kiss that turned her legs to sand. The kiss was a masterful combination of heat and rising desire. Leaving her lips, he kissed his way down her throat to the bared scented skin above the low-cut top of the gown. Hands filled with the rustling burgundy silk covering her hips, he fit her possessively against his hardness. “Feel what you do to me.”
She ran an equally possessive hand over his length, savoring the power her body had over his and the growl he uttered in response to her caresses. “Dinner’s ready. Do you want to eat first?”
“Yes.” He pushed the top of the gown aside and took a bare nipple in his mouth. Her grin slid into a high-pitched croon that ruffled the silence. He feasted and lust sparked in her blood like tiny lightning bolts. Exposing the other breast, he helped himself. Her head dropped back and the world went hazy.
Moving his lips to her ear, he whispered, “Go over to your fancy couch, raise this fancy dress, and spread your gorgeous legs—wide. You owe me for saying you love me and then driving away.”
Heat, hot as the desert sun, rushed through her. Undaunted, she ran her hand over his hardness and boldly undid the buttons on the placard of his trousers. Freeing him from his inner clothing, she wrapped her fingers around his strong, warm girth, asking teasingly, “Am I being punished?”
Eyes closed, and rising to her wicked ministrations, he replied, “In the best way, but only if I don’t die first.”
Smiling, she walked to the sofa, turned to face him, and slowly raised the yards of burgundy silk to her waist. Gaze locked with his, she paused to let him see she was wearing nothing beneath but her stockings and rhinestone-studded garters. He stroked himself in reaction, whispering, “Scandalous woman.”
She made herself comfortable and spread her legs. “Wide enough?”
“Wider.”
The lust in the room and in his voice was thick. She complied, then slid a finger between her damp folds. “You’ve made me very wet, Garrett McCray. Come look and see.”
“I prefer to come lick and see.”
Spring shivered with the promise he exuded. “You’re way too good at this.”
“Part of the art.”
“One day you’ll have to tell me where you learned this.”
He knelt in front of her, gently fit her hips in his hands, and eased her closer to the sofa’s edge. “A gentleman never tells.” After gifting her with a long kiss, he ran his hands languidly up and down her firm thighs before placing his lips gently against each sparkling garter. “You ready to take your punishment?” He slipped a finger into her core and then a second. She tightened and moaned. “Yes.”
And he began with touches and licks and a magic display of art that soon had her hips rising. He feasted; she gasped passionately. He told her all the wicked things he had in store for later, and she was certain she’d die from the pleasuring. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to build and rise inside like a sensual mountain. He made her mindless, whimper, grab his head, twist and turn, and when he gave her a tiny but fiery little bite on the nub at the apex of her thighs, the mountain shattered and she screamed his name loud enough to be heard by the stars in the night sky.
Driven by their rising passion, they made love all over the cabin; on her dining table, in the tub where they’d gone to clean up, and then in his bed. And for each encounter Spring used her sponges. As they lay together by the light of the turned-down lamp in the aftermath of yet another round, he said softly, “If I was a wealthy man, I’d give you rubies to thread in your hair. Put diamonds on each fingertip and garnets on your toes.” Swirling his finger lightly over her navel, he murmured, “And here, I’d put a sapphire.”
Spring’s heart soared in response to his tender words.
“I’d drape you in jewels, because you are my jewel, Spring Rain.”
She whispered, “You don’t have to say those kinds of things to me, Garrett.”
“They’re not to you. They’re for me. It’s how I feel. It’s a declaration, a statement, a truth.”
His eyes met hers in the glow of the lamp. “You are diamond-hard in mind and spirit. You glow inside with the fire of rubies. And you’re as vibrant as a sapphire when we make love.”