He shifted so that he could look at her shadowed form in the bed beside him. The curtain was open, but clouds had moved in, the light sprinkle of rain tapping on the tin roof above their heads. He was glad for the rain—they needed it—but he would have liked more light to see her by. Light spilled in from the hallway outside, but only enough so he could see the dip and rise of her shoulders, waist and hips as she lay on her side and the dark spill of her hair on the white of the pillow.
Her hair! Hell, how he loved her hair, the dark, silken weight of it in his hands, winding around his fingers as he sunk them into the thick warmth of the strands to hold her head just at the angle he wanted as he took her mouth.
Her mouth. He loved her mouth too. Full and soft and spicy and sweet. The taste of her beyond those full lips was something he’d not been able to get out of his mind and he wanted to taste it again. Not just her mouth. He wanted to taste her. Everywhere. He bent down and kissed the tip of her shoulder that was angled towards him, taking a deep breath as he nibbled the skin there. She smelled as good as she tasted. Her scent had always driven him a little mad.
She made a little muttery-moaney sound as he nibbled along to the crease where shoulder met neck and bit down lightly there. He lifted his head to see if she was awake. Her eyes were still closed, her breathing deep. He wanted her to wake up so badly. He wanted to take his time with her, but he also wanted to turn the bedside lights on so he could see her as they made love again.
Patience. He didn’t need to rush this.
His cock flexed and throbbed, indicating how much of a lie his body thought that statement was. But his cock wasn’t in control this time, and the rising tease of desire growing again from a heated warmth into a raging blaze would be ever sweeter if he took his time and savoured every moment. He didn’t know how long this would last, how long Prita would agree to be a friend with benefits, so he wanted to make the most of every moment they had together while he could because it was going to have to do him for the rest of his life. It wasn’t like this was something they could keep doing every fire season to help get him through. Or maybe it was. How could he get her to agree to that? He didn’t know. He should just be glad that she’d agreed to it for now. He would leave later to later, because he didn’t want anything to ruin this moment. This night. He wanted to spend it lost in the wonder of her.
She made a kittenish sound of appreciation as he ran his hand down her side, sliding the sheet across her soft skin, off and away, so that he could see her. Well, as much of her as he could in the dim light from the hall. He could see the shadow of her nipple nestled against the back of her hand. He wanted that nipple in his mouth. But he wanted more than that.
He wanted to roll her over onto her back and watch as he ran his hand through the silk of her hair, teased her with the soft ends of it, see the flare of her pupils right before he took her dark nipple in his mouth. He wanted to watch as he ran his hand along her stomach, see her muscles twitch at his touch as his had twitched at hers. His cock flexed at the vision of his fingers disappearing into that dark thatch of crisp hair between her thighs and sunk lower, lower, into her wet, fragrant warmth. He wanted to taste her there too. Wanted to look up as he licked her and put his fingers inside her, one, then another and another, bringing her to climax, see the way her face changed, the glow deepen and heighten and then lose focus as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. He wanted to see as she arched her back, her head dropping back, as he did to her what he was certain no man had ever quite done before—lose herself to the passion inside.
He shouldn’t feel such a surge of pride over the fact she’d become so wild in his arms. But he did. And he wanted to see it this time. Not just feel it. Not just hear it.
‘Are you just going to tease me or are you going to do something about the fact I’m wet and throbbing?’
He lifted his gaze to her face. Her eyes were still closed, but there was a smile playing at the edges of her mouth. He moved up and over her, lips meeting hers, sipping at her lips, delving inside to taste the spicy sweetness of her. She moaned deep in her throat as their tongues met, rolling onto her back so that his body leaned into hers, weighting her down into the mattress. The need to take, take, take, was so strong, he was trembling with the effort to pull back. Especially when she lifted her legs to wrap around him, positioning herself just so for the taking, and said, ‘Take me. Now.’
He pulled back, keeping their bodies separate, and smiled down at her. ‘So demanding.’
‘I’m a demanding woman.’
‘Yes, you are.’ Always challenging him and everyone around her to be the best they could be. It was one of the things he liked about her.
She tried to grip him tighter, pull his cock into her slick, warm depths, but he resisted, pulling his mouth from hers and staring down at
