispered, "I'd like to do that again."

"I think it can be arranged." He dropped a kiss on her upturned lips and rolled her onto her back again. He didn't need any more encouragement.

Her body quaked under the onslaught of his touch. She'd had lovers before but none who mattered. None were important; none had a connection. The sex had been functional, utilitarian, and completely forgettable. Not with him. Not with Luke. He worshiped her body as if she were something special. His reverence and restraint were tinged with a hunger which made them both shake with anticipation. He carefully moved her, always making sure her foot was out of the way of his long, long limbs. On her hands and knees now, she felt him place a pillow under her foot before his hands found her hips. He leaned down and kissed his way up her back, vertebra by vertebra. As he folded over her, the arm which wasn't supporting him snaked around her, and his fingers found her clit. He entered her slowly and the pressure of his fingers echoed the languid strokes and soft kisses to her neck and shoulders. She arched her back as he slid forward, and they both sighed.

She looked back at him.