Second Chance Pass (Virgin River #5)(54)

“Look who’s talking,” she whispered back. “You came out of your jeans ready.”

“Vanni, I’ve been ready for hours. I tried a shower, a walk outside, a drink…”

She reached over to the bedside table for a condom, began taking it out of the foil, but she didn’t quite get the job done. His fingers on her, in her, his mouth on her neck and breast, it was almost more than she could take. She began to tremble and grabbed his wrist to pull his hand away. “Stop,” she whispered. “I’m already too close. Wait.”

“No,” he whispered back. “No waiting. Let go,” he told her. “It’s okay. Come for me. Hard and fast.” And he kept touching her, stroking her, moving against her while he kissed her.

She spiraled up and over the top instantly, cl**axing before she could even help with the condom. It was crunched in her clenched fist and she made a rather loud, growling moan and Paul covered her mouth as fast as he could, trying to muffle the sound under his lips, but he didn’t let her fall alone—he carried on with his rough caresses, taking her beyond pleasure. He continued until the storm was past and she collapsed, breathless beneath him, soft in his arms. The only fear he’d had was that for some reason he wouldn’t be able to do it for her—but he hadn’t even gotten started and she was gone. Off like a rocket. It thrilled him.

“Aw, baby,” he said. “That was special. You do that very well.”

“Whew,” she answered, weak. “I meant to wait for you.…”

He took the package out of her hand and applied the condom. “I should have known. You’re a fireball. Let’s have some more of that, huh? Let me in, baby. We’re not done.”

With a passionate sigh, she lifted her knees and he worked his way inside, slowly, easily, until she took all of him. “Paul,” she whispered, clutching him. “Paul…”

He rose above her and began to move, slowly, evenly, deeply. He had to cover her mouth with his because the sounds she made would give them away. He grinned down at her. “You’re a screamer, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He moved some more and his voice was hoarse, strained. “Do it again, Vanni. Give it up.” Then he covered her mouth again and pumped and she went out of her mind, over the moon, beyond the stars—and an explosion of pulsing pleasure that left her totally limp and completely spent. “That’s my girl. You are very good at that.…I am the luckiest man alive.”

“Paul,” she whispered weakly. “I can’t keep doing that without you. What are you waiting for?”

He pecked at her lips and she could feel his smile, she could feel his teeth. “Just once more, sweetheart, come on. It’s so good.”

“I can’t,” she said, exhausted. “I just can’t.”

“We’ll see.…” He slipped down, kissing and licking his way down past her breast, over her tummy and, pulling her thighs apart, gave her a few hearty strokes with his tongue, right in her center. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. Paul’s hand came up to cover her mouth firmly, which only made her squirm more wildly. He didn’t torture her long. He rose, entered her again and shifted his h*ps slightly, creating a perfect friction. In the darkness of the room, he could see her eyes were wide, her lips apart slightly as she gasped in anticipation. “One more,” he whispered. “One more, for us.” She arched her pelvis against him, digging her heels into the mattress, and again he had to cover her gasping mouth to quiet her. “I love you, baby,” he whispered against her parted lips. “I love you so much.” And then she exploded, drowning him in pulsing heat.

Paul was done holding back. He’d never had a feeling like this before. He let it go with a powerful blast and believed in his heart he was making Vanessa his till the end of time—his woman, the head of his family, the love of his life. And he was hers. He released himself at her exact moment and emptied himself into her, giving her his heart, his life, his soul.

And then he held her, soft against him, stroking her hair and pressing soft kisses into her temple. “I’ve never had an experience like that in my life,” he whispered. “You’re an amazing woman. I think I might be the luckiest man in the world, to have this with you.”

“Shew,” she whispered, letting out her breath. “I think you’re catching on.…”

She was answered by a deep, low chuckle. “You make it so easy.”

“Come on, Paul,” she said, laughing softly. “Don’t pretend you don’t know—you’re an incredible lover. And I know there have been women…”

“Not very many,” he said. “There are things about this that are brand-new.” He rose up on an elbow and looked down at her. “It’s the first time I’ve ever made love with someone I want to spend the rest of my life with, someone I want to be my partner, my best friend, my lover until the end. The mother of our children. It’s what’s been missing from my life.”

She was quiet for a long moment; her eyes might’ve glistened. “That’s very sweet.”

“It’s very true.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek, chin, lips. “Should I get out of here?”

“No. Stay with me,” she whispered. “Please…”