Tempted by Her Innocent Kiss(12)

                 She shook her head. “No. No, I’m fine. I just needed a second. I’m so close. Just need to catch up.”

                 He smiled then, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. “Tell me when.”

                 She reached up once more, feathering her hands over his shoulders and to the bunched muscles of his back. Her gaze met his and she drowned in those beautiful amber eyes. “When.”

                 He swallowed hard and his lips tightened into a harsh line. Then he closed his eyes and flexed his hips, pushing into her inch by delicious inch.

                 At one point he stopped and she stirred restlessly, a protest forming.

                 “Shh,” he murmured as he kissed the corner of her mouth. “Give me just a moment. I don’t want to hurt you. Better to have done with it quickly.”

                 She nodded her agreement just as he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt.

                 Her eyes widened and a strangled sound escaped her throat as she sought to process the sudden wash of conflicting sensations that bombarded her from every angle.

                 He was deep. Impossibly deep. She surrounded him. He surrounded her. Their hips were flush against each other. His body covered hers possessively. There was a burning ache deep inside her, and she couldn’t discern whether it was pleasure or pain.

                 She just knew she wanted—needed—more.

                 She whimpered lightly and struggled, not against him, not in protest. She wanted something she couldn’t name. She wanted…him. All of him.

                 “Easy,” he soothed.

                 He kissed her, stroked his tongue over hers and then deepened the kiss just as he began to move inside her. Gently. He was so gentle and reverent. He lifted his body off of her and arched his hips, pushing deep then retreating.

                 Then he levered himself down, resting on his forearms, never breaking away from her eyes.

                 “Okay?”

                 She smiled. “Very okay.”

                 “You’re beautiful, Ash. So very beautiful. So innocent and perfect and mine.”

                His. The possessive growl in his voice thrilled her and sent another cascade of pleasure through her body.

                 “Yes, yours,” she whispered.

                 “Tell me how close you are. I want to make sure you’re with me. I can’t hold off much longer.”

                 “Then don’t.” Her voice shook. She was nearly beyond the ability to think much less speak. Her body was taut. Her senses were shattered and she was so very close to losing all control. Just one touch. One more touch…

                 He gathered her close and thrust again. And then again. He forced her thighs farther apart, plunged deeper and she lost all sense of herself.

                 She cried out his name. Heard him murmur close to her ear. Soothing. Comforting. Telling her beautiful things she could barely make sense of. She was spiraling at a dizzying speed, faster and faster until she closed her eyes.

                 It was the single most beautiful, spectacular sensation she could imagine. She’d wanted wonderful, but this far surpassed even her most erotic fantasies.