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They locked gazes, his eyes gleaming a rich, antique gold with spears of chocolate brown mingling in the depths. His hand shifted within hers, his fingers caressing her forearm and sending shivers up her spine. In that moment, she felt more naked than while sprawled on the bathroom floor. She wanted to break their eye contact, but couldn’t.
“I thought last night went well,” hesaid.
His fingers drifted higher and a shudder raced through her. “Oh, yes, Idefinitely think it went well. For a practice session,” she added with a teasing smile.
He cocked his head to one side in consideration. “Maybe too rushed?”
“Rushed?” Did he really think they’d rushed?
“Perhaps a slower seduction.” His gaze darkened, the gold starbursts becoming lost within the swirl of dark brown. Did his eyes change with his moods? How intriguing. “A slower seduction would definitely require more practice,” he added, stripping off his clothing with swift, economical movements.
Oh, God. “In that case, we should gomuchslower. We do have all the time in the world.” And then she remembered the temporary nature of their marriage and hastened to correct herself. “Or rather, plenty of time.”
“I like the sound of all the time in the world.”
Pain gripped her. “Saying it doesn’t make it true.”
“This night we have all the time in the world,” he informed her. “And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow’s morrow.”
His words seduced her and she reached for him, finding forever in his arms. Their mouths met, blended, parted, and found each other again.
“It’s my turn,” she murmured.
“Your turn?” He cupped her face, feathering kisses across her forehead, her cheekbones and jawline, and finally her mouth. “For what?”
“To make love to you.”
“That wasn’t part of our agreement,” he argued.
“It is now.”
She mimicked his kisses, forehead, cheekbones, jawline. Finally, she sank into his mouth, losing herself in the delicious taste of him. Dragging herself away proved a monumental effort. But she’d promised to make love to him and that involved more than kisses.
She continued exploring, stroking the impressive width of his shoulders and the taut muscles of his arms and chest. Black swirls of hair surrounded his nipples and she painted them with her fingertips. His arms tightened around her in response.
The swirls met over his breastbone and drifted downward, and Mia followed the pathway with nibbled kisses and licks. He hardened in response and she closed her hands around him, surprised by the dichotomy of softness and steel. She’d never gone down on a man before, wasn’t quite sure how to go about it. And though she’d never been tempted with Corey or any other man, she wanted to try with Brand.
Everything about him appealed. His musky, masculine scent. His breadth and length. The heavy muscling of his abdomen and thighs. It aroused her beyond measure.
“You don’t need to do this,” he said tightly.
“I know. Iwant to. Show me what to do.”
Slowly, gently, with surprising tenderness, he guided her through the act, explaining what to do, how to do it, and what he enjoyedmost.
“When it’s your turn, you have to tell me what works best for you, too,” he insisted. And then he couldn’t talk any longer, his passionate cries all the encouragement she needed to help him find his completion.
Afterward, he turned the tables on her, determined to give her as much delight as she’d given him. How did she adequately express how much his lovemaking meant to her? And it was lovemaking, not just sex. He expressed that in the way he touched her, the tenderness of each caress, and the care he took to find what brought her the most satisfaction.
He took her slow and easy, adelicious dance of male to female. Then he took her harder, faster, awhirlwind spinning her higher and higher. Toward the end it became chaos, rhythm found, lost, and found again as they drove toward the pinnacle, crashing up and over in broken gasps and frantic cries ofneed.
Afterward they lay tangled in a damp pile of loose limbs, exchanging kisses both hungry and satisfied. And in that moment, Mia knew if she weren’t very, very careful she’d lose her heart to him. And when the time came for them to part, despite all she’d survived in the past, Brand might prove to be the one to ultimately breakher.
“We definitely need more practice,” Brand’s voice rumbled close to her ear. “I’m sure I can do better than that.”
He pulled her close and she curled up on her side, her right leg thrown over his, the icepack once again in place. Her palm rested against his heart, cupping the steady rhythm that seemed to beat for themboth.
Mia pressed a kiss to his chest. “If you do any better, it might just kill me,” she retorted with a smile.
