Page 38 of Too Hot To Handle

Reever spread his big, warm fingers and eased the T-shirt up over her body without touching her skin. The sliding pressure of the cloth over her nipples made Tory’s breath catch. Reever’s left arm settled over her bare midriff while his right hand tucked her T-shirt safely inside the waistband of his jeans. He tightened his arm, bringing Tory fully against his body, giving him a view of the creamy curves and deep pink tips. His muscular forearm moved up to take the warm, soft weight of her breasts. The contrast between her pale, smooth skin and the tanned, black-haired power of his arm made Reever feel hot and very male.

„I feel like I’ve been waiting all my life to see you like this,“ Reever said, rubbing his forearm slowly against Tory. „AH that long ride home I wanted to tear off that damned T-shirt and see those sweet buds against my skin. Then when my hand touched you like this – “

Tory’s whole body stiffened as Reever’s right hand skimmed over the aching peak of her breast.

„Yes,“ he said thickly. „You jerked just like that, like you’d been touched by a live wire. Is that how it feels when I touch you, honey? So good it almost hurts? It feels like that when you touch me.“

„Reever,“ Tory moaned, seeing his hand so close to her but not giving her what she needed as much as she needed air. „Oh, Reever, please – “

„You get so hard,“ he said, his voice deep and dark. He shifted his hands until her breasts filled his palms and his fingers could capture the taut nipples. „I love seeing you, feeling you, knowing that I’ve done this to you. And then I love doing this.“ His fingers closed, tugging at her, rolling her between his sensitive fingertips until her hips began to move in the primal rhythms of passion.

„Tell me what it feels like,“ Reever said, his voice soft, hoarse.

„Wires – tightening,“ Tory said raggedly. „All through me. Hot – sweet – wires.“ She arched against his hands, silently asking for a harder touch.

„Put your hands over mine, honey. Show me how to make it feel even better for you. Don’t be shy,“ he murmured when he saw the blush rising up her neck. He released her breasts, not touching her. „I want to know how to love you,“ he said huskily. „I want this to be your dream, too. Or didn’t you want my hands on you all that long ride home? Didn’t you ever dream about riding double with me, naked, and having me love you until you came apart? I dreamed about it, little cat. And every time I dreamed, I woke up shaking, sweating, wild.“

Breath shuddered through Tory. The sunlight and air caressed her breasts, but that wasn’t enough. She looked down and saw Reever’s hard, tanned fingers on her thighs and saw the aching, rose-tipped hunger of her breasts. Slowly she pulled his hands up her body until they enveloped her. She turned from side to side, dragging her sensitive peaks across his palms, holding him close, hard. When his fingers caught her nipples, she shuddered and moaned her approval as she rubbed her cheek against his chest, needing the masculine textures of hair and hard muscle.

Reever watched Tory’s eyes close while sensations shivered through her, making her whole body taut. He continued the sweet torment of her breasts until her cheeks were flushed and her breath came quickly, hotly. Then he tilted her face up to his and kissed her while his hand caressed the length of her body once and then again. The third time his hand moved over her jeans, they came undone. Long, lean fingers slid inside the tiny triangle of Tory’s briefs.

The ragged cry Tory gave when Reever rhythmically stroked her was a sound from his dreams. His hands closed sweetly, fiercely, on her breast and between her thighs, holding her in a sensual vise while his teeth caressed the nape of her neck. Her hips lifted instinctively into his touch, giving more of herself to him. With a thick sound of satisfaction, he took her silky secrets while his thumb teased the hard bud concealed within her softness. She began to twist slowly, consumed by his touch.

He whispered to her, asking her what she wanted, giving it to her even as she answered, feeling her melt and run like wild honey beneath the hot skill of his hands.

„Reever – “ Tory’s voice broke as his thumb moved slowly, smoothly, making her shiver, pleasure showering through her with each touch. „No more,“ she cried finally. „I can’t – I’m going to – “

„Then I’ll just have to start over again, won’t I?“ Reever said, repeating what she had told him a few minutes before. He smiled down at her, his eyes a silver blaze of passion and anticipation. „Only with you, little cat, it isn’t a case of starting over like it is for me. The second time you’ll start higher, and then I’ll take you even higher, all the way to the other side of the sun.“

Tory tried to speak but could not. Her body was no longer hers. Reever had stolen it one caress at a time until she could only twist in slow motion against him, covering his fingers with her own, teaching and learning at the same time until she gave a husky cry and arched like a drawn bow in his hands. He cradled her against his hot body, holding her in place on the horse’s broad back. Slowly he kissed her flushed cheek and caressed her very gently, bringing her back to herself. When she gave a long, trembling sigh, he smiled and touched her hot skin with his open mouth.

