Burned by Passion(40)
She felt too paralyzed with shock to move. What on earth...?
“Why would you wish to deny me the pleasure of seeing your gorgeous body, Kira?” he asked softly, head cocked to one side. He held her gaze with almost hypnotic intensity. “You’re my wife. And you’re unbelievably beautiful.”
Kira didn’t know what to say. She felt outraged, and...well, a bit gooey in places as she let his words wash over her. She’d wondered about what he’d think of her body and its changes. Her breasts had swelled in the past few weeks and of course there was her growing stomach. She’d sworn to herself he’d never get a glimpse of her without her clothes on but she couldn’t have foreseen this scenario.
All this time holding him back had been more torture for her than he’d ever guess. He couldn’t know how much he’d already beaten past her defenses. He’d been the only man she’d ever truly desired and that hadn’t changed. Not for a second. Spending time around him had her twisted up more and more in the web of her own making. She’d stretched her endurance so thin that now it might well take just a flick to have her cracking to pieces. Now that they were married...how long, Kira wondered vaguely, would she be able to keep resisting him?
“Now,” Blake said finally, sinking to his knees and, using the towel he now held in his hands, started to rub first her feet dry, then her calves. He worked up her sides and her arms and skimmed over her breasts. Kira was as still as a statue, hardly breathing. What should she do? She seemed incapable of motion or even thought.
Done with his ministrations, he tossed the towel aside and, still kneeling, his hands fell heavily on her hips.
Kira could then only watch in fascination as his thick lashes lowered to conceal his deep grey eyes while he brought his head close and pressed lips, firm yet gentle, to her navel. The warm, moist kiss sent a sharp pang of desire straight through her.
She had to clutch her fingers to his broad shoulders for support as her knees suddenly felt too wobbly to support her. “Blake, what are you doing?” she squeaked. Of course she knew what he was doing; raining kisses all over her pregnant belly now, each one more scorching than the last, his grip on her waist keeping her from drawing back even if she wanted to.
“What I’ve been dying to do ever since I knew you were going to have my baby. Our baby,” he told her between kisses.
Kira flinched, the pleasure almost painful as his breath fanned the sensitive skin of her pregnant mound. It was the most erotic sensation ever, especially when Blake rested his cheek gently against her tummy. “Blake...,” she began shakily.
“I know; you want me to stop. You want to push me away again. When will you learn to trust me, Kira?” He looked up then, his sad gaze holding her fast.
“Why is it so hard to believe I love you?” he asked gruffly, rising to his feet. “What is it about us that’s all wrong in your head? I know my touch pleases you. I feel your every shiver. And I can never forget how you felt with your tight, sweet * wrapped around my cock. Maybe it’s time I truly remind you of the magic we created that night. I think you’re more than ready to face the demons of our burning passion, dear wife.”
He cupped her face, and Kira had no doubt he could feel the quiver in every one of her muscles at the blistering heat of his gaze. “I’m going to make love to you, my sweet wife. Tonight. And you’re not going to try to stop me,” he articulated, each word a promise – a dangerous reassurance. Kira felt a whole new kind of wetness begin to fizzle within her trembling thighs.
She was still trembling when he backed away, hands dropping from her as he casually stripped right there, revealing every incredibly tight and toned sinewy muscle to the immobilized Kira whose mouth felt ready to unhinge. She stared at Blake in bare skin; no trace of fat but every inch of him ripped and smooth and sculpted. Her eyes feathered down and she couldn’t hold back a gasp. How could she have forgotten how magnificently formed his cock was? He seemed carved from marble from head to toe and it was all she could do not to dissolve in a puddle just looking at him.
This man...this gorgeous male specimen...loved her, desired her, and was going to take her. Kira blinked a few times and watched his lips curve in a smirk at her expression, right before he turned and walked off to the bathroom, leaving Kira with an indelible view of his broad upper back and shoulders which were super defined; his trim sides tapering into his lean hips and perfect ass.
Breathe, Kira, she reminded herself dazedly.
The door shut after him and Kira heard the shower running. She was aware her face was steaming up and her body was tightened up like a screw. Blake had virtually stolen her breath and she’d loved every inch of him. Had been magnetized by his masculine confidence and how he knew he looked good – good enough to eat.
Kira made it to the bed on shaky legs and crawled underneath the covers. She’d always believed that when the time came, making love with Blake would be an ordeal. She’d been so sure he could never again bring her to feel that first mindless desire that had her surrendering to him for hot sex on the library couch. She’d believed that sexy, passionate Kira would never resurface again.
But now he’d laid it on the line and suddenly her hormones were blasting through the roof. And Blake had barely even touched her yet.
Her mind flew over the things that had happened in the past many months and how much she’d changed – and yet she still clung to many of the things that held her back from her true emotional potential.