Page 62 of Craig

Watching her, holding her fevered gaze, he slid first one finger into the welcoming warmth and then another and shot her up. Just like that.

It made him crazy to see that sexy body arching, lips parted as she called out his name.

God! What a woman.

His woman. His.

Only his. He had to have her now.

He had reservations about taking her in the open on the crude deck he and his father had built, but somehow it felt right.

Drenched in the middle of nature, flowers all around them, the breeze wafting the leaves, the sound of water lapping at the strong beams, it was fitting. He fought to get rid of his clothes, already fully aroused and desperate to join himself to her.

But he was also careful. The blankets were soft, but so was her skin, and he had no intention of marring the perfection.

Lying on the cushions, he brought her up and over him, settling her so that she sheathed him. Her eyes widened, her back arched in response.

His own body jolted. She settled around him like a tight wet fist.

For a minute, he could not move. He knew if he did, it would all be over, and he wanted it to last.

He wanted to capture the moment, the exquisite sensation of her wrapped around him.

He wanted this feeling to go on forever. His hands lifted to cup her breasts, thumbs feathering over the rigid nipples.

When she murmured his name in that husky voice of hers, emotions filled him to overflowing. She moved, slowly, undulating her hips, those magnificent eyes watching him.

His thrusts increased, driving into her, moving from degree to degree, until they were both desperately driving towards the release. Not yet, not yet.

The words sang through his brain even as his body surged into hers.

When she arched like a bow, was there anything more beautiful than a strong, beautiful woman letting go, letting loose? If there was, he had yet to find that out.

He rose to meet her. First he took her mouth, just drank from her, his hunger knew no bounds.

She responded in kind, fingers digging into his back, his shoulders and then his back again. He gripped her hair, yanked her back so he could feast on her throat, biting the flesh and releasing a moan that echoed through the stillness.

It was going to be soon, he thought hazily. He could not hold back any longer.

His hands drifted down to her buttocks, then to grip her hips as he drove upwards. He swallowed her gasp as her world splintered apart again.

The shock of the release had her body bowing, her fingers digging into his scalp. He had to release her mouth because his breath was strangled.

He couldn't breathe.

The climax ripped through his unsuspecting body like shards of jagged glass and left him bleeding. He poured himself into her, his body shuddering.

It had been great before, but oh good Christ! It had never been like this.

Not near like this. If it had been, he would never have allowed her to leave.

And now, they were sealed, bonded together. There was no way in hell he was letting her go.

She belonged to him.

The wave decreased slowly and even then, they were disoriented. She sagged against him, her face pressed against his shoulder.

He held her close, arms wrapped possessively around her.