„That’s just the beginning,“ Reever murmured, tasting the warm mist that passion had brought to Tory’s skin. „Look around you. We’ve reached the meadow.“

Tory’s eyes opened slowly. All around her grass grew thickly, and the air was heavy with the scent of flowers unraveled by the sun. Reever dismounted and lifted Tory from the mare’s back into his own arms. He walked to a small rise and sank to his knees in the cool grass. Tory’s eyes darkened until they were the intense summer green of the grass as she watched her lover bending down to her, his expression intent, dark, heavy with sensuality. Slowly he undressed her and then himself. Very gently he parted her legs, caressing their smooth length, watching her with eyes the color of tarnished silver, eyes that promised…everything.

„I’m going to make love to you the way I’ve dreamed of it,“ Reever said in a husky, caressing voice as his fingertips traced the curves of Tory’s legs. „You couldn’t have accepted it before now. And neither could I before I met you. This will be a first for me, too.“

Tory watched Reever with eyes that were almost frightened. He was more aroused than she had ever seen him. The sight of his naked need was a live wire brushing her, sweetly shocking every nerve to life, promising a passion that she had never known. As he knelt between her legs, she began to shiver under the impact of the primal sensuality radiating from him. He lowered himself over her, stroking all of her with a single slow movement of his powerful body.

Reever’s open mouth moved over Tory’s face, tasting her, feeling her, caressing her, knowing her with teeth and tongue and lips. She caught and held him with her mouth for a long, sweet moment, and his tongue promised her things she had never dreamed of. When he tore his mouth from hers, she whimpered softly. His mouth closed on her neck in a fierce caress that left a loving mark and drew a sound of surprise and passion from her lips. He laved the mark with his tongue before his mouth moved lower. He found a breast and consumed it as slowly and completely as he had consumed her mouth. It was the same for her other breast, tugged and suckled to a hard peak while she shivered and twisted beneath the loving demands of his tongue.

Reever’s open mouth traced the line of Tory’s ribs as he eased further down her body. She felt the sudden, hard warmth of his rigid tongue flicking into her navel again and again, sending surprising bursts of heat through her with each touch. When she slid her fingers into his hair to hold him closer, he bit her shivering flesh gently and slid further down her flushed body. As she had done when she drank from the creek, he rubbed his face against her body repeatedly, turning from side to side, caressing the tangled triangle of dark gold hair until she moaned. His hands stroked her inner thighs with subtle demand. Instinctively she yielded, opening to him even more. And then her whole body tightened at the first intimate touch of his mouth.

„It’s all right,“ Reever said gently, biting Tory with exquisite delicacy. „You’re almost ready now.“

„For what?“ she whispered, and her voice, like her body, trembled.

„To die with me inside you, and then to be born again the same way. With me. We’re going to be together all the way to our souls.“

Tory didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Sensations she had never known were sweeping through her, dragging fire in their wake. She called Reever’s name and was answered by a caress that made her cry out at the incandescent pleasure bursting through her. The world slid farther away from her with each wave of fire, each consuming caress, until she could neither think nor speak, only respond with an abandon that was like nothing she had ever experienced.

With a final, slow caress Reever moved over Tory, wrapping himself around her, catching her wild cries with his mouth at the same instant that he thrust into her, burying himself in the sweei heat and ecstatic fire he had created. He felt the fierce, delicate, overwhelming completion take her even as he did. He moved slowly, fiilly, increasing and savoring her release as though it were his own. When the last shivering tremors finally faded from her softness, he held himself perfectly still, waiting for her eyes to open.

„Tory,“ he murmured, biting her lower lip with exquisite sensuality.

Her eyes opened and she stared straight into the hot silver of barely leashed, soul-deep desire. „Reever?“

„Yes, little cat,“ he said huskily. „Now it begins.“