at his hair, insisting, “Kiss me.”
“I will,” he said, prying her fingers from his thick curls and biting the heel of her hand before he slid down and rained kisses on her ribs, her stomach, her jutting hipbones.
She was trembling, shaking with anticipation. Weak.
He set the softest, sweetest kiss on her inner thigh. She nearly screamed.
“What’s wrong, beautiful?” he teased. But as he looked up at her, the lust in his gaze hit her like a punch.
Her breath left her so quickly she was dizzy, and the heat flooding her loins redoubled. The ache there intensified as he took his sweet time playing his tongue into the crease of her knee and along her calf, biting her instep, making her wait and wait and wait.
When he caught his hands in her suit, dragging it off her hips and down her legs, she lifted to help.
Naked, she gave a slow thrash against the covers, all of her so completely afire by his hot gaze roaming over her, she barely felt the wet patches beneath her.
With one hand, he held his length in a restrictive fist. His other caressed her calf to her thigh to the crease of her hip, spreading her legs wider, gaze unabashedly drinking her in.
Her stomach quivered in nervous reaction. She glanced at the windows surrounding them, noted the doors to the deck and jet tub were still wide open.
“Someone might see us,” she gasped.
“No one will come. Except you.” He set a smile that turned into a kiss against her inner knee. “And me.” He kissed his way up to her mound.
She spoke his name on a sob. A plea.
“I missed this.” His touch parted her and his tongue swept through her folds, making her whole body jerk at the streak of lightning that shot through her. He made a reassuring noise and set a steadying hand on her stomach. “Tell me hard or soft,” he murmured, curling his other arm around her thigh as he began to make love to her with his mouth.
She could only groan helplessly. Her hand tangled in his hair while wet heat built. Her thighs closed of their own accord, the ministrations of his mouth causing sensations so intense they were nearly unbearable.
She had missed this, too. So much. When he ignored her plea that he fill her, she abandoned herself to the pleasure he was determined to bestow. She gave in to the quivering tension building in her stomach. Abandoned herself to the growing waves of keening joy.
Suddenly a shuddering climax had her lifting her hips and muffling her cries with the back of her wrist. It was so good she could have wept.
Was he arrogant in his triumph when he rose over her? Hell, yes. He looked her over from hairline to the soles of her feet, missing none of the trembling, vanquished aftermath he had caused.
Did she care that he wore barbaric satisfaction like an aura? Not one iota. She was too sated. Yet empty. Yearning.
“Do I need a condom?” His voice was such a deep growl it might have originated from the middle of the earth. Like an element. Iron. Or gold.
She nodded jerkily.
He sent her a look of amused mock terror as he reached into the nightstand. “There better be one in here.”
There was. Seconds later, he settled over her and they both sighed at the press of their damp skin, like the sizzle on a hotplate.
And even though she was dying for him to thrust into her, he kissed her until she was lifting her hips against his hardness again. Inviting him.
He lightly bit her earlobe and said, “Tell me how much.” The wide crest of his tip pressed against her sensitized flesh, stretching her with a pinch she hadn’t realized she’d missed. It stung a little, but she arched to make it easy for him. He sank all the way in with one slow, inexorable thrust, until they were meshed to the depths of their flesh and she could feel his very heartbeat within her.
She could have died then, her sense of fulfilment was so complete.
They kissed, unmoving, his restraint making him shake as he passionately devoured her mouth. Sweet curls of renewed desire grew in coils of increasing tension, prompting her to wrap her arms and legs around him, wanting him deeper. Wanting to stay like this, linked and still. Indelible.
Eventually he shifted, and the small movement awakened her to the exquisite pleasures awaiting both of them.
“This,” she groaned under his first lazy