Which he took full advantage of. He put his hands over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, cupping them, molding them. Slowly at first then with more force.
He didn"t hurt her. Not at all. He made her ache. For more. Faster.
Shifting her head to get a better angle, she reached for his jeans but he grabbed both of her hands in one of his and instead flattened them against his stomach.
"Not yet. I want you to touch me."
Was it possible his voice had slipped even lower?
It sent shivers up her spine.
"Are you cold?" His hands moved from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to her shoulders then rubbed down her arms.
Shaking her head vehemently, she looked up, her fingers sliding under his waistband to brush closer and closer to what he had hidden behind the zipper.
His eyelids snapped shut and his expression looked almost pained. "Touch me, Mara. I want your hands on me."
The tone of his voice sent a bolt of sensation straight to her c.l.i.t. That little organ was already incredibly sensitive. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she aligned their bodies until she could press her c.l.i.t against his thigh. The pressure gave her some much-needed relief. But only for a few seconds. Then the yearning increased.
His mouth descended again, but this time his lips landed on her neck. He nipped at her skin before he licked at her earlobe then kissed his way down to her collarbone.
Goose b.u.mps erupted along her skin, and her fingers dug into his back.
"Yeah, that"s right. I like that."
Liked what? She dragged her nails up his back and he groaned into her neck.
Oh. Okay.
While she discovered every trick to make him groan, he drove her closer to the edge of total surrender.
If she thought what she"d experienced before had been good, Race proved her totally wrong.
He set her on fire with only his hands and his mouth. She couldn"t imagine what would happen when he finally took the rest of her clothes off.
Which would hopefully happen really soon.
She felt like a rocket with a lit fuse, all ready to go off but still burning.
Race, however, wasn"t getting with the program. He maintained his slow and steady pace, his mouth lingering in all sorts of interesting places but not exactly where she wanted him to go. He nipped along her collarbone, following the curve of her shoulder before backtracking to her neck.
He bit her at the point where her neck met her shoulder, causing her to gasp and her fingernails to rake at his back.
The sound he made a.s.sured her he liked what she"d done but she was fast losing her senses under his steady onslaught of desire.
Her head tilted back so he could get a better angle and his lips trailed down her neck to the top curve of her breast.
Just a little farther...
His arms wrapped around her and her feet left the floor. A second later, he lowered his lips to one of her nipples and sucked.
If the spell on her voice had been broken, her groan would have rattled the windows. Electricity shot through her, to all the points of her body that demanded he pleasure them. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her c.l.i.t. Deep inside her body.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, her eyes closed as she absorbed the pleasure rushing through her.
With his mouth, he worshipped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, teasing the nipples into tight points that begged for more. And he gave it to her. He bit her, not hard enough to hurt. And still she shuddered from the shock of it.
One hand clutched at his shoulder, the other clamped to the back of his head, making sure he didn"t get away.
When she began to rock against him, trying to get the pressure where she needed it, he lifted his head and tapped her a.s.s with his hand. Not hard, just enough to focus her attention.
"No jumping ahead of schedule." He began to walk, heading for her bedroom. "I plan to feast on you for at least another hour."
Her mouth dropped open and he started to laugh, a low chuckle that made her lips part as the sound battered her already crumbled defenses. "All right, maybe half an hour. But, Mara, I don"t want to rush this."
She wanted to respond, opened her mouth to speak and silently cursed the fact that she couldn"t. And she couldn"t use her hands either. The light was dimmer back here and he had a hard enough time understanding her when he could see her hands clearly.
A frown started to form but he swooped in and kissed it off her lips.
The next thing she knew she was falling.
No, not falling. Race was lowering her to the bed, following her down and completely covering her with his body.
Yes. This was what she"d wanted. The feeling of being totally surrounded by him, his mouth taking hers, his hands molding her body.
Her fingers splayed across his chest. The muscles jumped and flexed beneath her palms as she caressed his warm skin, even as his mouth demanded more.
She felt him working the b.u.t.tons on her jeans. With his free hand, he cupped her nape, holding her at the perfect angle for his kiss.
He struggled a little with her jeans but shoved them, along with her panties, off her hips and down around her thighs. She figured he"d want to get inside her as soon as possible but he left the jeans just above her knees.
Then she felt him brush against the hair on her mound. Every muscle in her body tensed with antic.i.p.ation, her c.l.i.t pulsing for his touch.
Which he deliberately denied her.
She squirmed against him, trying to make him touch her where she wanted. Instead he trailed his fingers up. Over her abdomen, still rounded with the baby weight she hadn"t yet lost to just below her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
Then he moved his mouth to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s again and used both his hands and lips to make her gasp and her body burn.
His lips tugged at one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. The dual stimulation had her fingers clenching into his shoulders. Trying to tug him closer.
But Race was an immoveable object, seemingly intent only on making her crazy. The heat from his body seared her, the hard ridge pressed against her thigh taunted her. She wanted to yell at him but of course he wouldn"t hear her.
All she could do was lie there and let him whip her into a frenzy. So she let herself enjoy it.
