That settled, he reached for her. “Now, let’s discuss tonight.” With his arm around her shoulders, he turned her to meet him chest to chest. His heartbeat ratcheted up a notch at her nearness.
“What’s there to discuss?” she asked.
“This,” he said, before he smothered her lips with his. He launched a near brutal assault on her mouth… tempting… tormenting… challenging… punishing. All his emotions on keeping her safe yet not willing to give her up when the threat ended came out in his kiss. Realizing he might bruise her lips, he backed off, and while his tongue continued its assault, his lips softened and the kiss gently deepened.
Kissing her… the taste of her was an aphrodisiac. Just being near her, his dick would get hard and his heart would expand, tossing blood flow to both, making him lightheaded.
When his breath hitched, he lifted his head a fraction. He looked down at her beauty when she was in the prelude to passion. The darkness of her eyes, her flushed cheeks, and ragged breaths, all made her sexier than ever.
He couldn’t resist her swollen lips. He brushed them once, then twice, before covering her mouth with a soft, gentle kiss. This kiss contained his emotions… his caring… his desire… his love.
With a bit of maneuvering, his hand covered her naked breast under her pajama top. Naked. His mind briefly wondered if that was normal for women and pajamas, but it whisked out of his brain faster than his mind fully processed it. His focus was on the woman in his arms, the lips he kissed, and the soft breast in his hand.
“Mm,” he murmured, when he lifted his lips a fraction, “you taste so good.”
“You too,” she said in a hoarse voice.
Good. She felt the need also. It was more with them. Suddenly urgency filled him. He had to have her right here, right now. He reached down and pulled her top over her head. “I have to have you.”
“I’m yours,” she purred.
The woman was temptation personified and didn’t even realize it.
Then they got into a frenzy of removing clothes. Him, his. Her, hers. They needed to get naked and fast. And forget the bed. That required travel—albeit not far—and steps. No time.
With a throw pillow behind her head, Moira laid on the carpeted floor. Thank heavens he’d added the extra cushioning when he’d had the carpet installed. It’d remained soft enough.
Dropping his head, he sighed, then jumped up. After a mad dash to his room for a condom, he nearly sheathed himself on the run. Lying beside her, he took her lips in his while he checked if she was ready for him. He wanted her now but wouldn’t hurt her. The demanding kiss had been the extent of any potential cruelty he’d impose.
Reaching between her legs, he was relieved to feel the wetness. Yes, she was ready and wanted him. That made his heart flip.
He leveraged himself over her and settled between her thighs. Keeping eye contact with her, he reached down and maneuvered his dick at her opening. With one agonizingly slow push, he entered her completely.
As euphoria flitted through his nerve endings—from his toes to the top of his head—he began to move inside her.
He kissed his way down her silky throat, nipping and kissing until a low moan escaped her. He could barely wait until the next time—which would be soon after this time—so they could take it slower and he could enjoy her body as his playground.
He should tell her he loved her. Okay, maybe now wasn’t the perfect time, but after. Was that the right time? No matter. He would.
When her fingertips dug into his shoulders, he knew she was close, and he concentrated on his strokes, even though he wanted to go hard and heavy.
“Faster,” she whispered.
Who was he to argue, especially when he wanted it that way? He didn’t respond orally; he just did as she asked and found himself coming close to his own orgasm.
He felt it move along his spine and his balls drew tight. He focused on pleasuring her, and when she finally cried out his name, a groan erupted from deep within his chest as he let go as well.
After a moment to catch his breath, he rolled off Moira and pulled her close. They remained on the floor and he had no intention of moving anytime soon. Their rushed, frenzied love making took a toll on his ability to coordinate his limbs.
Yet, he had to move to dispose of the condom. He made the quick trip and returned to the spot he’d held before he’d left her arms.
His gut churned, but he knew now was the right time to tell her how he felt. She might not say anything back, but he was pretty sure she wouldn’t get up and leave either. At least he hoped she wouldn’t.
He took a deep breath for fortitude and went for it. “I love you, Moira. Please say you’ll stay and give us a shot.”
Silence met his admission and request. With it, a strong feeling of loss hit him. He didn’t want them to be over. Not when they’d just gotten started. In fact, she hadn’t even opened her eyes to acknowledge him. Silence that told him everything, until he realized why.
Moira was sound asleep. He hoped he had the guts to say those words to her again.
Chapter Thirty-One
Moira giggled as Danny, once again, moved from the spot she’d placed him. Although she wasn’t complaining much about the kisses or nips at her neck. At this rate, she’d never get his portrait painted. Each time he moved, she had to reposition him, while fighting off groping hands.
After last night, something had changed between them, and she couldn’t lay her finger on what it was. They seemed more in tune with each other. More a couple than just sexual partners. It was hard to explain, but she felt the difference in Danny and in herself. They’d crossed a milestone she’d
