She shuddered. “What are you doing?”
He purred. “All this talk of your bountiful breasts has made me wonder…how much better they will look in my hands.”
He cupped her breasts, stroking her diamond hard nipples with his thumbs. “Ah, yes. Just right. But…to be sure, I should check them while they are naked.”
Diana moaned, pushing her aching breasts into his touch. The strength in his hands was gentle as he kneaded her breasts, eliciting warm, tingling shivers throughout her body.
She peered up at him through hooded eyes, and his gray eyes were molten, his nostrils flared.
“Diana… I want to make love with you—no more fucking. I want to take my time with you, cherish you, worship every inch of your beautiful body.”
Diana shuddered, her breathing ragged.
“Will you let me do that, Diana? Will you let me show you how much I love you?”
Mindlessly, she nodded, driven by her need for more of David.
For all of David.
Without missing a beat, David bent and scooped Diana into his arms. She let out a squeak.
“Put me down! I’ll break your back,” she urged.
He ignored her, continuing to stride toward another door before kicking it open. He was barely breathing hard when he stopped by a large bed.
“You aren’t heavy, Diana. You are the perfect armful. Made for me,” he growled as he bent and slowly lowered her until she was lying with her back on his mattress. He stared down at her from beside the bed, his body vibrating. “I am in disbelief, goddess, that after all that has happened, in all my wildest dreams, I never imagined you would be here. In my bed. Waiting for me.”
Heat blasted through her, covering her neck and face. She offered him a shy smile. “Who else would I be waiting for?” She raised her arms to him, silently begging him to take what he wanted from her, for she wanted to give it to him.
David undressed her reverently, his gaze pinned to her round belly sticking out over the waistband of her yoga pants. Once she was naked, she reclined on the bed, watching him as he slowly removed his own clothing—a purposeful striptease that only ratcheted up her need all the more. God, that man was built to perfection, hard edges wrapped in hot flesh.
He kissed her, pressing his lips against every inch of her body, his hands exploring her as hers explored him. They were lost in each other, murmuring words into the air between them, words with meaning she could not comprehend through the haze of desire.
As her need grew, she moved beneath him, her blood pounding through her veins.
“Please, David. I need you. Make love to me,” she implored.
He kissed her deeply, moaning into her mouth.
“As my goddess demands.”
He made love to her then, his cock sliding into her tight, wet channel, his thickness stretching her with glorious pleasure-pain. And as he began to move, his rhythm steady, he took her nipple between his lips, sucking. The whole of her rejoiced at what he was doing to her. With her.
He thrust into her, his body trembling as he held back his own release.
“Come for me, my love,” he ground out, panting.
The pleasure building in every molecule of her body exploded, sending stars and sparks through her blood, tumbling suns and planets from their orbits, and tilting the universe on its head, leaving her existence a jumbled, molten blaze of ecstasy.
Her back arching, her eyes closing as her pleasure crescendoed, Diana couldn’t stop the words from bursting from her chest. “I love you!” she cried out, her voice hoarse.
As she came down from her view of the collision of the universe, she whimpered, her body singing as David’s weight pressed down on her, anchoring her to earth.
“I love you,” she whispered into his hair as he huffed panting breaths into her neck.
“I love you,” she murmured, as she sank into a blissful darkness from which she never wanted to wake up.
Chapter 28
He knew making love with Diana would be a life-altering experience. And he’d been right. Damn, had he been right. He’d woken her twice that night to make love to her again, and each time had been better than the last. And even now, he wanted her again, his cock thick, hard, and throbbing for her. Her warm, lush body was pressed into his, her naked flesh smelled of peaches and him.
Mine.
Asleep, Diana was a vision of slumbering peace and unfettered beauty. Her golden lashes flitted over her cheeks as she dreamed, and he wondered what it was she dreamt about. Did she dream about him? He grinned wickedly. He’d dreamt of her, and all that they’d done the night before.
Being that close to her and not touching her was unbearable; he reached out, brushing his fingertips over her lips, up her cheeks, admiring the softness of her skin.
She groaned, her head moving as her eyes fluttered open. Her green irises hazy, she blinked several times before she focused on his face hovering over hers.
“David,” she murmured huskily, the sound turning up the heat in his blood. “Why are you staring at me?”
His wicked grin widened. “Because you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Her cheeks turned red. She tried to roll away to hide her face from him.
“We both know that isn’t true—I’m not even the right size to be considered beautiful in your world.”
Anger shot through him, quickly followed by the need to prove her wrong.
He looped an arm around her, his strength easily subduing her efforts to roll away and leave the bed.
“Uh uh, you stay right here, goddess, and listen to me,” he intoned, a warning in his voice.
She stiffened then huffed, blowing strands of golden hair from her face.
“The moment I saw you, I knew I wanted you. I desired you. My cock stood at attention and I craved to touch every curvy, lush inch of your body. I was attracted to your fullness, your womanliness. I’d never known such immediate desperate need
