Her Dragon To Slay(27)

She pushed up until she was sitting almost erect with her hands palming his pecs. The change in position was all they needed. Their eyes locked and in the next second they screamed their release to the heavens. After several long minutes Kyndel collapsed, a boneless dead weight on Rayne’s chest. She fought hard just to catch her breath. As she lay there, waiting for her sanity to return she realized Mr. Macho Man wasn’t having an easy time of it either. She felt his arms come up around her and lock securely in place. Her heart clenched, she felt cherished. From somewhere deep inside she felt the reassurance that nothing bad would ever happen to her as long as this gorgeous man, who had just loved her as no other ever had, was around. She closed her eyes and reveled in a feeling she hadn’t felt since her parents had passed away, the feeling of truly belonging.

She knew her granny loved her and she loved her too. She was a good person and had cared for her granddaughter the best she could. When Kyndel went to live with the matriarch of their family after her parents’ car accident, both were grieving. Granny had lost her only child and at seventy-four years old had the responsibility of raising a soon to be seven year old little girl. And there were always so many other people. Granny took care of every stray and wayward soul that found her doorstep. She said it was her calling. Kyndel was proud of the truly selfless nature of her granny. But what she felt with Rayne was so incredibly powerful and much more all encompassing than anything her family could have ever given her and she’d only known him a few hours. She refused to believe it could be love but there was no denying the feeling of coming home, of completely belonging to another person, of unconditional acceptance. She also knew, as well as she knew her own name, that he had irrevocably changed her.

She was completely satiated, content to let all the worries that would usually have her freaking out, just wait. Never in her life had she had sex like she’d just had with Rayne, not once but twice. Maybe that was the difference between having sex and making love. She stopped that train of thought dead in its tracks, there was that damn ‘L’ word again. Resigned to think about that later, she thought about the sex. She was sure she knew what an orgasm was before but now she realized she’d never really had one until this man. She was determined to enjoy every second of it.

“What are you thinking so hard about, my little a chumann?” The vibration of his voice caused her to shiver.

“Nothing, just enjoying this moment, right here right now, with you,” her answer came out more breathy than she realized and if she had the strength, she would have blushed at the healthy dose of satisfaction that came with those words.

Kyndel propped her chin on her hand and looked at the man who’d given her more pleasure in the last hour than she’d experienced in all of her twenty-six years combined. He had a smug smirk on his lips. “Pretty satisfied with yourself, huh?” Kyndel teased with one eyebrow cocked.

She watched him puff up with pride. He reminded her of a jungle man ready to pound his chest and yell from a mountaintop. She had to smile at his cockiness. He had most definitely earned it. The feeling of him buried deep inside her and the way he made her lose control was like nothing she’d ever imagined was possible. She gave herself permission to have a cheesy girlie thought, had she glimpsed heaven?

Rayne chuckled and the rumble caused her pussy to clench and her nipples to bead. He continued to rub lazy circles up and down her back. His caress on her shoulders caused her already aching breasts to rub against the hair on his chest. The friction was delicious, causing her hips to grind against his stomach.

“Does my mo ghra’ need her m’fhi’orghra’ again?” he whispered into her ear.

“Did you slip me a mickey or something? I’ve never been like this in my entire life. I mean, I like sex. I’m not a nun or anything,” she chuckled. “But I’m in no way a loose woman, either.” She felt the heat from her blush on her cheeks. “I usually don’t even kiss on the first date. What is it about you? I feel like I’ve known you all my life. I’m comfortable with you,” she shook her head slightly. “And I’m not comfortable with anyone until I completely know them. Know them in the way that takes time, serious amounts of time. What is making my head swim is that no matter how I try to deny our connection, I can’t. What scares me even more is that I don’t want to deny it.”

“Why is that bad, ce’adsearc?” he asked. She could actually feel his concern.

“I’m not saying it’s bad, necessarily. I’m saying it’s confusing. Think about it this way. I got up this morning or I guess it was yesterday morning, ate my cereal, got dressed, went to work, put up with the bullshit, got off work and headed home. Was scared half out of my mind, tripped over you and now here we are. It’s a lot to take in, don’t you think?”