desperate desire.
Some soft sound esi~aped her, and she gasped when his lips moved upon
her fi~h, when he turned his head against her, his hair teasing the
flesh of her abdomen, then his kiss and lips caressing it As he kissed
her he continued to push the gown up. The flannel raked over her
breasts, over her hardened nipples.
He rose and knelt over her again, taking each breast fully into his
mouth.
She was alabaster, as perfect as marble with the dusky, rose-tipped
peaks, so hard, so compelling, drawing his body into a tighter, harder
knot all the while, exciting him to an ungodly high with the mere
whisper of her breath, the tiny gasps that escaped her, the sultry,
sensual way her body moved against him. Such little movements, as if she
was afraid, as if she discovered the haunting rhythms of making love.
He paused, meeting her eyes. Half-closed eyes--dazed, damp, luminous and
honest--meeting his. Her gaze fell upon his naked and aroused body, and
her eyes widened again. They met his again, and the beautiful flush of
rose came to her cheeks. He reached for her gown and pulled it over her
shoulders, and they knelt facing each other. She threw her arms shyly
around him, but that served to press them together, all their nakedness,
and he felt her breasts upon his chest as thoroughly as he knew that she
felt the ripple of his muscle and the blinding heat that led him now.
He pressed her into the quilt, down, down, into the hay. He crawled over
her again, seizing hold of her lips, kissing her until her breath came
raggedly, until her breasts rose and fell heatedly in his hands, until
she trembled wherever he touched her. Then he kissed her breasts again,
fascinated by the shape and texture and by the perfect marble beauty. He
lowered himself against her, near blinded by his own need yet driven to
see that she felt no pain, that she savored this time between them as he
did, that she remember the passion; the desperation, the aching, longing
need.
He kissed her between her breasts, then strayed down the length of her
breastbone. He touched her ribs with the tip of his tongue and delved
deeply into her navel the same way. And then he dropped his head still
lower. He felt her legs quiver and a quickening within her and heard the
soft, 159 shocked protest on her lips. But he ignored her and made love
completely to her, delving into the very femininity of her. She cried
out, this time not so softly. He laced his fin gets with hers and
touched and delved ever deeper. He brought the searing, damp heat of his
kiss and earess to the very bud of her desire. Her fingers tightened
painfully around his, but he wedged himself firmly_ between her thighs
and tenderly caressed her. She whimpered, tossing her head so her hair
spread out like a burst of sunrise. And still he drank ever more deeply
of her sweet scent and taste, until he could feel the pulse of desire
rising within her.
He crawled atop her then, discovering her eyes dosed, her face ashen.
And yet her fingers dug into his shoulders, and when he carefully
lowered himself over her and pushed slowly within her, he found her damp
and welcoming. He watched her face even as he thrust past the portals of
her innocence, and she never cried out or murmured a single protest or
whimper.
He sheathed himself slowly inside her, then he held and caught hold of
her chin.
Her eyes flew open, so large and dark, then they fluttered closed again
as he took her lips and caressed her with long, slow, leisurely
kisses--taking all of her mouth, exploring, tasting, savoring. And as he
kissed her he began to move within her, strokes as soft as velvet, slow
and evoea- five, coercive.
He felt something give within her when the pain had ~ faded and the new
pleasure began. There was an easing of her arms around him, and her
long, enchanting legs wound tightly around him. Her fingertips grazed
his shoulders, the nails lightly stroking. Soft sounds of passion began
to escape her.
He thrust hard then, unleashing the passion that had grown and simmered
and become explosive 'within him. He moved like the wind and like the
earth, and he whispered to words that meant nothing, words that barely
found and yet words that meant everything. Their lips met again and
again, parted, fused and sealed together, as did their bodies. He felt
himself grow slick with the heat they ignited in the night, and he knew
that he could not hold on much longer. And still he fought the climax
that clamored in his loins, in his heart, in his mind. He fought it,
driving her ever upward, leaving her shivering in moonbeams, taking her
ever higher. Then he felt it. A wild stiffening in her body, a stark
moment in which she seemed to fight him, then she was trembling beneath
him in great shudders.
He cast back his head. He felt a groan rumbling in his throat just as
the heat and fever and excitement within him drew to a massive pitch.
The sound escaped him, the life and energy and heat of his body shot
from him, filling her.
Again and again, shudders seized him, and he filled her again and again.
Then he wrapped his arms around her and held her very tightly. He eased
to her side, taking his weight from her but keeping his arms around her
so that she fell atop him. She sighed softly. Damp tendrils of her hair
curled over him. He touched it and remembered wondering how it would
feel against him.
Like silk. it felt like silk. And it looked like the sun, so blond
against the bronze of his skin. And she felt like silk, her body so
slick with all that had been between then, covering him.
Her face lay against his chest. She didn't say a word, and she didn't
seem to want to look at him.
"Are you all right?" he asked her, softly smoothing back a tendril of
her hair.
She nodded against him.
"Did I--hurt you?"
She shook her head, but still she didn't say a word. "You're not crying,
are you?" he asked her.
"No!" she said in muffled, indignant protest. "Women do, you know."
"Women do!" she repeated, speaking at last. She sat up, and her eyes met
his.
"How many women do you--did you ... Oh, never mind!" She started to
pull away. Her breasts swung heavy and fascinating before him, and he
quickly laughed, pulling her back. His voice was husky when he spoke.
"I've never, never, been in a--er, circumstance like this one before."
"Like" -- "With a virgin," he said flatly.
She flushed crimson. He pulled her close to him. She was wiggling and
squirming, ready to retreat now that it was all over, despite the way
she had played the seductress so boldly. He didn't want to lose her.
"Tess!"
"What? Will you please" -- "I didn't go back to Eliza that night,
either.
The whole thing was a show" -- "Eliza is in love with you."
"Eliza is in love with a lot of people." She Paused, tossing her hair,
studying him with her enormous eyes.
"And what about you?" I m not in love with anyone, he said. Agam"~e felt
her pulling away. He tightened his hold around her. But I am your eyes.
And I love the way you fight until the bitter end, though I could also
strangle you for that same quality. I love the way you think, and I love
the way you take ~ of the people around you, and I even love the way
your ~Yes flash when you're jealous."
"I'm not jealous" -- "Then nosy. You were damned determined to I had
taken my bath."
"Because" -- She broke off, staring at him. i He grinned.
"Because you weren't about to come near me had been near another woman,
was that it?"
He laughed again, hugged her close and rolled her over in the hay.
"Never fear, my feisty little love. When I am near you, I will never
find the need for another."
His lips closed over hers. He stroked his hand down the length of her,
touching her openly and intimately. A sound rumbled in her throat
against his kiss. He ignored her. All the fires of hell were burning
inside him again, and this time he need not be so slow, so careful. She
had learned about tenderness. She was ready to learn about the tempest.
Later, when dawn neared, she slept. Jamie stared at the rafters as the
first pale light of day appeared, impressed by the eagerness and
complete abandon with which she had approached lovemaking. He had never
known a feeling of such relaxation, of physical bliss as her sleeping
body against his.
She had learned many things this night. She slept with her knee slightly
curved upon him, her hair tangled around his shoulders and chest. He
touched a strand lightly, and it was almost as if the gold and honey
touched him back, as if it gave him warmth. He looked at her face, so
beautiful, so perfect, her lips just slightly parted, cherry red in the
first rays of light, tempting. He stroked her shoulder and her back. She
moved against him, and he felt the warmth of her breath upon him as she
sighed softly.
She had learned so much. But he had lea rued a great deal that night,
too.
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