freed the buttons that marched from his collar to his groin and brushed her lips softly against each patch of skin she bared—his collarbone, his strong hair-dappled chest. She flicked her tongue against each flat nipple and bit them gently. Noting he had his head back and his eyes closed as her hands circled his sculpted frame filled her with a power that sent her passion even higher. Lowering herself to her knees, she freed her prize and flicked her tongue over the round head. His hiss was like music to her ears. After a few well-placed licks that made the muscles of his legs clinch in response, she eased him into her mouth and showed him her own art. As she worked, he slowly shucked out of the top half of the suit and once he was bared to the waist, she flicked her tongue against his navel and pulled the garment down to his knees. She moved her hands over the strong, steely muscles of his buttocks and fed on him with such purposeful intent, he grabbed her head to guide her movements, rocking his hips with erotic response. Groaning, he pulled free and stepped back. His harsh breathing made her smile. When she met his blazing eyes, he crooked a finger at her and she rose. “Yes?” she asked innocently. She rid herself of the buckskins pooled at her ankles and closed the short distance between them. He pulled her to him and kissed her intensely.
Moving to the bed, they continued, while outside the thunder boomed and the lightning flashed. She again allowed him the honor of inserting her sponge and he rewarded her by spreading her legs wide to pay a tribute so filled with art, the wicked licks made her explode and scream out his name. Rising up, he teased a finger over the damp, swollen bud and smiled into her passion-lidded eyes. “You want more?”
Her hips rose to meet the rhythm set by his continuing teasing circles, and she said breathlessly, “You’re so damn good at this, McCray.”
He slid two fingers inside her and she crooned passionately. Stroking his fingers languidly in and out, he leaned down to whisper against her ear, “And you’re so damn alluring, I want to taste every inch of you . . .”
Spring wrapped her hand possessively around the part of him that she’d given her own lusty tribute to and he husked out, “Lord, woman.” She smiled and sat up. Kissing him, she tasted herself on his lips and maneuvered herself in front of him. “Let me ride.”
He lay back. She straddled him, and as she impaled herself, she watched pleasure close his eyes. Raising herself up until only the tip of his shaft remained sheathed, she teased him that way again and again, until he growled, clamped his hands on her waist, and set a pace that was both rough and delicious. “You are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
She met him measure for measure, enjoying the rawness, his growls, and the lust that pierced her like shards of lightning. When completion came amidst the answering springs of the bed, she again cried out his name while he emptied himself with a lusty roar. And when they were done, they melted into each other’s passion-damp arms, hearts racing.
Later, after sharing the tub and having dinner, they sat nestled together on her fancy sofa, watching the crackling fire and listening to the patter of the rain against the windows.
“You should know that once I go home and take care of some things, I’m probably coming back.”
She rose up and studied his face. “Why?”
“I’m thinking of making Paradise my home.”
Spring wasn’t sure how she felt about that. One part of herself embraced the idea. Other parts were concerned about the reasons.
He continued, “A bit has to do with you, but it’s mostly because I like the freedom I find here. Porter James has offered me a job, so I’ll be able to make a living. I’d eventually look into buying a small plot of land and building me a house.”
She thought about the implications. “I’m not looking to marry, Garrett.”
“Not expecting that. I’m content with whatever we’re calling this for as long as it lasts. If it comes undone, I’ll still want to set my life here.”
Their eyes met and she said quietly, “I just wanted to make that clear.”
“I understand. I’m not putting any expectations on you or the future.”