RECLAIM MY HEART(53)

A light touch on his bare back made him start.
“Sorry,” Tyne whispered. Once he turned to face her, she slid her fingers up his bare chest and rested her palms on his shoulders. “I thought sure you must have heard my door open. Those hinges need oiling.”
Soft moonlight glowed against her creamy skin and made her pale eyes glisten with a mysterious iridescence. Something in her gaze sent a rippling, liquid heat flowing through his body.
Her palms skimmed to his neck, and he marveled that she didn’t seem to notice the fire smoldering just under his skin.
“Thanks,” she murmured, “for listening to me tonight.”
She lifted up on tip-toe, pulled him toward her and kissed his mouth, gently but fully. Lucas thought he might lose his mind.
“Thanks for not judging me.”
Her voice was as feathery as her second kiss. Her fingers slipped up to his jaw.
“Thanks for not being angry with me.”
She kissed him again, and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body up tight against him.
“You were a kid.” The words grating roughly in his throat. “A scared kid who was only weighing all her options. I can’t be angry about that.”
She pressed her open mouth to his. Her hair spilled between his fingers like fine silk as he cradled the back of her head in his hand. She tasted like heaven. Her full bottom lip shined in the silvery light that slanted through the windowpane, and knowing the wetness was his had him growing rock-hard.
She stepped away from him and took his hand in hers. “Come on. Let’s go to my room.”
“Whoa. Hold on now.” He resisted, and she turned to look into his face, her hungry eyes eating him up. “Should we really be doing this?”
His heart hammered while he awaited her response.
“You’re not sleeping,” she pointed out softly. “I’m not sleeping. Besides that, I’m horny as hell. Come on.”
He was utterly amazed that her smile could turn brazen and coy at the same time. Now he was sure he’d completely lost his senses, but still he hesitated.
“Yes, Lucas.” She nodded, sliding her free hand over his erection. Then she kissed him on the jaw. “We should be doing this.”
Her silky top felt cool to the touch as he slid his hands under her arms and across her back. He crushed his mouth to hers, and in one swift move, he picked her up, turned, and perched her on the edge of the granite countertop. Her fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him so close, his teeth raked her lips. A whispery apology rang in his head, but the need thrumming through his veins wiped it out before it had a chance to fully form.
Her legs wrapped around him, her ankles locking at the small of his back. She tightened her thigh muscles and he found himself pressed up tight against her crotch. The searing heat of her made his already explosive desire intensify.
Lucas slid his hands up over her flat belly, gently urging her away from him. She followed his lead and reclined against the window. The pale light from the moon seemed to magnify as it reflected off her long, blond hair. Her eyelids slid closed and the sigh she emitted was the sexiest sound he’d ever heard. One of the corded straps of her top slid over her shoulder, revealing her milky skin to his voracious gaze. The sill that braced the middle of her back forced her breasts into an upward thrust. The erotic sight made him salivate. The dalivilkrk circles of her nipples were visible through the cream-colored fabric, the twin taut, sharp points added a tactility that stole away all thought. From where he stood, moonlight gilded her hair, her face, her shoulders, her torso. He wanted to touch her. Smell the scent of her. Taste her sweetness. Hear her breath quicken and know he had caused the reaction in her.
He slid both his palms up over her breasts and couldn’t help but notice that they were larger, fuller, riper than he remembered. Lucas kneaded, more roughly than he’d intended. But to his surprise, not only did she not stop him, she moaned softly as if urging him on. He couldn’t fight the overwhelming desire to taste her.
Bending forward, he cupped one lush breast and laved it right through the silk. Her heart thundered beneath his palm and her chest rose and fell just a little faster. He straightened and took a moment to savor the wet stain he’d left on her top. The fabric clinging to her skin had gone nearly translucent, her nut-brown areola as visible as if she were naked.
Lucas traced his fingertips down to her waist, her hips, and slid beneath the hem of her flimsy top. The lace of her panties was gossamer soft. She lifted one hip, then the other, and he quickly tugged them off her body.
The mound of light-colored curls yielded as he brushed the backs of his fingers across it. The fleshy folds were hot. And supple. And damp.
She rested her heels on his hips, parted her knees, and arched the small of her back. Lucas took his time, smoothing and teasing. The sounds of pleasure—murmurs, groans, sighs—that grated from her throat lit a fire in his groin that one thing and one thing only would extinguish. But they had all night, and rushing this was the last thing he wanted to do.
His massaging became more steady, more rhythmic, and progressed to light tugs and pulls. Without thought, he lifted one hand and inhaled. The musky scent of her was enough to drive him over the edge of reason.
Reaching up, she planted a palm on the glass, splayed her fingers, and strained to raise herself up to him. He knew what she wanted, knew what she silently pleaded for, and he didn’t disappoint her. Lucas shifted her feet to his shoulders, and then he kissed and nuzzled, licked and teased.
Her orgasm was quick. And fierce. He watched the glorious tension in her face, and he smiled. His crystal-clear memories of their lovemaking told him she wasn’t finished, that she wouldn’t be satiated for a while yet.