Forever My Love (Berkeley-Faulkner #2)(46)

“I can’t believe you did that,” she whispered, rub-bing her cheek against his shoulder.

I told you I’d make you happy,” he murmured, Hiding his hands in the long, glossy skeins of her hair. “That was just the beginning.”

“I want to make you happy,” she said, playing shyly with the fur on his chest and inching upward to kiss the base of his throat.

‘I intend to be.” He rolled over with her in a lithe movement, pressing her onto her back. A bright gleam of gold caught Mira’s eye as a medallion on a heavy chain hung from Alec’s neck. The coin-shaped object fell to the pillow and slid downward to the mattress as

Alec’s head bent over her. She remembered having seen the medallion around his neck before, and began to ask him about it, when her attention was abruptly diverted. His fingertips were skimming over her body, stirring up new fires, awakening her response once more with sensual artistry. “You’re very small,” he said, his mouth so close to her that she could feel the whispery touch of his words against her lips. “It’s going to hurt… hell, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t care,” she said throatily. “I don’t care at all

.1 like everything you do… everything ...”

He teethed the peaks of her br**sts lightly, then lavished them with feathery strokes of his lips and tongue, and Mira’s nails dug into the mattress.”You don’t have to be so still,” Alec murmured, nuzzling the hollow of her throat. “You can touch me.”

“Where should I… ?”

“Anywhere you want to. I like everything you do.”

Carefully she slid her small hands around his back, from his deeply muscled shoulders to his lean waist. His skin was silken to the touch, stretched tautly over hard muscles. “So strong,” she said, nearly awed by the power of his body. “You’re so handsome…”

“I’d hoped you would think so,” he replied with a heart-stopping smile. “It makes your seduction that much easier.”

“My seduction? I thought I was seducing you.” Cu-riously her fingers wandered down the firmly indented line in his back, dipping into the slight hollows of his spine.

“You are.” Alec shivered and drew a quick, disturbed breath. Encouraged, Mira continued to explore the broad surface of his back, and her oval fingernails scraped delicately across his skin, just under his shoulder blades. “Yes,” he said with a betraying tremor in his voice, “if you keep that up, I just might let you have your way with me.”

Mira smiled, delighted by her newfound power to arouse him. With growing confidence she caressed him, giving herself liberties to touch him wherever her impulse dictated. She swirled her fingertips through the silky black hair on his chest, brushed her thumbs j across the points of his small, flat ni**les, let her ‘t hands splay across the powerful cage of his ribs and the steely muscles of his abdomen.

Suddenly she paused in indecision. “Is there any place,” she asked hesitantly, “that it is not right to touch?”

“No,” he said softly, understanding exactly what she was asking. “If you want to… here, give me your hand and I’ll show you—”

“No, let me touch you… on my own… It me…” Cautiously her hands alighted on the bold thrust of his manhood. She was nervous, and as he felther cool, trembling fingers gently encircle him, Alec groaned. No sensation of pleasure or pain had ever made his knees go weak and his head spin like this. He was hard and throbbing with agony as she caressed him slowly. Her dainty palm stroked down the length of him, then up again, her fingers touched the velvet lightly, and as she lifted her face to his, his mouth ered hers. Groaning her name, he thrust once, e, against her exquisitely tender hands. Heady sensations flooded over her: the supple artistry of his lips, the sleek power of his masculinity in her palms, the feverish longing of her own body. Shifting slightly, she felt moist heat gathering between her legs, and she began to shake as he spread her knees wide with his own. Passionately she wound her arms around his neck, her head tilting to accommodate his deep kisses.

Taking care not to crush her, Alec lowered his body to hers, his chest pressing into the fullness of her reasts, his elbows braced on either side of her head. the was surrounded by the massive cage of his arms and chest, her nostrils filled with the virile male scent of him. The searing heat of his manhood nestled in the cradle between her thighs. They both inhaled at the electrifying contact of na**d flesh, their abdomens contracting and then pressing together in one simultaneous breath.

“Alec…” Mira said, a faint question in her voice. He stared down at her, stroking the straying hair off her forehead with his fingertips.

“What?”

“Don’t wait any longer.”

Mis eyes gleamed oddly as he looked at her. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised huskily.

Mira clenched her hands into small fists that tightened against his back as she felt a hard, insistent pressure between her legs. He eased into her body slowly, but as the languid slide began, she gasped indistress. The fusion of his large form to her slim, delicate one was not easy, and her teeth caught at her lower lip to keep in a small cry of pain. Instinctively she moved to escape the demanding thrust, but the shifting of her h*ps only helped him to push deeper. Her body struggled to accommodate him, rending, expanding, widening, yet still he thrust further until he was sheathed within her. Alec buried his face in her hair for a moment, stunned by the incredible sweetness of her flesh tightening around him. Aware of her discomfort, he murmured soothing words against her temple.