Page 44 of Against the Wind

That look in his eyes. She had never felt so powerful. Staring at him she commanded, “Now it’s your turn to undress.”

He cast aside his clothes quickly, Kit watching him with rapt fascination, her blue eyes already glazed with beginning passion fixed on a particular part of his anatomy.

“I have been in this condition since we married, Kitten,” he said, unable to resist a smile. “It only takes seeing you.”

She blushed. “I know after our…beginning, Martin…you may find this hard to accept, but I am still new to lovemaking.” Her words were a nervous whisper.

“You need have no worry, Kitten. I am looking forward to teaching you everything you need to know.”

To be honest, he was delighted that she was still new to what lay before them. That innocence was something he noticed the first night they came together.

He moved to the bed and in one fluid movement slipped in next to her, taking her into his arms. She was all softness, skin like the smoothest silk, hair a long fiery stream on the pillow. He pressed his full length against her. For a moment he just held her, stroking the round softness of the side of a breast, then her ribs and the curve of her hip. He murmured, “I am so hungry for you.”

Letting her settle on her back, he rolled atop her, kissing her deeply. Purposely he slowed his movements, relishing the feel of her body, trying to take his time. They had all night. They had the rest of their lives.

She threaded her fingers through his hair. He loved the touch of her hands and he said so, pressing his body closer to hers.

“I like touching you,” she responded.

“I had hoped to go slowly, but—”

“Perhaps another night,” she whispered. Her voice was breathy, and she dropped her hands to his shoulders pulling him more tightly against her.

Martin swept his hand the length of her body. It was perfect, though he already knew that. He had an exceptional memory where she was concerned. He bent his head to the base of her neck and kissed her there, his hands gliding over her belly to her woman’s mound where warm, willing flesh greeted his fingers. She responded as she had before, with a soft moan and an eager kiss on his ear.

He brought his mouth to her full breasts and could not resist licking them. Her skin tasted of salted honey. Taking a warm nipple into his mouth, he slid his hand down her body and back to the wet folds at the apex of her thighs, and there he slipped a finger inside. She pressed her body against his hand, writhing in response to him teasing that tender bud.

She was ready, and he was beyond restraint. Unable to wait any longer he raised his body over hers and, in one thrust, claimed her. His bride gasped as he did, but she soon began to move with him.

“Oooooh,” she moaned as her tight, hot flesh gripped him, nearly causing him to lose his seed. Only years of self-control and his desire to see her satisfied allowed him to stave off the overwhelming urge.

She threaded her fingers through his hair as he drove into her. His heart beat rapidly. They were both panting as they moved together, lost to passion. Kit’s breasts rubbed the hair on his chest, teasing him into a frenzy as they neared the precipice of their pleasure. As she writhed beneath him, he lost his control. He took her mouth in a deep kiss before lifting his head. “Now, my love, now.”

Her muscles spasmed in release and she whispered, “I love you, Martin.”

Those words sent him over the cliff. “Ah, Kitten.” His release came fast, and he collapsed into her embrace. Nothing had ever felt so sweet, so right. Was it possible he had found love twice in his life? His love for Elise was lost to the past, but this woman he held in his arms, she was his future. And, she loved him!

It was more than he’d hoped for yet all he desired.

Kit woke in darkness to Martin’s hands roaming over her breasts, his fingers gently teasing her nipples. His erection pressed against her bottom, hard and demanding, and she found herself already aroused though still rising from a deep sleep. Eager for what she knew was coming, she turned in his arms and pressed her lips to his.

“The feel of you is too great a temptation,” he whispered. “Sleep has eluded me.”

His chest hair tickled her breasts. Kit had no desire for sleep either.

He began with a teasing rain of kisses on her breasts and then slid down to her belly. Spreading her legs with his hands, he ran his lips over her inner thighs and finally settled his mouth on the dark red curls between her legs.

What was he about?

“Don’t be alarmed, Kitten,” he said as she stiffened. “I want to love you this way.”

His tongue dipped into her, and she melted at the slow erotic torture as he circled the sensitive place that brought her pleasure.

“Martin, Martin.” She shivered, wanting more.

“Yes, I know.” Crawling up her body like a predatory cat, he kissed her. Then she felt him enter her. Joined together they began to move, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. Whatever they’d shared, whatever they would share, even if he never returned the love she had confessed, they had this passion between them.

In only a moment, she reached her peak, and he joined her.