Bronto's Revenge (Barbarian Lust, #2)(16)

The moment his tongue slipped alongside hers, coaxing it to react, she lost her sense of concentration and instinct took over. She wound her tongue around his and at the same time shifted in his lap to where she straddled his waist. It didn’t matter she’d exposed the center of her thighs. Nor did it matter the moisture flowing from her body absorbed into his loincloth right where his hard organ pressed against her flesh. She wanted to snuggle beneath his skin but she couldn’t seem to get close enough.

He retracted his hands from her face and placed them on her lower back and neck. Their lips remained interlocked as he carefully flipped her backward onto the ground. She sank quickly into the furs from his weight bearing down on her body. The fibers brushed against her shoulders and spine. Her skin became so sensitive she was aware of every single strand tickling her flesh.

She latched on to his upper arms. Thick muscle hardened beneath her palms as he propped himself above her, his elbows bearing the brunt of his weight. She’d never felt so small or in lack of control but an exciting thrill rushed through her veins. She was secure, protected and she turned her body over to him completely, trusting he’d treat her gently regardless of his size and strength.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. “Ivy, I’ve changed my mind,” he said, his breath shaky as it sawed in and out of his broad chest. “I have only one thing to say.”

Oh no. He couldn’t change his mind. He couldn’t. She hadn’t led him this far to let him back down. Her heart plummeted. She laid her hands on the back of his head and stroked his hair, holding him in case she was drawn to beg. “Yes?” she reluctantly asked.

“If you’re going to run, do it now because I won’t give you another opportunity.”

Those words were so final and had the potential to scare her yet they enchanted her to the bone. Maybe she’d misunderstood them but she certainly hadn’t misunderstood his tone. Could she handle it if he got carried away or unexpectedly became rough?

A smidgen of reluctance mixed with excitement wiggled along her spine. The thought alone of bringing him to this point made her tummy spin in pride and no way would she bail now. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He rolled off her, rising to his haunches between her thighs. “That was your only chance.”

His dark gaze displayed hunger as it caressed her body from her brows to her thighs. The same raw hunger she’d witnessed only in the cave lion’s eyes.

“Don’t move,” he commanded as he started to rise.

“Where are you going?”

Rather than take a full stance he relaxed into a squat. “To get a condom.”

“What is that?”

His gaze strolled across her breasts to her hips then to her face. “It will prevent me from planting my seed inside your womb,” he explained as he stood.

“Wait.” She sat up and took hold of his hand. “You don’t want a child?”

His features softened. “I want a lot of children.”

“Then why would you prevent it from happening? I can give you many babies.”

He returned to a squat. “You would risk abandonment by your people to cross bloodlines with me?”

“Yes,” she said stroking her palm lightly across his cheek. “Only with you.” She lowered her lashes and swallowed. “But if you don’t want me to birth your children I’ll understand.”

“My God, Ivy,” he said as he began to lay her down, “before you, life and children were just a dream. You’re the woman I want. And the only woman I want to have my babies.”

Her emotions swelled. “Then we don’t need the condom, right?”

“Right.” He gently rested her head on the ground. “Be warned. Now you’re mine.”

She gulped. The fire crackled but she’d barely heard it above his sharp intake of air. With a smile that encased her heart, he rose onto all fours above her body, placing his hands on either side of her shoulders. Possessively. Like the lion trapping its prey. Never had she ever felt so defenseless.

“All of you,” he added in a possessive tone, sending shivers along her spine.

She inhaled sharply, the wispy rush of breath reaching her ears as he lowered his face. His hair fell forward, brushing her breasts, coaxing her nipples to shrivel and harden. Rather than kiss her, he placed his lips at the base of her throat and lightly bit the skin. Her lashes fluttered closed. She moaned, latched on to his forearms and squeezed his hard flesh, relaying the effects of the thrill.

“Bronto,” slipped from her on a sigh.

His mouth patted a trail of kisses to her ear. “I’ve got you, love.”

His voice. It was so…so reassuring, and, and…tender in contrast to his features. The perfect harmony for a woman making love for the first time.

Inch by inch his mouth traveled to her lips, leaving a moist path along her neck. He nipped each lip between his teeth then outlined them with his tongue before retracing his route to the hollow of her throat.

“You taste so good,” he said, his warm breath bathing her flesh. “Just as I’ve imagined.”

She raised her hands and stroked his flexed upper arms. “You’ve thought of doing this to me?”

“From the moment I laid my eyes on you.”

“But you never tried—”