Impulsion (Station 32 #1)(65)
Feeling that pause, her eyes opened to meet his for a long second, then she watched them fall to her body, felt him easing away under the lace and cotton around her waist.
Harley had always thought that Wyatt’s touch felt like velvet; smooth, warm, inviting. But she had never known how erotic his gaze was, watching him watch her, seeing that intensity, a balanced control that she always knew was only barely being held in check.
When his hand slipped within the heat of her, a breath of air rushed from her lips. Those ice blue eyes glided across her body, finally meeting her stare.
She moved against him, let her eyes close when the sensation demanded a soft moan; that was the instant she felt his hot kiss across her chest, when she felt his body edge closer to hers. Her hands moved across his face, caressing him as his lips lavished her flesh, before sliding down his shoulders, exploring everything she could reach.
That reach became more and more shallow, his lips were easing down her body. She had felt herself building, reaching for the cliff that she had not felt since the last time she was with him, so feeling his fingers vanish from her flesh almost hurt, but that erotic pain was never felt, there wasn’t a chance; his lips on her flesh not only eased that pain but seemed to intensify it all at once.
That sharp edge, that cliff that she had craved to feel again erupted all at once. She could feel waves of energy bursting off her, heard the sound come from her throat. Her body was numb as he pulled her hips even closer, as his kiss gained power. Her skin began to glisten; she was hot and cold all at once, felt everything, sensed everything, and only wanted more, nearly demanded more.
Slowly, he turned her. She felt his lips meet the base of her back, his fingers sliding within once more. The rhythm of his slow, wet kisses eased up her back. When they reached her neck, she leaned back, pressing her back to his front. For an instant, his hand moved across her body as he dared to rock with her.
That climb, that build, it was burning its way back through Harley, unleashing her. She turned in his arms, claimed his lips while her hands moved down his chest, only to reach for the rim of his jeans and push down. As she took him in her hands, she broke her kiss, just so her gaze could fall to her touch.
Hearing his fast breaths, watching his stomach tense was empowering to Harley. She moved her body with her touch. At first he gave her that control, almost relaxed into it, but then he reached for her hand, rolled her to her back, gently pinning that arm above her head.
Harley caught his stare once more, moved her legs around him. As her hand fluttered down his side, he let go of the arm he had pinned but pulled it between them. Together, holding each other’s stare, they moved their bodies into one.
Harley’s breath hitched. It didn’t hurt, but she could feel her body taking him in, felt how it had to find a way to adjust.
The gaze that Wyatt was raining down on her seemed to change, almost as if a hint of wonder had surfaced.
Her hands moved to his face, pulled him into a kiss. That was when he moved, moved deep, when whatever kiss she wanted to give him turned into a gasping breath. After that instant, the rhythm filled with unbridled passion took over, a fight for control that they would only surrender to for a moment or two.
When she felt his body tense, felt him slow down as a breath burst from his lips, a gasping smile came to her face. His lips caught hers once more, but he didn’t stop his rock; he pressed a little harder, moved to the side, moved his lips to her neck as his hand found her chest. That was the moment she found the cliff once more, when she felt her body flex around his, waves of energy pulsing their bodies together. His arms grew weak, and he fell gently to her side, pulling her hips with his, not willing to let them part until he had no other choice.
Chapter Fourteen
Somewhere in the numbing aftershock of that erotic rush, Wyatt had drifted to sleep, still clinging to Harley. It was like his body had relaxed for the first time in years. He felt a dazing calm that allowed him to sleep like he hadn’t in years.
The sound of the shower woke him. At first he thought it was all a dream, like all the ones he had wished to come true before.
He found Harley in the master bath, standing in the center of the oval tub. At first he just watched. Her eyes were closed as her fingertips lathered that long hair that at times he would swear was pure silk. She had the body of an athlete; long, lean muscles, not a flaw that he could or would acknowledge. So much youth, strength, power.
He couldn’t help himself as he moved inside that shower, let his hands glide through the soap that was sliding down her body, smiled when he heard her sigh, when he could see her body start to respond to his touch. He was sure he could stare at her for the rest of his life and always find something new to fascinate him.
Seeing the hunger in her eyes as she turned to face him caught him off guard at first. Somehow between before and now, this girl had learned to be an erotic lover. He wanted to tell himself it was just them, that if she had never left this farm this was the sensation he and Harley could have found. He could even swear to himself that just before, just as they became one, there was next to no chance there had been anyone that held her.
Once again, those thoughts faded as her lips moved down his chest, his stomach—as her lips, that kiss, made him forget his own name for a moment. He felt himself building toward a carnal cliff of passion that he wanted to share with her, only her. He pulled her back to his lips, wrapped her legs around him, and sank into her, riding that wave of passion together until he felt her body clasp around him, until he felt an unmistakable vibration of energy wave through her body as a gasp of breath coupled with a moan that was music to his ears burst from her swollen lips.