"That"s it." His rough voice sent a shiver through her body. "Let go, babe. Just give yourself over to me."
Oh yes, she would. For now.
He played with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s for a long time, until her bones felt like liquid and her skin oversensitive. When he finally slipped one hand back down her body, she nearly jumped out of her skin.
This time, he pushed her jeans down and completely off. As soon as her feet were free, she moved.
She rose onto her knees and pushed him onto his back. She knew the only reason she did was because he allowed her to. And that was okay.
When she had him flat on his back, she knelt beside him...then paused, unsure what to do next.
Her former lover had always taken control in the bedroom. She"d felt she hadn"t known enough to make it good for him, and he"d seemed to be content with a little foreplay and a really quick f.u.c.k. Which was all it had been with him.
This... This felt different. And she wanted it to be different.
"Mara." Race had gone still on the bed. When he spoke, her gaze flew up to catch his. "We can stop right-"
She put her hand over his mouth and shook her head, felt his lips curve beneath her hand before he pulled it away from his mouth and laced their fingers together.
"Then I"m all yours."
She smiled, his words giving her the confidence to do what she wanted. Give in to the urge to explore.
Since she"d loved when he"d sucked on her nipples, she bent and put her mouth over his. Nipping at the hard tip, she felt him groan. The vibration made her smile as she inhaled his scent and lapped up the salty flavor of his skin.
She lost herself in the taste and feel of him, exploring his body as he watched her. He released her to grip the quilt with both hands, as if he couldn"t trust himself not to grab her. As if she drove him to the point of losing his control.
Such a wonderful feeling. It made her smile up at him in triumph. And when he smiled back at her, she couldn"t wait any longer.
She reached for the b.u.t.ton on his jeans but he got there first.
"You touch me and I"ll come in your hands. Let me take these off."
The rough words made her p.u.s.s.y clench and she watched with avid fascination as he ripped open the zipper and practically tore the jeans off his legs.
His body was gorgeous but it was his erection that captured her full attention. Thick, hard. Soon to be hers.
She couldn"t help herself. She reached for him, curved her hands around the shaft and listened to him groan. She wanted him.
Looking up at him, she hoped he could read her mind. Apparently he could.
He took her by the waist and laid her out on the bed.
"We"re gonna take this really slow because I don"t want to hurt you. Okay?"
She nodded, having no doubt he"d take care of her.
But when she thought he"d finally enter her, he put a gentle hand between her legs and began to stroke her instead. The feeling lit her up inside, made her wet and more than ready.
He stroked along her l.a.b.i.a, the lips puffy and sensitive. His fingertips played in the moisture gathering there, let it wet his fingers until he used one to burrow inside her.
The intrusion felt thick and wonderful. And she needed more. She writhed, her hips beginning a slow grind that he couldn"t mistake for anything other than readiness.
His lips descended to hers, sealing them together. His tongue pressed into her mouth then retreated, picking up the same rhythm as his hand.
By the time he finally moved his body between her legs, she was limp but buzzing with antic.i.p.ation.
Removing his fingers from her, he rubbed his c.o.c.k against her l.a.b.i.a, making him slick.
When the blunt head of his c.o.c.k lodged at the entrance, he pulled back to look at her.
"You let me know if I hurt you."
She nodded then lifted her hips slowly to meet him. The thick intrusion of his erection stretched her until she thought she wouldn"t be able to take it. But there was no pain, just a sense of fullness as he worked his way inside.
So slowly. Too slowly.
She needed friction.
Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his waist, tilting her hips to take more of him. She watched his face, watched him grit his teeth as he sank deeper until finally he had her pinned to the mattress.
"Okay?"
She nodded again, even managed a smile. Then she put her hands on his hips and urged him to move, which he did. Slowly.
As if he were afraid she"d break.
Stroking one hand up his side, she reached his face and cupped his cheek, urging him to kiss her again.
He obliged but only for a second. Holding his weight above her didn"t allow him to move freely. She tugged him closer until he got the hint and pressed his body against hers. But he still wouldn"t move any faster.
Finally she took her hand from his hip and smacked him on the a.s.s.
He froze for a second before he lifted his head to look straight into her eyes.
"No fair, sweetheart. I"m not exactly steady right now."
She tapped him again, making sure she held his gaze.
With a groan, he dropped his head into the curve of her neck, opened his mouth on her skin and gave her a sucking kiss that electrified her nerve endings.
Then he started to move again. Faster. A little harder.
Yes. That was the friction she needed.
He took her breath away, not only with his body but with the way he made her feel. As if what she wanted was the only thing that mattered.
She felt her sheath tighten around him, felt the shudder that racked his body. Tightening her arms and legs around him, she let herself fall out of time with him.
The only sound she heard was the sound of his breath in her ear and the sound of flesh on flesh. The scent of his skin drew her mouth until she had to taste him again. Her teeth lodged into the shoulder, the closest part of him she could reach, and he growled.
That sound sank straight to her c.l.i.t, an almost physical caress that made her climax, pulsing around him until he couldn"t resist any longer.