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“I don’t, either.” Lucky pulled her close and provided another star-shattering kiss.
A deep intuition said his desires were as strong as hers, yet he demonstrated restraint, and she truly wished she knew how he did that. His hands weren’t clawing at her like hers were him—she couldn’t seem to find the buttons of his shirt. Instead, his hands were slow and steady, roaming her back, her hips, with wide gentle circles that had her insides feel as if they were melting. A delicious feeling if she’d ever known one.
“Your skin is like silk from the Orient,” he whispered near her ear. “And sweeter than sugar cane.”
“You’ve been to the Orient?” she asked, though she already knew he had. What she really wanted to ask was if he’d take her there someday.
“Yes,” he answered. “I have. But I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful than you.” He set her back on the bed and knelt down to ease each of her socks and garters off slowly.
Lost in the wonderful world he was creating, it was a moment before she realized how rough and course the blanket was against her bare bottom. As if he knew that, Lucky took her elbows, pulling her onto her feet again. He tossed back the blanket, exposing the sheets he’d bought in town on his last trip. She’d thought it a ridiculous purchase; now, as he once again eased her back onto the bed, she stretched out her legs and sighed at the feel of the soft cotton. She’d never lain naked on anything, especially not a bed with sheets.
“Nice, isn’t it?” he asked.
She giggled and reached up to take his face between her palms. “You or the sheets?”
His smile was more stunning than the gold specks in her pan had been.
“Both,” she whispered, answering her own question.
He kissed her slowly, a tender, undemanding action that seemed to steady the cravings inside her while increasing their intensity at the same time. Lucky stood then, and Maddie shied away from sitting up to help him remove his shirt, though she wanted to. Waiting and watching, she deduced, gave her a distinct pleasure, too. Stripped down to a long set of drawers, he joined her on the bed. Lying on his side, he placed one hand on her bare stomach, and the heat of his palm caused another yearning to spring forth.
“Don’t you need to remove your drawers?” she asked, not sure she could take much more.
“I will,” he answered, “when the time is right.”
“I do believe that would be about now,” she answered, tightening her stomach muscles as his hand roamed lower.
“Not quite,” he said.
Lucky kissed her again, and even while her tongue played with his, her focus was on the juncture between her legs. It had started to throb, as her breasts had done earlier. As his fingers eased over her thigh, her hips lifted off the bed. He caught the inside of one thigh, and Maddie couldn’t say he tugged her legs apart, for she was already spreading them, craving his touch more profoundly than before.
He continued to kiss her. Her mouth, her chin, her neck, as his hand explored, stroking her lightly. His lips wandered downward, and when they found her breasts again, licking and suckling, his finger entered her. The sweet pleasure could have sent her into delirium if not for the new turmoil it created.
It had to be instinct, like knowing where to look for gold, but this time it was her very womanhood coming to life and unconsciously knowing exactly what to do. Her legs opened wider, her hips began to move and a powerful sense hinted that something grand and profound was on the horizon.
Lucky’s lips returned to her mouth, teasing her with a kiss so playful and light, she had to question if his cravings were as grand as hers. She closed her eyes, tried to focus on maintaining an ounce of control. The moan rolling in the back of her throat wanted to be released, and the pressure had her tossing her head against the pillows.
Maddie hadn’t realized Lucky had moved until moist heat seized her. Her eyes snapped open, but she’d already comprehended his mouth had taken over for his finger. Her mind shattered at the fiery intensity, and from that moment on she became lost in a world of glory. Her own blood, pulsing hard and fast, thundered in her ears like a raging waterfall, and she found herself in a more splendid place and time than she’d ever have imagined.
Her body seemed to know what it was doing, and she let it go, marveling at how the friction of moving against Lucky’s mouth drove her toward a mysterious promise. Her heart was pounding, breathing almost impossible, yet nothing gave way.
Lucky’s hands lifted her bottom, and her heels buried themselves into the bed, allowing her to arch into him as he continued to suckle, lick and drive her toward pure madness. A magnificent madness.
