"I intend to last all night."
His breath fanned hers and mingled, sending white-hot heat through her body. Her hands lifted to curve around his neck as she turned into him. But he held back, deliberately. She had taken the control away from him and he was determined to take it back. He knew a thing or two about pleasing a woman and he desperately wanted to brand this particular woman, make things so unforgettable that she would find it difficult to think of even going out with someone else. That nonsense about them seeing other people was going to be put to bed. He wanted exclusivity.
For the first time in his thirty-five years, he cared whether or not the woman he was with was with someone else. He wanted to be her only. His mouth brushed against hers. Back and forth, slowly, evocatively, again and again until she felt as if she was falling into a pool of flames that was burning so hot, she was afraid of being incinerated.
She moaned, fingers digging into the firm skin of his shoulders and then wandering restlessly down his back and then his neck as she tried vainly to get him to deepen the kiss. He was torturing her. Tormenting her with light kisses that were designed to drive her insane.
His teeth nipped at her full bottom lip and had her body arching. When he used his tongue to soothe the sting, she trembled, her lips parting eagerly. His tongue plunged into her mouth and had her gripping his shoulders for balance. The kiss was torrid, evocative and wild. His fingers dug into her hair as he deepened the kiss, his body shuddering. She was not the only one affected.
For the first time in his life, he felt the control slipping away from him. He was craving her and had to stop himself from taking huge gulps of her, which was exactly what he wanted to do. What he was longing to do. She was pressed up against him so close that he could feel the imprints of her nipples branding his chest, searing him until he could hardly bear it.
Ending the kiss, he trailed his lips over her cheeks and then her chin before going to the hollow of her throat.
She smelled like something he could be eating for a day, a week, a month, years. Cupping a breast, he weighed it in his palm, his eyes searing into hers as he passed his thumb over the rigid flesh. Her reaction to his touch fired a response inside him that was almost unbelievable. Her lips were parted as her breathsoughed through them. Her eyes were wide and clouded with desire.
"Tell me you want me," he demanded thickly. He had never asked that of a woman before. "Tell me."
"I want you."
"Say it again." He increased the pace, plucking at the nipple and causing her to jolt.
"I want you."
Smothering a groan, he bent his head and used his tongue to lave the flesh. Her fingers gripped his hair, her body arching to give him more access. He started suckling, slowly at first and then with a hunger that had them both splintering. He could not get enough of her. He wanted to devour her and then start all over again. Her flesh was like an aphrodisiac, the taste of her like a narcotic coursing through his veins.
By the time he switched to the other nipple, she was mindless with passion.
His plan to first explore her lush body with his mouth to bring her a shattering climax had to be shelved. He could not wait a minute longer. Climbing on top of her, he guided himself into her moist shelter. She sheathed him so completely that it took a moment for him to move.
Cupping her face between his palms, he smoothed the hairs from her cheeks, his touch unbelievably gentle.
"You fit me," he whispered against her mouth.
Her arms came around his neck and neither of them had time to think about protection. That was a first for him. In his position, he had to be careful and in the past, he had always been. Now, it never occurred to him to think about protecting them both and if he had, he would not have cared. He wanted to feel every inch of her, and he wanted her to feel every inch of him.
She felt the funny twist inside her stomach and the jellied feeling in her limbs at the solid length of him deep inside her. He started moving, slowly at first, his eyes boring into hers. She followed suit, hips lifting to meet his thrust. And then he changed the pace, abruptly, increasing the thrusts, eyes still watching her face. His breath became strangled in his throat when she arched, indicating that her climax was near. He increased the pace even more, his chest expanding and then tightening with tension. When she came, he bent his head and closed his mouth over hers, swallowing her cry.
Determined not to follow behind her just yet, he withdrew, just circling the opening. But she would have none of that. Bending her knee, she lifted her hips and forced him to plunge in deep. The second he did, the climax exploded, causing his body to shudder. The intensity of it wrung a low groan from him that was swallowed by her.
He was still kissing her when they both drifted down to earth.
Ending the kiss, he lifted his head to stare down at her in wonder, his breath still shallow. When she started to turn her head away, he clamped his thumb and forefinger on her chin, forcing her to face him.
"Just sex, you said earlier?" he asked huskily.
"Yes." Her voice was hoarse and her heart shattered, but there was no way she would ever acknowledge any such thing. Nor would she ever admit that she had bitten off more than she could chew. "You should go back to your suite." She tried to push him away, but he would not budge. "We wouldn't want the staff to find out about us."
"I'm not done. We're not done."
"Look-"
He silenced her the only way he knew how to, by clamping his lips over hers.
The sky was pearling, indicating the dawning of a new day when he finally allowed her to get some sleep. But even when he heard her slight snore, he could not settle. He was turned onto his side, his head cradled by his hands as he watched her slumber.
He had never spent a full night with a woman before. Another of his unwritten rules. Spending an entire night spoke of permanency and that was one thing he had never been interested in before. They had made love three times, which was another first for him. He could not get enough of her. She was inside his blood like a narcotic, lodged there. Now that he had gotten a taste of her, he knew that once would never be enough. He had to have more.
Her hair was spread out on the pillows, hopelessly tangled by his fingers. Looking at her and just being with her, he wondered how on earth that fiancé of hers could ever be with another woman. The man must have been out of his bloody mind. She fascinated him, Tomas mused fleetingly. She was irreverent, stubborn as hell and a bloody nuisance most of the time, but she was the most fascinating woman he had ever met. She infuriated him. With each word that came out of her mouth, she drove him crazy with anger.
