“Say it again,” she ordered against his mouth, her hands sliding down his chest and resting over his heart that pounded reassuringly beneath her palm.
“I love you.”
Keyonna shivered at the throb in his beautifully accented voice, pulling back to gaze into his dark eyes. “Again,” she said with a cheeky smile, but his gaze was sober as they held hers deeply.
“I love…,” Nick began, but Keyonna caught the rest of it in her mouth as she kissed him again, deeply and so hungrily that the breath seemed knocked out of them both. Her hands played over his silky-matted chest, her fingers curling into the soft hairs. And then her eager palms danced lower, moaning with pleasure in the satin smoothness of his firm skin, the way his muscles rippled beneath her touch.
“Keyonna,” Nick groaned as she explored him more intimately, her fingers dipping beneath the unbuttoned waistband of his jeans to stroke his burgeoning thickness. His breathing became ragged as the heat of passion erupted in the air, ready to bring down the walls until everything was just rubble and dust around them…
Nick took hold of her errant wrists, switching her on her back as he drew her hands high over her head, out of mischief’s way. He thought of the last several hours spent just exploring each other’s passions and fantasies. From the bed, to the shower, then up against the bathroom counter. He’d meant it when he’d told her she could make a man want to have sex in all sorts of places with her; to discover every thrill her delightfully sexy body could bring. She drew out the beast in him but Nick still held much of his ferocious need for her back. It hadn’t been a week since the accident and they’d also had the trip over on the plane.
“Let’s not forget our intention to take it slow, hmm?” he teased softly. “I wouldn’t want you to exert yourself so soon after your ordeal.”
“Nick, I told you,” Keyonna sighed with a roll of her eyes. “I’m not made of…”
“Glass, I know,” he broke in with a chuckle, but his humor faded as he gazed down at her, his eyes darkening almost black as they skipped over her naked frame; her breasts full and firm yet as delicate as the most exotic of fruits. He bent his head to kiss them warmly, using his tongue to lave the dark tips that hardened to buttons and had Keyonna moaning softly with the pleasure of it. Intoxicated by her texture and scent, Nick dipped even lower, dusting her with kisses down to her navel. He circled the tiny indent with his tongue until she squirmed.
He released his hold on her wrists and she quickly sank her fingers in his hair and drew his head up, rewarding him with the sweet nectar of her lips.
Nick drank gustily, kissing her so hard his senses reeled. Each time they kissed he thought of those weeks he’d spent going crazy with worry and angst mingled with the feeling of being thwarted. No woman had ever got through his walls the way Keyonna had. Thinking how furious he’d been to find out she’d run out on him, and then how his heart had almost shut down when she’d had that accident – both extremes had torn him in two. One conclusion and one only came up from all that had happened: Keyonna had stolen his heart and he was happily, gladly entrapped.#p#分页标题#e#
Their lips clung in a molten tango and he groaned, his fingers busy delving into that secret part of her he found was as warm and slick and ready for him as ever. She blew his mind the way she responded to him so willingly, never holding back. Nick almost couldn’t wait to enjoy once more the wonders that deep, snug well held.
“Oh darling,” Keyonna gasped into his mouth, her back arching off the bed as her pelvis bucked into his stroking hand. “Oh please…”
He shushed her with a deeper kiss, not letting up from the spell he was weaving with his gentle fingers deep within her core. Not until she at last cried out her release minutes later. Her fingernails dug shallowly in his back and his name was a chant on her lips.
Nick broke the kiss, drawing back slightly and waiting until she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her gaze was awed, her skin flushed from her recent, spasmodic orgasm. Nick loved watching her cum, see her body undulate like a belly dancer’s; a sight so radiant and even sublime. She couldn’t know what a gift it was when she succumbed to his touch and let him control her pleasure.
As she stared up at him, he found it impossible to hold back the depth of his emotions, saying deeply, “You’re the one woman in the world that means more to me than my life. Don’t ever forget that.”
“I won’t,” Keyonna vowed on a heart-felt sigh, her arms linking around his neck and drawing his face close to hers. Their breaths mingled from their parted lips, and Nick could hold back no longer. Her softness, her sweetness, called to him like a siren. Overtaken by his need for her, he sheathed himself sleekly within her velveteen snugness.