All at once, the wanting broke through his control. His tongue shot into the dark softness of her mouth in a rhythm that was staggeringly sensual and arousing. She gasped in shocked pleasure. But there was more to come.
His lean hands caught the backs of her thighs and lifted her up to his aroused body in a sharp, quick rhythm that made her knees go weak and shaky. Sensations of hot pleasure rippled through her lower belly like the tide itself. She shuddered all over and grabbed his arms to keep from toppling over at the feverish need she felt. She cried out under his mouth, and he made a deep, satisfied sound in his throat.
He bent, lifting her totally against him, her feet dangling as his hands suddenly brought his hard thighs between her legs and pressed her intimately to him.
She moaned harshly, clinging, almost in tears from the sudden fury of her desire of him. She knew in the back of her mind that this was wrong, that she was letting him go too far, but she was helpless from the hot surge of passion he’d kindled in her. She’d never known such pleasure.
Her mouth answered his, giving him back the deep kiss as hungrily as he offered it. He felt his own body begin to tremble and he knew there was no way he could stop now. It had gone too far.
He fell onto the bed with her, shivering with need, his hands trembling as they slipped her out of her sweater and T-shirt and the filmy bra she wore under them. He didn’t stop there, either. While he was at it, he unsnapped the skirt and kissed his way down to her thighs while he smoothed the rest of her clothing down her body and tossed it aside with her shoes.
She lay nude under the slow, insistent brush of his hard mouth. His hands explored while his mouth learned every soft curve of her in a silence that grew hotter with her soft cries of pleasure and the helpless movements of her body on the springy mattress.
He lifted his head while his fingers brushed expertly over the hard crests of her breasts and he looked into her eyes with pure masculine need. She was shivering, her eyes wide and glazed, her lips parted under hopelessly gasping breaths. Her long legs were moving helplessly on the bed in little jerky motions. Yes, he thought feverishly, and he touched her gently where she was most a woman, deliberately adding to her helplessness as shocks of pleasure lifted her hips and closed her eyes.
He didn’t question why she should be so easily and quickly aroused, or why her eyes opened in something like faint shock when he threw off his shirt and boots and socks and started unzipping his jeans with quick, economical movements. He didn’t question why she lifted up suddenly on her elbows and gasped when he turned, his blatant arousal the crowning glory of a body that some women had called perfection itself. His mind was buried in the desire for her that had made him shudder at just the sight of that creamy pink body with its firm, soft breasts and exquisite figure, lying there waiting for him, trembling.
He straddled her hips arrogantly, watching her watch him with wide, almost frightened eyes.
“You can take me, if that’s what you’re frightened of,” he said gently, levering down so that his body slowly overwhelmed hers, his elbows catching his weight. “A woman’s body is a miracle,” he whispered at her lips. “Elastic and soft and vibrant with life.” His mouth brushed hers in tender little contacts that aroused like wildfire while his hands smoothed down her body, his thumbs hard on her belly, rough, making some unbelievable sensations kindle with each long pass of his hands. She shivered under his warm mouth, her nudity and his maleness almost forgotten until his knee began to ease between her long legs.
“Shhh,” he whispered when she tensed. “Don’t do that. I want you just as badly, but if you tense up, it’s going to hurt.”
She swallowed. It would hurt anyway, but it was too late to tell him that, because his hips were already probing delicately at hers.
He kissed her face with trembling, aching tenderness, while his lean hands gently positioned her hips. “One, long, sweet joining,” he whispered into her open mouth. “That’s what I want first, before I even begin to love you.” His thumbs pressed into her belly again, making her shiver. He smiled tenderly against her lips. “Now lift up against me, very, very slowly,” he whispered. He lifted his eyes to watch. He’d never wanted to watch before, but this was like no other time in his life. Her eyes were wide, almost frightened. “Shhh,” he breathed, achingly tender as he began the slow, downward movement of his body. “Shhh. Be one with me, now,” he whispered. She tensed and he smiled, sliding one hand between them to gently caress her flat belly. “Yes, just relax and let it happen. Don’t close your eyes,” he said huskily. “Watch me. Let me watch you. I want...to see you...take me!”
His teeth ground together and Allison was so shocked by what he was saying and doing that she forgot to be afraid. His powerful body was tanned all over, except for that pale strip across his lean hips, and she saw his eyes dilate, his teeth clench, his face contort with wonder. She could feel the shudder that went through him, she could actually see him lose control.
It was what made it bearable when he suddenly cried out and pushed into her body with helpless, driving urgency. The pain was scalding, like being torn with a hot knife, and she both stiffened and dug her fingers into his arms, weeping suddenly as he hurt her.
But she was too ready for him
