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Then he remembered that they were still standing on the street corner. “Will you come home with me?” he asked. “We can put your flowers in water and you in my bed.”
“Having sex in a bed this time would be nice,” she said.
Wyatt laughed. “Taking all our clothes off might be cool, too.”
Stella took his hand with a grin and they walked down the street.
He was ridiculously happy.
With a silent vow, he promised Johnny to always take care of Stella, as long as she would let him hang around her.
Then he twined her fingers in his and ate up the sidewalk, full of pride and anticipation.
This night was going to end on a high note after all.
Chapter Eighteen
GET IT WHILE THE GETTING’S GOOD
BEING a vampire made a person more sensitive. More aware. Cort certainly knew this after centuries of existence, but never had he experienced a female as responsive as Katie. Maybe it was because she was newly crossed, but he didn’t think that was the sole reason.
He suspected Katie Lambert was always very sensitive, and now her natural sensual nature was just heightened. But as she shook with her release, he also realized no woman had ever made him feel this aroused either.
She’d come for him just from his licking and teasing her nipple. How much would she come from his tongue between her thighs or his hard c**k thrusting in and out of her wet heat?
He nearly came himself just imagining her reaction. God, she was so amazing. So beautiful and sweet and giving in her arousal as she was in every other part of her life.
He shouldn’t be surprised. And maybe he was actually more surprised at his own desire for her. His body throbbed, pulsed, desperate to be inside her gorgeous, supple body, but he also wanted to take this slow.
Maybe this wasn’t the first time they’d made love. But it would be the first time she remembered, and he wanted it to be perfect. A moment she remembered forever.
He moved his lips to her other breast, swirling his tongue around her other tight, pert nipple. She tasted like raspberries and sunshine, and his c**k strained against his jeans.
He pressed kisses down her belly wanting to taste more of her. She moaned and wiggled her hips as he inched closer and closer to the place he wanted to be. Where they both wanted him to be.
He nipped her hipbone, smiling against her smooth skin as she writhed again, demanding without words that he give her what she wanted.
He did, parting her creamy white thighs and positioning himself between them. Her warm, musky scent filled his nose, reminding him of a dewy morning with the sun warming the green grass.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered.
She gazed down at him with her sapphire-blue eyes, her honey hair tangled around her heart-shaped face. She was truly his idea of a perfect woman, and he was finally going to make love to her.
Last night was the best night of his life, as far as he was concerned.
Sorry, Johnny—no disrespect to you.
But last night’s events brought him to this moment, and he couldn’t regret that.
He lowered his head, running a tongue up the sweet slit between her thighs. She gasped, raising her hips off the bed, demanding more. He delved his tongue deeper, swirling the little bud, the place that begged for his attention.
He licked and nipped and teased her until he could taste her release on his tongue, sweet and tangy and completely Katie.
Only once she was mindless with her ecstasy, her head thrown back, broken cries escaping her parted lips, only then did he pause to undress.
She watched him with hungry eyes that spurred him to hurry, to return to her and make her his completely. And he intended to do just that. Possessiveness mingled with his desire, ramping up his need for her to a level that should have shocked him, maybe even frightened him a little. But it didn’t. In fact, it felt perfectly natural.
Just like it felt perfectly natural to move back over her and feel her soft, supple body underneath his. He gazed at her for a moment before lowering his head and kissing her again.
“I think we must have made love last night,” he murmured against her lips.
“Why?” Her voice was husky and breathless and seemed to stroke over his skin just like her small hands rubbing down over his back. He suppressed a pleased moan.
“Because,” he said, refocusing on his thoughts, “this feels so natural, so right.”
She smiled and nodded. “It does, doesn’t it?”
He smiled back, then kissed her. She returned the kiss, wrapping her arms and legs around him. Her body felt so wonderful encircling him, he had to know how it felt to be deep inside her.
Positioning his hips, he pushed gently, parting her, entering her just a little.
She gasped, and their eyes locked.
He pushed a little deeper. Her lips parted, shiny in the lamplight.
He tilted his hips, just allowing a bit more of his rock hard length into her wet heat.
She cried out, lifting her hips, wanting more of him. He wanted that, too. To bury himself deep inside her, as deep as he could go. But he also wanted to savor this moment.
“You feel so good,” she whispered.
Damn, she felt beyond good. But he kept his pace slow, savoring every gasp and moan Katie made, every movement, every sensation.
Once he was inside her to the hilt, he couldn’t take it slow any longer. He had to move and Katie was urging him to with each grind and swivel of her hips.
“Please,” she begged, urging her hips upward again, and he gave in to his need, pulling out and thrusting in deeply.
She cried out, and her fingers dug into his shoulders.
“God, yes.”
He wasn’t sure who said that, all he knew was that he agreed fully. Her tight heat and the feeling of her writhing underneath him, reacting fully to each of his movements was pure heaven. The abandon on her face was pure beauty. The pleasure radiating throughout his body was pure ecstasy. He’d never experienced anything so perfect.
Underneath him, she shuddered, her muscles tensing, her body pulsing around him, and he almost followed her into an orgasm. But he focused, not an easy task with her so warm and giving and utterly lovely against him.
But he wanted her to come again. As many times as she could before he found his own release.
And she did orgasm several more times, until she was limp and satisfied, small, pleased whimpers replacing her wild cries. Only then did he allow himself to come. Deep inside her.
For a moment, she stiffened when she realized what he’d done. Years of being conscientious about birth control, he suspected. But then she relaxed again.
And while he fully enjoyed his own climax, her reaction had him thinking about the consequences of what had happened last night. Katie was a young, caring woman. She’d probably wanted to have children one day, and that was no longer a possibility.
