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"I cannot-" His hands clenched into fists as she lowered her head and used her tongue on the nipple. He endured it, his body arching towards her mouth. But when she started down to his stomach, nibbling at the skin, he completely lost it. "Sweetheart-" His hand lifted and he clutched at her hair. "Stop."
But she was edging further down. The minute she kissed the tip of him, he knew he could not stand any more. Hauling her up, he pushed her back against the cushions and straddled her, his expression fierce.
"You witch," he whispered as he used trembling fingers to guide himself into the tight moistness that had the ability to leave him completely speechless. "How I missed you." He sank into her, his teeth gritted as she enveloped him.
He was thrown back to the first time he made love to her and how he had made a fool of himself, by telling her that she was the best he ever had. He had babbled as he poured himself into her, the climax premature and so powerful that it had left him shaken.
As if she understood what was happening, she wrapped her hands around his neck and brought his head down to hers.
"This is how much I missed you." She took his lips in a kiss that he felt down to his very toes. His body splintered as he surged upwards, his body driving into hers. No woman ever had this power over him and it amazed and disconcerted him.
He sank into the kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, absorbing the sweetness and moisture mingling with his. He inhaled her essence, her breath mixing with his and making him acutely aware of her.
His control broke, just snapped and he was moving fast, driving into her, pushing her up against the wall. He felt when she lifted her legs and drummed the heels of her feet against his buttocks. He also felt when she stiffened, her fingers digging into his shoulders and then his back.
Swallowing her cries, he felt his own powerful climax starting. Dragging his mouth from hers, he buried his face against her neck as he instinctively tried to fight the emotions swamping him. Sinking his teeth into the fleshy part of her neck, his body shuddered. He faintly heard her cry out as he sucked her flesh into his mouth.
He could not stop, found himself pouring into her, driving into her with a desperation that he could not help.
It took several minutes before he could even stir.
Her feet slid off him, giving him the time and energy to lift his head. His eyes immediately zeroed in on the rash where his teeth had nibbled, mouth sucked and felt a dart of irrational anger that he had once again behaved like an animal.
“I should put something on that.” He spoke briskly as he started to slide off her.
“I am fine.” Her arms trapped him, forcing him to meet her eyes. “I will get to it eventually.”
“You could get an infection.” His voice was rigidly controlled as if making up for the lack of it earlier.
“No. Look at me.” When he did, she used one hand to touch the indentation in his strong chin. “I love it when you lose control like that.”
“You would. I don’t.”
Remi stifled a sigh of impatience. “It means a lot to me.”
“I keep hurting you.” He shoved off her and this time resisted when she would have wrapped her hands tighter around his neck. “I need a drink.”
Hauling herself up, she spread the blanket over her as she watched him go to the Japanese cabinet. Her flesh where he had sunk his teeth was still throbbing as was the rest of her body. She could still feel him deep inside her and the thrill of the climax was still wrapped around her. He transported her to places she had never known existed.
A shiver went through her as she watched the long, lean body, moving with cat-like grace. He was tall, topping over six feet three inches, his muscles sleek and well defined.
“Want one?” He glanced at her over one broad shoulder.
“No. I feel lonely over here. And cold.”
“There is a fire blazing in the hearth.” He turned to face her; the drink cradled in one hand. “And you have a blanket.”
“You generate more warmth.” She smiled at him, brown eyes watching him closely. He hated that he was like an open book to her. And that he was so damn needy.
Aloof and distant, she thought as she stared at him. “How was the trip?”
“Progressive.” He shrugged a shoulder. “I brought you something.” A smile touched his lips when she stiffened and her eyes flashed.
“I asked you to stop. Dammit Wade! I have more clothes, jewels and blasted stuff than one woman could ever need.”
“Oh, but I so love your grateful reaction when I hand you my gifts. What would I do without that charge?” Tossing back the drink, he went to get his case and brought it back with him. “It’s just a little something that caught my eye when I was in Pompeii.”
“You went to Pompeii? I thought you were in Venice.”
