psychic?”
she teased.
While his fingers skirted her arm, he let his
thumb graze the fullness of her breast. “In a way. It’s called confidence. Believe in yourself. Believe in your skills. Believe in
your team. That’s how you create the future.”
“Tony, I’ll admit I’m a little nervous, but I
want you to show me what to do.”
This time when he passed his hand down her arm
his thumb swept against her nipple, rounding it with a gentle caress. “Tell me
what you feel.”
Her eyes shuttered with his touch, the
response under his thumb made him impatient and needy.
“It aches, but in a good way.”
He was actually loving this. There was no need for speed, and although he’d been lying there with a
stone-shattering erection for the last two hours, he wouldn’t let it possess
him or her until she was ready.
“That ache is going to become a sizzling need,
Lumin,” he said, placing a deep kiss on her mouth. With a gentle prod, she
opened for him and he let his tongue roam her sweetness. She was uncertain, but
not tense. Hesitant for only a few seconds, then she began to explore herself.
When she laid her head back, he followed. He
nibbled at the edge of her mouth and kept tasting until he found the pulse in
her neck, licking the strong beat of her heart with his tongue.
A niggling thought crept into his mind. She is yours . As if she read his mind,
she sat up and with one swoop removed her top, then turned her back to him. His
hands actually shook as he reached for the clasp. He brushed her wisps of
blonde hair away, and slowly unhooked the claws. She vaulted to her feet and
drew her shorts and panties to her ankles then stepped out of them.
His pulse fired on all cylinders, and his
heart drummed heavy in his ears. Under the moonlight with the rays catching her
straight locks of hair, his eyes had no hope but to become addicted. Totally, overwhelmingly addicted.
Full breasts like teardrops, a flat stomach
with the tiniest hint of tone narrowed to rounded hips and taut thighs. Like
Adam and Eve, they had the garden all to themselves. A warm summer breeze blew
with a whisk of mountain air to keep them cool, but he still couldn’t get
enough oxygen into his lungs.
“I’ve seen many beautiful women, Lumin, but
I’ve never seen exquisite until now.” He rolled to his feet and drew his
T-shirt over his head, flinging it to the ground. His body flexed, and her
breath hitched in her throat. “I sure as hell hope you know what’s in these
pants.”
She laughed. “Pretty sure I remember a little
bit about the birds and bees.”
He reached for his button and hesitated. Maybe
he should keep them on. His need, their need would become primal. Something
wild was growing inside him. It wanted to fuck the daylights out of her, but he
wouldn’t allow it. For the first time, he was going to make love.
“Why are you stopping?” Her eyes were like
blue cups of light catching what the heavens cast down on them.
“Because we do this slowly. Come to me.” He swallowed seeing her step without hesitation at
his command, and he’d never felt like more of a man than in that second. He
began at her neck and his hands glided a breath away from her skin, not
touching her, just letting the thought seep into her mind that he was close and
he would have her. She shuddered, impatient and excited. Finally, his thumbs
made contact across her nipples, puckered and perfect.
She sucked in her breath, her eyes widening
even more. Would he find what he hoped he’d find if he carried on? He bent to
one knee and raised his eyes to watch her. She followed his hand as it drifted
down her body, stopping just above her mons.
Releasing her gaze was hard, but he leaned
forward and brushed his tongue across her fold. With the lightest touch, he
circled her flesh, and tasted her excitement. His heart swelled and so did his
shaft when she exhaled a perfect little moan. Forking both her hands in his, he
laid her down on the blanket and
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