He broke the kiss, trailing hot kisses across her cheek, down her neck, to the curve of her shoulder. “God, Elise, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.”
“Yes,” she whispered raggedly. Her legs moved out from underneath him and he fell into the hot, soft center of her. “Luc… please.”
He raised his head and cupped her face, holding her still to meet his burning gaze. “Tell me what you want.” His voice was hoarse.
The smoky depths of her indigo eyes cleared and focused on him. Luc sucked in a breath—he knew she was about to end this. She was awake and—
As gentle as a summer breeze, she brushed her fingertips against his cheek. “You. I want you.”
Triumph reverberated through his body. “You won’t regret this,” he whispered raggedly.
Elise smiled and it was a purely feminine expression, mysterious and powerful. “No regrets.” Her thighs lifted to hug his hips and she shoved at his shoulders. “Over,” she rasped.
Luc smiled and, gripping her waist tightly, rolled onto his back. She braced her sizzling palms against his chest and, straddling him, pushed herself up. He groaned as she ground her hot body against him. Long, golden strands fell across her face and she licked her lips then caught the hem of her shirt, crossing her hands in front of her to lift it over her head.
His eyes flared and his fingers bit into the firm flesh of her narrow waist, his thumbs nearly touching across her stomach. “Darlin’… you are beautiful,” he murmured in awe. His hands smoothed up her sides—so damn soft—and cupped the sheer satin of her bra.
Elise arched her back, throwing back her head with a deep throaty moan. Her hands found his wrists, clasping securely around them, as he touched the pointed peaks straining against the thin fabric. The muscles of her thighs tightened around him and Elise rocked gently against him, driving him out of his mind.
He’d waited six months for this. He didn’t want to rush it, but he needed her like he’d never needed anyone before. He wanted it to last. Luc cupped the fullness of her breast, filling his hands perfectly.
Elise tipped her head forward and slid her hands up his wrist, covering his hands with hers. She squeezed him, then, in a slow tantalizing move, reached around to unclasp her bra and ease the straps off her shoulders.
“A dream,” he heard her say. She was right. It felt like a dream. Their motions were slow and sensuous, intensified by her smoldering gaze holding his own.
“Better than a dream,” he answered.
Elise moved his hands, letting the bra fall to his chest, then pushed it to the side. Luc gripped her gently curved waist and stared up at her. Beautiful. Achingly so. Her breasts were full and better than any fantasy he’d ever had. He pulled himself up, answering the call of her body, and slipped his hands around to the small of her back, urging her closer, then sucked a hardened nub into his mouth.
Her head fell back with a passionate cry, arching her into him, and her fingers dove into his hair, gripping his head and holding her to him.
The taste of her was incredibly. Luc couldn’t get enough of her. He suckled, tasting, licking, nipping gently, holding her firmly against him while her hips moved and rolled against him. The pads of his fingers clawed at her back, memorizing the silky planes of her back, and he moved to the other breast, devouring it with a hunger which couldn’t be assuaged.
The fierce grip in his hair tightened on a muffled exclamation and tugged, urging his head up. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing came in harsh pants. “Lucien.” His name rolled off her lips, driving him to the brink of insanity and beyond.
He skimmed one hand up to her shoulders into her voluminous hair and cupped the nape of her slender neck, bringing her mouth down to his. His other hand held her at the hips, locking her to him, crushing her breasts to his chest, grinding their bodies together in a primitive motion, while he drank in her honeyed sweetness.
Nails scored his shoulders, biting into his flesh, flexing spasmodically, kneading him until he thought he would explode in his pants.
Luc shifted, taking her with him, and lowered her back gently to the cool bed. He leaned over her, trailing kisses across her face, eliciting mewls of pleasure from the back of her throat. “We’ve got… all night, darlin’.”
“Yes,” she purred. “All night.”
His hands moved across the gently rounded smoothness of her stomach, exploring her and moving lower to the tops of her thighs and the ribbons of her garter belt.
“Please, Luc,” she begged breathlessly. Her legs fell open, lifting and shifting restlessly.