Craving Beauty(12)

He was fascinated by her smooth bottom, very aware of the heat and silky   pleasure that awaited him below the curve he was caressing. Voracious   and impatient, the rush of need was almost savage, but he controlled it   with ruthless force. This time was about teaching his princess that  she  now belonged to the American she'd married. Without compromise.                       
       
           



       



"Filthy," he whispered against her neck. "The front of you is going to need extra attention."



She shook her head in desperation. "No, I'll do it."



"Uh-uh," he disagreed. "My privilege."



"Husband, what you make me feel may drive me crazy. You do not wish for a crazy wife."



Her panicked words made him want to tease her some more. Wrapping his   arms around her body, he closed his hands over her breasts and then   pressed his body flush against her back. In an effort to escape, she   squeezed herself against the glass wall of the shower. He followed. His   erection lay between them, hot and throbbing.

"Husband, please." The husky plea asked for mercy...not for an end to this highly charged game of pleasure but for completion.



"Don't you like this, cher?" She wiggled her body in response, settling him even more snugly against her.



"Stop that, unless you want me inside you right here, right now."



"Okay." She nodded vigorously. "I'm not afraid. You have been very careful of me. I'm ready. Truly, I am,"



He chuckled. "You're not getting away that easily."



"Why do you torture me?"



"Maybe I'm taking revenge for all the bad things you've done to me." He   nipped at her neck again, aware that she reacted each time he indulged   himself that way. . She was a quiet lover, but he was a man who'd grown   up with the whispers of the bayou. He knew how to listen for the  softest  of his wife's sighs, how to read the sweet tension in her  feminine  muscles, how to smell the scent of her desire. Hira was  telling him what  she liked, and he was paying damn close attention.



"I have not done such things!" She pushed back in rage but he was far stronger.



Fighting an urge to laugh in delight, he moved his hands until her   nipples were between his fingers. At the same time, he nudged one leg   between her thighs. She gasped. "Are you wet for me, Hira?" He pinched   her nipples gently.



"I..." Her whole body trembled.



"Maybe I should check." He slid one hand from her breast down her damp   stomach to the curls at the juncture of her thighs. Because his thigh   was between hers, she couldn't close her legs even if she'd wanted to.   He went slowly, watching for any sign that she wanted him to stop, even   going so far as to start to slide his thigh out. She squeezed her legs   together, not to halt his hand, but his withdrawal. His mouth dry with   anticipation, he thrust his hair-roughened thigh between her smooth  ones  once more, his hand resting below her navel.



Whimpering, she let his fingers slide through her curls and into the   delicate folds between her legs. So unbearably soft that she made him   feel incredibly male, she shuddered as he stroked her sensitive flesh in   search of heat. When he found it, he gently pushed a single finger   inside her, just enough to tantalize, to tempt. She cried out, her   slender frame racked by tremors. His own body went taut with   desperation.



"Yes, you're wet." Voice beyond rough, he removed his hand and her body   tried to follow. Chuckling hoarsely, he drew back and turned her in his   arms, letting the water wash over her. "Wet all over."



Eyes almost blind with desire met his. "You must finish," she ordered.



"In a while." He had no idea how he was remaining in control. Perhaps it   was the fact that despite her natural sultriness, she was an innocent   and didn't know how to push him to the edge.



Then she made a sound of utter frustration and her hands clasped his erection. "Now!"



Pleasure splintered through his body as her hands held him with expertise that belied her claim of virginity.

Experience he could accept, lies he despised. Growling, he thrust a hand   through her hair, scattering the pins to the floor and sending that   black-and-gold waterfall cascading down her back. "Who else have you   held in your hands?"



She scowled at him. "No one!" Then to his shock, she leaned forward and bit his lower lip, a sharp little snap

that rocked him. "You have made me crazy as I warned."



It was the edgy remark that calmed the hunter. Perhaps he had pushed her   to take this bold step. Hira, he was beginning to learn, was a very   strong woman. A woman who went after what she wanted. A woman who   acknowledged her mistakes and called on him to explain his own actions.



Reaching down between their bodies, he removed her hands, though she   didn't go quietly. Moving them up above her head, he pinned them against   the glass with one hand. She tried to escape, her eyes wild as she   watched him soap up his free hand. Dropping the soap to the floor, he   began to lather her breasts.                       
       
           



       

Her body shuddered. "Marc..."



"That's it, baby, say my name." He moved enough that the spray washed   away the soap on her breasts. Then he leaned down and took her nipple   into his mouth.



She bucked and screamed. "Marc! Please! Please!"



He wanted to give in to her, his body aching for release, but he knew   the importance of seducing her properly. Once he had her, he'd want to   taste her passion again and again, and she had to want him just as much.   He released her hands and lifted her by the hips. She wrapped her legs   around him, clasping him to her and opening herself to his  penetration.



"Not yet, cher." When she parted her lips to protest, he kissed her.



Because her mouth was already open, it began as a much more carnal kiss than the one they'd shared outside.

But despite that, he didn't ravage her. Instead, he teased her with   short strokes and licks of his tongue that barely ventured beyond her   lips. Her hands clenched in his hair. For a few moments she didn't   respond, then her tongue shyly stroked his lower lip. He couldn't stop   his body surging into her.



He was inside her before he could breathe, lodged just barely in her heat. '



She tried to push forward and impale herself. He clasped her hips and   kept her still, though sweat was pouring down his face, mixing with the   shower spray. "Kiss me, cher. Kiss me like you want me deep inside you,   touching you in a place no one else has ever breached." It was a  sensual  demand that pushed at her innocence but he needed her with him  all the  way, needed her to feel the same raging fire that was scorching  him. His  hunger would be satisfied with nothing less than her utter  and complete  participation, followed by her absolute, unflinching  surrender.



She gasped, tawny eyes almost swallowed by dark pupils. Then she leaned   just a tiny bit forward, held his face in her hands and kissed him. It   was the tenderness of her hold that rocked him. Before he could find  his  feet, she was obeying his order, kissing him with such passion that  he  felt her desire all the way to his toes, a sizzling heat that made  every  nerve ending he had fire in rapid sequence.



Her tongue stroked his, shy but determined. "Husband..."



The single trembling word shattered his control. Entwining his fingers   with hers, he pressed their joined hands to the glass wall and slid   another inch into her. Her whole body shook, but she didn't break eye   contact.

"Ready?"



"Yes." Sensual determination was stamped in her features, her lips lush and just barely parted.

He rocked against her, giving her time to get used to this absolute   intimacy. She shuddered, and the tight sheath of her body gave way.   "More?" he whispered, releasing her hands to stroke his over her   buttocks while his body held hers pinned to the wall.



It didn't surprise him that she understood. Her breasts heaving against   his chest, she swallowed. "I'm sure, husband... Marc, I want you." No   prevarication, no hesitation, just the truth of her desire.



He read that truth in her exotic gaze. Though her pupils were hugely   dilated, she was still with him, riding passion's currents. She was, he   realized, his perfect match in this arena. Fire rippled through him,   urging him to surge forward and brand her with his possession.