Free Sea Kissed, A Crane Series Romance: Crane Series by Nancy Warren Page A

felt so very good moving against hers that thinking became impossible. She focused instead on enjoying this amazing night that might never be repeated. His mouth whispered secrets to her when they were kissing that went deeper than words.
    For once in her sex life, she didn’t close off, or back off, or turn her mind on to shut her heart off. Instead she opened herself to everything. To the sensations of touch and smell and taste, and behind them the sneaky deeper feelings that filtered through her barriers. If, in the back of everything, she suspected there might be an inevitable hurt, she decided tomorrow’s pain was well worth tonight’s pleasure. And that was the last thought she allowed herself.
    With a sigh of acceptance that any Buddhist would be proud of, she let herself open to the moment and only the moment. While he kissed her, his chest rubbed hers, sending warm waves of sensation eddying to every part of her. His belly crowding hers added to the warmth, and when his erection nudged at her softness, warmth spiked to heat. Heat so hot her insides were melting. She found she was moving mindlessly with him and against him in a kind of dance where she seemed to know every move. She discovered she was on her back with her legs wrapped around his waist and he was nudging her open, and she’d never felt so open or receptive.
    With lazy assurance, he reached past her head to a canvas zippered pouch she’d noticed on the bedside table. He flipped it open and removed a condom. While continuing to kiss her, he sheathed himself with so little fuss and such easy grace that the moves felt like part of his foreplay. Indeed, just knowing that he was that close to entering her upped her heat quotient. He entered her with a long, smooth slide that felt so intimate she experienced a moment’s panic, and might have backed off except that he held her gaze, his own open and locked on hers. And because she’d already opened herself up too far to close off now, she left her eyes open and watched his pupils darken, certain her own were doing the same.
    He thrust up and back, sliding faster, and she met him thrust for thrust until not only were her eyes open but her mouth as she gasped for breath. Every part of her was open and receiving: her lungs, dragging in the air she needed, her heart, pounding to keep up with her excitement, her legs, widespread to wrap around him snugly, and her very core, open to receive all of him. What she hadn’t opened, he did, pushing up inside her where she’d never been stretched before, open and opening farther and wider until the center wouldn’t hold and the circle burst upon her as every part of her— heart, lungs, eyes, mouth, core—seemed to blow apart.
    And yet he didn’t stop, but drove still harder and higher, so she was hanging on for dear life, as a cascade of mini-explosions shook her and then with a great roar, she heard and felt his own explosion.
    Even as he lay collapsed on top of her, his sweat dampening her body, she knew something momentous had happened. He lay on top of her, heavy but not, and she traced the muscles of his back, still warm and heaving a little. His hair was damp when she touched it, and when she kissed his neck where it joined his shoulder, his smell was as potent as any aphrodisiac. She felt him twitch inside her. This amazing, gorgeous, sexy man, come from the other side of the world to pleasure her, was hers until Monday. She smiled and kissed his neck again.
    “You’re not thinking are you?” a low voice rumbled into the pillow beside her head.
    “Nope,” she assured him. “I am completely in this moment.”
    “It’s a bloody good moment.”
    She smiled all over her body. “Yes. It is.”
     

Chapter 9
    “You know,” she said, when her breath was back and she was in her body once more, “that really worked for me. It’s not easy for me to shut off my mind and go with my feelings, but you really helped me do it.”
    He started to laugh. A