Pursued(25)

He didn't mind bending the rules to make her feel good, but until she  told him otherwise, sex was off the table. Which would have sucked  completely if he didn't at least get the benefit of watching Desi  climax. She was so beautiful, so hot, so gorgeous when she came, and  he'd missed seeing it more than he should have if all she'd been to him  was a one-night stand.

But there was time enough to deal with that later, to try to figure out  where they were going from here and how everything would end up. Right  now … right now all he wanted was to get his mouth on Desi and to hear her  call his name as she came.

With that thought in mind, he pressed soft kisses in a straight line up  from her abdomen. When her tank top got in his way, he pulled it off  with a growl and flung it over his shoulder. And there she was, soft,  sun-kissed skin and full, heavy breasts. Dark pink nipples peeking  between strands of long blond hair.

"Beautiful," he murmured as he looked up at her. "You're so damn beautiful, Desi."

She was looking back down at him, worrying her lower lip between her  teeth. She blushed at his words, turned away, but he caught her chin in  his hand and gently brought her gaze back down to his.

"Don't hide from me," he told her, underscoring his words with a soft bite to the underside of her breast.

She moaned, her eyes going blurry, and he almost lost it. Almost turned  her around, bent her over the counter and took her as he'd dreamed of  too many times in the past five months.

But that wasn't what she needed right now-wasn't what either of them  needed-and so he tamped down the wildness inside himself and  concentrated on her instead. Just her.

The changes in her body were more evident now that she was naked, her  stomach round, her breasts full and swollen, her nipples bright pink and  hard as rubies. She was still tan, golden, but for the first time he  could see blue veins running beneath the delicate skin of her breasts.

They made her seem so fragile, so delicate, and he forced himself to be  gentle as he cupped her breasts in his hands. She gasped, and he asked,  "Are they sore?" before leaning in to trace the upper curves with his  tongue. "The books say-"

"They're okay. A little sensitive, but if you're gentle-"

Her breath broke as he licked his way closer and closer to her nipple.  Tiny, tender strokes of his tongue meant to both soothe and inflame. He  took his time, was as slow and gentle as he knew how to be as he  relearned her body after all the long months without her. He kissed and  licked and lapped at her, learning every inch-every centimeter-of her  breasts all over again.

It took only a couple of minutes before Desi was thrashing against him,  her beautiful body trembling with need as she clutched at his back, his  shoulders, his hair. He loved the way her hands felt on him, loved even  more the way she responded to him. The way she held nothing back. The  way she gave him everything.

He wanted to do that for her. Wanted to give her everything. Wanted to  make her feel so good that even when this was over, even when she was  away from him, she wouldn't remember all her reasons for why they  shouldn't be together.                       
       
           



       

He wanted her to want him-to need him-the same way he needed her.

"Nic, please." She trembled against him, then bucked and arched as she tried to coax him into giving her what she wanted.

He laughed and pulled his mouth completely away, but stayed close  enough that she could still feel his breath on her nipple. She moaned in  response, grabbing his head in her hands and tangling her fingers in  his hair as she tried to pull him back to her breast.

"Don't tease me," she pleaded.

"Baby, I haven't begun to tease you." He curled his tongue around her  areola and sucked it into his mouth hard enough to have her gasping.

"Too much?" he asked, immediately softening the pressure. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.

"No! Please. I'm so close. I'm-" She broke off as he stripped her  pajama pants down her legs and tossed them aside. "Take me," she said.  "Please, Nic, I want to feel you."

"I'm right here," he told her, kissing his way down to her firm, round  stomach. The noises she was making, the things she was saying-they were  revving him up, making it harder for him to be careful. Harder for him  to take his time.

Even as he tried to calm down, his hands were rough when he parted her  trembling thighs. She cried out and he soothed her with a kiss to the  soft skin right above her navel. Then he pulled back and just looked at  her for long seconds. "You're so beautiful, Desi. So damn beautiful." He  stroked a finger right down the center of her.

As he did, he noticed a small tattoo on her inner thigh that hadn't  been there five months before. He spread her legs wider so that he could  get a better look.

"I like this," he murmured, leaning forward so his mouth brushed against the tattoo. "It's new."

"I got it on a trip I took to San Francisco, before I knew I was pregnant."

"It suits you." He nuzzled at the small tattoo, licked over it again  and again. He moved on, skimming his lips over her hip bone and her  abdomen as he stopped to explore each curve and freckle.

"I can't-Nic, I'm going to fall," Desi cried out, her hands clutching his shoulders.

"I won't let you." His mouth closed over her navel, and he fought to  keep his tongue gentle as he probed her belly button and the soft skin  of her belly. "I've got you, Desi. I promise. I've got you."

And then he was moving on, moving down, his lips skimming over the  curve of her stomach, down the side of her hip. He made little forays  under her hip bone, delicate touches and sharp little nips, all designed  to make the fire burn hotter inside her.

And then he was there, right there, his mouth poised over her sex. She  smelled delicious, like warm honey, and for long seconds he just knelt  there, his cheek pressed against her as he tried to absorb her scent. He  took a deep breath, then another and another, even as his thumbs  stroked closer and closer to her slick, sexy folds.

With each slide of his thumb, Desi trembled more. With each press of  his fingers into her hip, she took a shuddering breath. And when he  moved forward, blowing one long, warm stream of air against her, she  started to cry, her body spasming with even the lightest touch.

He was nearly as desperate as she was, his erection so hard he feared  he might actually come in his pants like a teenager with his first girl.  But this wasn't about him getting off, he reminded himself viciously.  This was about giving Desi as much pleasure as her body could handle.

He wanted to savor her, wanted to push her higher than she'd ever gone before and then send her flying over the edge.

He knew he didn't have much longer, though, not with the way she was  coming apart in his hands, her body so sensitive and responsive it  humbled him even as it made him sweat.

"You're unbelievable," he muttered as he delivered one long, lingering  lick along her sex. "So sexy, so gorgeously responsive, I could just-"  He stopped talking as Desi screamed, her hands grabbing his hair. He  kissed her a second time, then again and again, lingering each time on  her most sensitive spot.

And then his name fell from her lips like a prayer as she hurtled over  the edge of ecstasy. He held her while she came, stoking the flames  higher and higher until she screamed silently, her hands holding him as  if he was a lifeline. And when her body came back to earth, he held her  still and murmured sweet nonsense words as he pressed gentle kisses to  every part of her he could reach.

When she was lucid again-when she'd stopped trembling and her eyes grew  a little more focused, a little less dazed-she sank to the ground  beside him and started to unbuckle his belt. Though it cost him, he  stopped her with a gentle hand over hers.                       
       
           



       

"Don't you want … ?" She looked confused, and maybe even a little hurt, which was the last thing he was going for.

"Believe me, I want," he told her, pulling her into his lap and  cuddling her against him. "But not now, when we still have so many  things unsettled between us."

"I don't understand. I thought you wanted me. I thought-" She broke off, looking away.

"Don't do that, baby. Talk to me." Gently, he turned her face back to his. "What did you think?"

"I don't know, I just …  I made the no-sex rule, but I thought that was  more for you than for me. And now I'm the one taking advantage of you,  and-"

He laughed. He couldn't help it. "Oh, honey, you can take advantage of me anytime you want."