A Price Worth Paying(44)

And she knew what he was seeking and her mouth went dry as he knelt with one knee on the bed and every drop of moisture in her body headed south.

He leaned over her, smoothing the tangle of her hair. ‘Suddenly I’m not the one who’s overdressed,’ he murmured and remedied that inequality with a smooth sweep of his hands that bared her totally to him. She revelled at his swift intake of air, before his mouth fell upon hers, his tongue plundering her mouth while his hands plundered her body, seeking treasure, giving pleasure. Spreading heat.

Every touch, every kiss, every stroke of skin against skin building the heat, so that she thought she would self-combust.

‘Alesander,’ she gasped when his fingers circled that tightly wound bud that seemed right now to be the centre of her existence.

‘I know,’ he said, lifting his mouth from her nipple, simultaneously soothing her with his words, only to build on her distress with his clever fingers and heated mouth.

But he didn’t know. He couldn’t, or surely he would do something. ‘Please!’ she begged, breathless and burning up in a firestorm that threatened to overwhelm her.

And he left her for a moment, a moment where air rushed in against her heated skin and she could catch her breath. A moment before he was back, his body poised over hers.

‘Tell me what you want,’ he said, stroking her sex more purposefully now, the tips of his fingers venturing inside, teasing her, driving her inner muscles wild.

Oh God, she thought, as momentarily relief evaporated in another heated surge. ‘I want you.’

He smiled. ‘Then you shall have me.’ He dipped his mouth to hers as their bodies touched in the most intimate of connections.

He was big. She had known that from her first touch. When his tip nudged her entrance and lingered there, she feared he was too big. She was determined he wouldn’t be. She was determined …

‘Open your eyes,’ he ordered, withdrawing from the kiss, ‘and look at me.’

She blinked her eyes open, confused. ‘Relax,’ he said, dipping his head to kiss her lightly on the mouth. ‘Relax and breathe.’

‘You’re so big. I don’t know if I can—’

‘Of course you can,’ he whispered on another light-as-air kiss to one hard nipple this time, as his fingers joined the gentle assault, working their magic again around that tiny bud of nerves.

She moaned at the sudden spike of pleasure and felt the pressure shift and deepen and closed her eyes, rolling her head back on the pillow.

‘No,’ he commanded. ‘Keep your eyes open.’

‘I can’t.’ Her protest was little more than a breath, the fever inside her mounting, the feeling of fullness inside her building as he edged inside her another delicious fraction. She gasped.

‘Open them! I want to see your eyes when you come.’

She fought the compulsion to close her eyes and go with the sensation and did as he commanded, panting hard, opening her eyes to his darkly intent gaze. His brow was slick with sweat, his features achingly tight, and the need she saw so clearly etched upon his straining face only magnified the pressure of what he was doing to her and how he felt inside her and she knew she was on the very cusp of losing herself.

‘Alesander,’ she gasped, her fingers curled into his muscled flesh before she tipped over the edge and with one final thrust he drove himself home.

Dios, she was tight! She exploded around him like fireworks, muscles contracting in the most intimate of massages, and it was all he could do to grit his teeth and hang on. He wasn’t ready for this to be over just yet.

He waited for her to wind down, whispering kisses over slick skin that glowed like satin in the moonlight. ‘Better now?’ he asked, his lips gliding over the shell-like curves of her ear. ‘Feeling more relaxed?’

She nodded. ‘Mmm,’ she murmured. ‘Lovely.’

‘Excellent,’ he said, slowly pulling back, waiting at the brink before powering back in. Her eyes opened—wide.

‘What are you doing?’ she asked as he drew back again.

‘Giving you more of what you want.’

‘Oh,’ she said, surprise and a little wonder turning to delight in her eyes. ‘Oh!’ she cried, as he plunged to the hilt inside her, groaning at the feel of her hot body, a tight sheath around him as he pumped. He would not last long like this. There was no way …

He heard her cry out, a wild sound of release, before his own was rent from him, the note raw and savage and wrenched from a place deep inside—some place he’d never known existed.