A Little Night Muse(28)

                She gasped at the slow impalement, and he paused, “Adelyn?” But                     she rocked up against him and he was sheathed in her flesh, and she forgot where                     one of them stopped and the other started as they moved together in one                     motion.

                As a musetta, she had teased him.                     Now he took that power from her, pushing harder and faster than she had                     imagined, until her back arched and her head tilted into the blankets, offering                     him her aching breasts and the wild rush of her pulse.

                He licked her nipple and rolled the other between his long                     fingers as he ground his hips into hers. The pressure against her core was her                     undoing and she came apart again, just as he jackknifed against her with a                     shout, a wordless cry that nevertheless had a power in it she couldn’t decipher.                     He thrust again, and one more time, and then he shuddered. He dropped his head                     to the crook of her neck, his breath heaving, hot over her skin.

                The spasms in her own flesh quieted slowly with his breathing.                     After a long moment, he withdrew and lowered himself to rest at her side, their                     limbs still entwined.

                “I don’t usually do this.” His voice was muffled against her                     shoulder.

                She tripped her fingertips down his chest toward his                     still-rampant erection. “You are naturally gifted then.”

                He pulled slightly away and caught her hand. “I don’t mean...I                     don’t know what came over me.”

                She laughed, low in her throat. “You came over me.”

                He gave her a repressive look. “I am trying to say, I don’t                     usually take a woman to bed on the first date. Not that this was a date                     even.”

                She raised her hand to cup his cheek. The mingled scent of                     their sex and the flowers followed the gesture. Her heart seemed to skip once.                     “That makes me feel very special.”

                He stared. “Really?”

                “Don’t you think it means something that you would share                     yourself with me, like this?”

                “You are some kind of woman.”