Sly laughed. “That’s what I thought.”
She trailed a finger up his arm, sensuously. “Can this conversion involve sex?”
“I was hoping you’d be open to that. I understand it’s pretty hot that way. Your thinking of it makes me even happier.”
She washed her feet quickly and dried them on the towel he handed her. Batting her eyelashes, she said, “Race you to the bedroom!”
Naturally, Sly beat her to it.
They seemed as perfect for each other in bed as they were in other areas. Morgaine understood his body and knew exactly how to turn him on. She felt every bit of her womanly powerwhenever he told her he’d go mad if he didn’t have her. Maybe it was her psychic skills—or maybe she was just paying attention to his moans and groans of pleasure. Whatever it was didn’t matter. He was the love of her soon immortal life, and she couldn’t believe she’d ever find this much happiness with anyone else.
“I never thought I’d get so lucky.”
He held her gently, almost reverently, as he gave her a long, deep kiss. She snaked her hand down between them and cupped his balls through his pants. Slowly rolling them over her fingers. His groan betrayed a deep hunger. She felt it too. It invaded her chest, and she needed him naked, now.
As if on cue, he said, “If you don’t take your clothes off this minute, I might tear them off.”
She giggled. “This is one of my few pairs of short pants, so I’d rather you didn’t.”
“Then get naked, woman.”
She grinned as she rolled up to a sitting position and whipped off her periwinkle jersey. Then she shimmied out of her navy-blue shorts, which she considered her grape-stomping outfit. With only her black lacy underwear on, she allowed him to appreciate her womanly curves.
“You’re beautiful, Morgaine.”
“You’re not bad either,” she quipped. “But you’d look a lot better naked too.”
He chuckled and bounded off the bed. In a split second, he had geared down to his birthday suit and zoomed back to the place he’d just been lounging.
She sighed. “I can’t wait until I can do that.”
“Me too.” He held out his arms. “Come to me, darling.” Giving her a devilish grin, he said, “I’ve wanted to make love to you ever since you left my bed this morning.”
She lay next to him and threaded her fingers through his silky dark hair. “Take me, then.” Her lips grazed the pale column of his neck. “Make love to me as only you can.”
He covered her body with his larger one, pressing her into the mattress. His hands scooped beneath her and roamed over her flesh, exciting a myriad of sensations.
“I love how you touch me,” she said softly. “You know every inch of me now, yet you hold me like it’s the first time. I hope we never lose that.”
“We won’t. If anything, we’ll add more to our repertoire.” He let out a low growl, hauled himself up in one swift, fluid motion and flipped her onto her stomach.
She squealed, then laughed at her own surprise. Sly popped open her bra, then lowered his body on top of her. His hands slid beneath her to her breasts and fondled them. She moaned, then lifted her bottom and pressed it against his erection. She felt his heat right through her lacy underwear. He’d obviously had his wine recently. Soon, they’d drink together and wind up tangled in the sheets.
His lips were on her neck. He kissed and excited her skin until it tingled in anticipation.
As if he’d heard her, he said, “Not yet.” Perhaps he had. He teased her by drawing his fangs over the spot.
“Don’t make me wait,” she murmured. “I want this.”
“Soon.” He plucked her hard nipples before his hand eased down between her sweltering hot thighs. He slipped his fingers into her panties and rubbed her clit until the exquisite sensation built to a fevered peak. She crashed over the edge, yelling out her release. Except for his name and “Oh, Goddess,” the words were indecipherable.
Then he divested her of her bikini bottoms. He hooked an arm around her waist and hoisted her to her knees. Her bra straps fell off her shoulders and settled around her elbows. Shelifted one arm, then the other, and flung the remaining garment. She braced her forearms on the pillows, and her bare bottom was completely exposed to him. A decadent thrill worked its way through her. She knew they possessed the same passionate nature, and she loved him all the more for it.
As his fingers eased inside her already wet channel, Morgaine felt the overwhelming need to have him inside her, filling her completely. He stroked her sensitive flesh, gently at first, then increased his strokes, inciting a raging inferno.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her, his thumb coming into contact with her clit each time. When she teetered on the edge of coming, he withdrew his fingers and thrust his hard cock inside her.
The moment he touched her clit with his finger, she came, letting out a series of sharp cries that filled the room. Her internal muscles clenched, and he tensed, holding on to his control.
