right. Discarding sanity and caution, he gathered her close.
He had craved more of her all night. Now he opened his mouth to savor her taste more completely. And in his mind, she tasted of all the sweet and female things that had been missing from his life since forever.
His hands moved restlessly up and down her back, pressing her against the hard wall of his chest, so that she could feel the pounding of his heart. He wanted to be with this woman—more than he had wanted anything in a long long time.
And it wasn’t just last night that reminded him of what had been missing in his life. All the old memories of her surged to the fore while his mouth sipped and nibbled at hers. It felt like a homecoming as his tongue played with the serrated line of her teeth before teasing more sensitive tissue beyond.
Her tongue met his, stroking and inciting until they were both breathing in jagged gasps.
He angled her body away from his so that his hand could slip between them and cup one of her breasts. She murmured her approval, then made a low sound of pleasure as he found her hardened nipple and brushed back and forth.
He reversed their positions, leaning back against the wall, splaying his legs to equalize their height and bringing her center against his. When she felt the hard shaft of his erection, she moved against it.
He dragged in a sharp breath before his mouth came down greedily on hers again.
The bed was only a few feet away, yet he had to make himself say, “You want to do this?”
“Yes. Stop trying to do the honorable thing,” she murmured as she traced the line of his cheekbone, scraping against the sandpaper of his day’s growth of beard.
Her finger returned to his lips, retracing territory she had claimed with her mouth.
He bent to kiss her brows, the tender place where her hair met her cheek. His lips brushed her eyelashes before coming gently back to her mouth.
Slowly, then more quickly, she pulled his tee shirt up and off, then bent to press her cheek against his chest before giving him an openmouthed kiss there.
He heard his own gasp.
His hands came up to tenderly clasp her, marveling that she was with him like this again. He had dreamed of making love to her so many times. Now she was in his arms.
He reached for the buttons of her shirt, easing them open before freeing her arms from the sleeves and reaching to unhook her bra.
She stood before him, naked to the waist, and her body was as he remembered it, perfect with her high breasts, creamy skin and coral crests, beaded to tight points.
He reached to cup one soft mound in his hand before doing what she’d asked, squeezing and twisting her hardened nipples.
Her back arched. “That’s so good.”
“Oh yeah.”
Desperate for the feel of her breasts against his chest, he pulled her close, unable to hold back a shuddering sigh.
The only thought in his mind was that he needed to get closer to her—as close as he could get. When he eased away so that he could reach for the button at the top of her slacks, she let him do what he wanted—and followed his example, her hands fumbling with his belt.
As she slid his zipper down, he went very still, the sensation of her palm pressing against his cock taking his breath away.
She kicked away her slacks. He did the same.
Before he lost the ability to stand, he swept back the bedspread, blanket and top sheet, then brought her down to the horizontal surface.
She clasped the back of his head as he swirled his tongue around one tight nipple, lapping up the taste of her, then sucking strongly. When she cried out, he felt a wave of gratification that almost overwhelmed him.
He slid his hand down her body, stroking over her abdomen and lower—into the hot, wet folds of her sex. She responded with a breathy sound of pleasure.
She rocked against him, then took his hand away. ‘You’ll make me come.”
“That’s the idea.”
“But I want you inside me for that. I want to feel my muscles clamp