She swallowed and his gaze flitted down to her neck and then back up to her eyes. His eyes were narrowed and hooded, still the look of a predator. She might be the prey but she knew damn well, she’d be a willing prey to anything he wanted to do to her.
She licked her lips and again his eyes dropped momentarily to her lips. “You’d touch me,” she half-whispered.
“I’d what?”
He’d heard. She knew he’d heard but he was using his control to force her to repeat herself.
“You’d touch me.”
He raised his eyebrow and shook his head quizzically. “As in shake your hand, maybe?”
She shook her head. “You used to sweep your finger along my neck and tilt my chin up.”
He withdrew his hand from his pocket and hovered his finger over her chest. She refused to show weakness and didn’t move. She simply nodded. And then she felt it. She closed her eyes against the feel of his finger resting on her pulse point, her heartbeat racing. Then slowly he dragged one finger up her neck and tilted her chin up until her face was lifted close to his.
“Open your eyes, Taina.” His voice was hoarser now—gruff, commanding.
She opened them and felt a stab of pure lust deep inside her at seeing his dark eyes so close to hers and his lips only a breath away.
“And then what did I do?”
“You kissed me.”
He swayed close and then stopped. “Kissed you. My mouth against yours. My tongue finding yours, sliding against you, probing you just as you want to be probed deep inside. Because you did, didn’t you Taina? You always wanted me inside you, filling you, straight away. You didn’t want foreplay, did you? Not until after you’d been satisfied. Only then could I take my time with you.”
How did she suddenly get so close to him? How come she hadn’t noticed his other hand sliding around her back and bringing her hard against his body, against his erection, pressed against her belly? Because she was so damned turned on that all she could think about was the pulsing and swelling of her sex, the dampness accumulating between her legs.
“You didn’t want foreplay, did you, Taina?” He demanded an answer while at the same time she shifted her hips against his. She couldn’t stop herself.
She shook her head.
“I bet if I put my hand under that beautiful dress, if I stroked up your thigh, I’d find you wet for me. Wouldn’t I?”
Her heart was beating like a drum, the pulse pounding in her head, drowning out everything except his mesmerizing voice. She shifted her stomach against him, opened her legs slightly and he pushed his hard thigh between them. She pressed her clitoris against his thigh and moved herself slightly, so slightly he surely wouldn’t notice, and shifted her head to one side.
“Wouldn’t I, Taina?” he demanded.
“Yes,” she panted, hardly daring to move.
Then it happened. His mouth found her neck as his hand scooped up her dress and firmly rode up high along her inner thigh. He felt along the lacy edge of her thong before running his finger from back to front where she was soaking for him. With a grunt he gripped the fragile thong and pulled it away. She gasped as the back cut into her skin before the delicate silk gave away under his grip and his palm cupped her sex, his finger moving up and down along her wet folds.
She moaned as she leaned against him, moving her cheek against the fine material of his jacket. He held her firmly against him, while he stroked and caressed her intimately. She used to dream of him doing this, every night that they’d been apart. She’d awake wet and moaning, having dreamed that he’d made love to her but that was nothing compared to the reality of his touch. The tension grew in her body with each flick and slide of his fingers, nearly entering her but not quite. She pressed against his hand, grinding her clitoris into the heel of his hand, forgetting everything—including why she’d ever left this man whose body was so in tune with hers. She teetered on the edge of release and then, as if sensing how close she was, he thrust his fingers inside her and she came, with a loud shuddering climax.
She fell against him but he drew away. “You are as delicious as ever, my wife.”
She lifted her head, awaiting his kiss but it didn’t come. “Daidan, let’s go to the bedroom.”
He shook his head. “No. I want you here. With the lights of the city all around us.”
He pushed her dress up and caressed her bare bottom.
She reached out for him then. “Hold me, Daidan. Hold me like you used to.”
But he shook his head. “I can’t do that, Taina. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do that because nothing’s like it used to be.”