Dream Wedding(44)

He went in deep, exploring her, urging her on. Her hips jerked, driving him in more, needing him. His tongue moved faster, then stopped, letting her concentrate just on his finger. In and out, rubbing against her, forcing her to a place she’d never been.

She tried to catch her breath. Her heels dug into the sleeping bag, her fingers grasped at the quilted fabric. More. She needed more.

He read her mind. His mouth pressed against her again. He flicked his tongue back and forth. The finger inside of her circled and plunged. The movements conspired together to force her to the edge. Every part of her body tightened in anticipation. Then he stopped. One heartbeat. Two. She knew he was making her wait, building the anticipation. A whimper escaped her.

He touched her again—in tandem. His tongue, his lips, his hand. And she exploded.

She knew what was happening, but she couldn’t control it. The moment was too perfect. She bucked and grabbed his shoulders, begging him not to stop. He continued to move, faster and lighter, drawing it all out of her until every cell of her body had filled itself with the passion and pleasure.

Slowly, very slowly, she relaxed. He pulled his mouth away and sat up. Perspiration coated her body. Her legs trembled. She would never be the same again.

“You are incredible,” he said.

She opened her eyes and stared at him. “Me? I was just along for the ride. You’re the one who—” She broke off and motioned vaguely with her hand. What did one say at a moment like this?

“You’re very responsive.” He rubbed his hands along her thighs, then up her belly. “I knew just where you were the whole time. That made it easy to know what to do.”

Nice to know, even if she hadn’t been doing it on purpose. Definitely better than the dream, she thought as he slipped off his jeans and briefs. Comparing what she’d felt then to what had just happened was like saying a cup of salt water was just like an ocean.

The sight of his arousal springing free caught her attention and forced all other thoughts from her mind. He was exactly as she’d known he would be. His chest, the scar on his forearm—she raised herself on one elbow to look—and the one on his knee. Familiar yet different. She didn’t have an explanation and right now she didn’t care.

“We have a dilemma,” he said as he knelt between her legs again. “I want you very much, as you can tell.”

He glanced down and she followed his gaze to his very impressive maleness. The thought of him filling her made her tummy tighten in anticipation.

“I want you, too,” she whispered.

He leaned forward and kissed her, then he touched her cheek with the back of his fingers. “I didn’t bring you up here to make love with you. I’m willing to admit I’d hoped we might end up right here, but I would have politely accepted a rejection on your part.”

“Okay.” She wasn’t sure what he was getting at. “I’m confused.”

He exhaled sharply. “What I’m trying to say is that I want to protect you. I brought condoms with me. But I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I really respect you. I think you’re great, and I—”

She pressed her fingers over his mouth and smiled. “No problem. I’m glad that you wanted this to happen. And to be completely honest, I brought them, too.”

His eyes widened. “You brought condoms?”

She blushed. Thank goodness it was too dark for him to see. “Well, it’s wasn’t exactly my idea. Cassie gave me one.”

That satisfied male smile returned. He reached for his jeans and withdrew the square plastic package. After putting on the protection, he pressed the tip of his arousal against her, then leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Just one?” he said. “That wouldn’t have been nearly enough.”

Chloe’s giggle of delight only increased Arizona’s need. He’d hoped making love with her would be terrific, but even his imagination hadn’t come up with anything even close to this glorious reality. He’d meant what he’d told her before. He had practically been able to read her mind when he’d been touching her. Maybe it was just instinct, but there hadn’t been any of his usual concerns when he was with a woman. He’d known exactly where to touch, how fast, for how long. He’d known when she was getting close and what she wanted to make it perfect for her.

Now, even before he entered her, he knew exactly how it was going to be. She would threaten to swallow him completely and he would surrender himself to her.

She reached up and touched his face. “Be in me,” she breathed. “Please.”

With that, he entered her. He moved slowly, not wanting to hurt her. But she was already so aroused. Her tightness stretched to accommodate him. He had to grit his teeth against the pleasure. All he wanted was to explode right there, but he couldn’t. He wanted to make it good for her, too.