She stepped out of them and kicked off her shoes, looking up at him for a moment as she gasped for breath.
Combing his fingers into her hair on either side of her face, he looked down at her. “I want you. I want to make love to you all night long.”
“Aaron—”
He kissed her again, stopping any protest she might have made, but she wasn’t protesting. She wanted him, this strong man who had been at her side for so much now, who was willing to do the honorable thing and marry her. She wanted his love. She wanted him with her, loving her. That might not ever happen if she kept pushing him away.
He tugged her sweater up, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. Her unfastened bra slipped down and she let it fall to the floor. Cupping her breasts again, he trailed light kisses over her while she clung to him and gasped with pleasure. When he tossed away his sweater, she ran her hands across his chest, stroking his hard muscles, caressing him lightly.
Wanting to steal his heart, she kissed him.
It was an impossible, unreasonable fantasy. Yet she could love him until he found it difficult to resist her and impossible to walk away. Would she ensnare her own heart in trying to win his?
He placed his hands on her waist, stepping back to look at her, his gaze a burning brand. “You’re beautiful, so soft,” he whispered, and leaned forward to trail kisses over her breasts.
Desire continued to build, to be a fire she couldn’t control. She wanted him now and there were no arguments about whether she should or shouldn’t make love with him. She unfastened his slacks, letting them fall, and then removed his briefs. He pulled her close, their bare bodies pressed together, and even that wasn’t enough. Again, he picked her up and turned to place her on the bed, kneeling and then stretching beside her to kiss her while his hands roamed over her to caress her.
She moaned softly, a sound taken by his kisses. Now union seemed necessary, urgent. Her hands drifted over him, down his smooth back, over his hard butt and along a muscled thigh.
He moved, kneeling beside her, looking at her as his hands played over her and then he trailed kisses over her knees, up the inside of her thighs, parting her legs, kissing and stroking her.
Arching beneath his touch, she wanted more of him. Her eyes were shut as he toyed with her, building need. One of his hands was between her thighs, the other tracing her breasts, light touches that drove her wild until she rose to her knees to kiss and stroke him.
His eyes were stormy, dark with desire. Need shook her because of his intensity. His groan was deep in his throat while his fingers locked in her hair and she held and kissed him, her tongue stroking him slowly. He gasped and slipped his hands beneath her arm to raise her.
He kissed her hard, one arm circling her waist, holding her close against him, his other hand running over her, caressing her and building need to a fever pitch.
She clung to him as she kissed him. “Aaron,” she whispered. “Let’s make love—”
They fell on the bed and he moved over her as she spread her legs for him and arched to meet him, wanting him physically as much as she wanted his love.
He entered her slowly, filling her, taking his time while he lowered himself, moving close to kiss her.
When he partially withdrew, she raised her hips, clinging to him to draw him back.
“Aaron, I want you,” she whispered.