Wildest Dreams (Fantasyland #1)(33)
My eyes went to his to see his on my hand.
Then they came to mine as he pulled my hand to the warm, sleek skin of his chest, pressing it flat as he leaned closer to me.
With his face a couple inches from mine, my hand pressed to his skin, he asked softly, “Why do you tremble, wife?”
I licked my lips. Then I whispered my admission, “I’m nervous, Frey.”
His lazy, heated eyes got lazier and more heated as he slid my hand up his chest, over his shoulder and around his neck, gently pulling my torso up with it then he left my hand there and his arm curved around my waist. He dropped down fully to his side in the bed as he turned me into his arms and his mouth came to within a breath of mine.
“I’ll be gentle, Finnie,” he whispered.
“Promise?” I asked.
His hand slid warm up my spine to tangle in my hair, making me tremble anew, and not with nerves, as it travelled along its path and he pressed into me.
“I would not hurt you, my winter bride.” He slid his nose along mine and I liked that, it was sweet, it was hot, it felt nice and my body softened under his. “Ever,” he growled to finish and that was when he finally kissed me.
There it was. His tongue in my mouth, that skill I remembered, it was all there but this time he was giving it to me, not using it to take from me. It was slow, it was about discovery, exploration, showing, telling, rewarding and I softened more, pressing closer as his hand moved light over my nightie, warm, not invasive, soothing at the same time heating.
And I was heating, slowly, very slowly, because that was all he did, building the warmth, stoking the fire. He had time and he was going to take it, so he did.
And I did too. Hesitant, I explored his thick, soft hair and the muscles of his shoulders and back. All the while I explored his mouth, his tongue, tasted his lips and he explored me.
I liked what I discovered. It was freaking fantastic.
Finally, his big hand roved over the cheek of my ass and feeling it, feeling him so hard and warm pressed against me, his mouth so generous, his skin so silky sleek, fire suddenly shot between my legs, my h*ps pressed into his and I made a soft noise in his mouth.
Frey broke our kiss but his lips still touched mine and his fingers cupped my ass. “My wife likes this,” he whispered.
“Yes,” I whispered back because it was true.
Unhurried, his fingers pulled the material of my nightie up and I stared in his eyes, my body warm and still, my mind focusing on everything all at once, the feel of him, the smell of him, his lips so close, his eyes so gorgeous, his eyelashes so thick, the room lit with candlelight, my lips feeling bruised, my mouth wanting his back, the brilliant feel of my br**sts pressed hard against his chest, the better feel of his hard c**k pressed against me – he finally got the material up and slowly, like he had all the time in the world, as I held my breath, his fingers slid back down inside my panties.
Fire seared through me.
Oh my God.
Why was that so, unbelievably, phenomenal?
I didn’t know. I didn’t care. I just knew I wanted more.
So the instant I felt him skin against skin, my eyes drifted closed, another noise escaped my throat, I pressed tight to him, everywhere I could get and slow was a memory.
His hand clenched my ass, his torso pushed my back to the bed, his mouth slammed down on mine, not slow, not making out, not generous but hot, wet, hungry and amazing.
He shoved a knee between my legs but he didn’t have to. I opened them and bent my knee, pressing the inside of my thigh to the side of his hip as I arched my back to connect with him, tightened my arms to pull him into me and I moaned into his mouth.
He kissed me hard and deep then his mouth went from mine, down my cheek to my ear and I pressed into him, my fingernails grazing the skin of his back, I pushed my foot into the bed so I could shove my h*ps against his.
“You want me,” he growled in my ear.
My head turned so I could touch the tip of my tongue to his earlobe, my brain and other parts of me noting I liked the taste of him, then I whispered, “Yes, Frey.”
His hand left my ass, trailing around swiftly, it was suddenly between my legs over my panties, the touch light but definitely there and unbelievably enticing and his head came up, his eyes locking on mine.
“Gods, you want me,” he repeated, his voice thick and I knew he felt the damp evidence that proved this between my legs.
“Yes,” I breathed, moving my h*ps to grind down on his hand and he instantly cupped my sex and took my mouth in another hard, wet kiss.
I whimpered as he kissed me while his hand slid up, fingers pressing in, God, so freaking awesome, then up to my belly, I could feel the tip of his middle finger pressing in just above my panties, preparing, he was going to go skin to skin and I could not wait.
I drew in a deep breath of heady anticipation, sucking his tongue deeper in my mouth and then his entire body froze.
Then his head came up and I blinked as I watched it turn just a little like he was listening.
Then he growled, deep and low and seriously freaking pissed off, “Gods damn it.”
I blinked again.
Oh no.
What did I do?
He pulled away.
Oh God!
What did I do?
“Frey?” I called as he maneuvered his big body over mine.
“Stay here,” he ordered. “I’ll return.”
I turned with him as he quickly moved to the overhang of the loft, not the ladder. He wasn’t going to waste time, he was going to drop down which was crazy but I was stuck back thirty seconds ago.