Into the Fire - Leslie Kelly [16]
"It can," he whispered as he moved lower to kiss her shoulder. "It is."
Then he couldn't think, couldn't focus on anything except the feel of her body, smooth, pale and ripe beneath the terry-cloth robe. He inhaled her sweet flowery scent, knowing it had imprinted itself on his brain and he'd never be able to sit in a rose garden without thinking of her for as long as he lived.
A little hitch of a moan emerged from the back of her throat when he slipped his hand under the robe to find the curve of her breast. She arched into him, offering herself, crying out her pleasure as he teased her pebbled flesh with his fingers.
Somehow their robes slipped open until they hung from their shoulders. Not shrugged off, but covering nothing. Skin met skin. The hair on his chest rubbed her pert nipples, seducing him further. Unable to resist, he bent over to nibble gently on the curve of her flesh before taking the taut tip into his mouth. She cried out, buried her hands in his hair and leaned toward him.
Her thighs parted slightly, and Nate groaned as he became aware of a deeper scent, an earthier essence of their combined arousal. His body responded, instinctively driving toward her, pressing against her, silently asking her in an age-old dance of desire, Will you?
Her eyes opened lazily, her breath growing choppy as she slid her legs apart, welcoming him, giving him her answer. Yes.
It made no sense. They were strangers. They were in someone else's house. But Nate knew if he didn't take this miraculously sensuous gift he would wonder what if for the rest of his life.
As if sensing his thoughts, she said, "I know. We'll wonder later how this happened. Not now. Now I want your hands on me."
Nate was happy to oblige. He ran the flat of his palm down her body from her throat, over the full curves of her breast, down her soft, flat belly. Lower. When he slipped his fingers between her legs he found her slick and wet. She shivered and let out a moan, which Nate echoed. "You're sure?" he asked huskily, giving her one more out, though it nearly killed him to think of not finishing what they'd started.
Instead of answering, she reached into her robe, which lay open beneath her. When she retrieved something from the pocket and held it up to show him, Nate smiled.
"I don't know why I took this when I saw the box in J.T.'s linen closet." She tentatively bit the corner of her lip as the two of them stared at the small packet in her hand. "Is it wicked? Have I shocked you?"
Nate laughed softly, then reached out and plucked the condom from between her fingers. "Not wicked. Delightful."
He lowered his mouth to hers for another long, wet, languorous kiss. When her hands moved down his body in an appreciative, lingering caress, he almost shook with his need to be inside her. Then she moved her hand lower, taking his erection in her hand. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as she explored him with her fingers until Nate had to physically pull away to avoid ending this interlude a hell of a lot sooner than he wanted.
"I want you inside me now, please," she whispered, her eyes still closed, a sultry smile curving her pink lips.
Needing no further invitation, Nate sheathed himself with the condom, then moved between her thighs, taking another moment to taste the warm, moist skin of her neck.
She whimpered and slid one incredibly soft leg around his hips, urging him closer until he was poised at the hot, wet entrance of her body. He'd barely begun to move into her when she thrust her hips up, engulfing him, taking what he'd intended to offer her slowly and gently.
"Yes," she cried, her voice echoing in the huge room as she took him all the way inside her.
Nate had to stop, to suck in a breath. Had to get accustomed to the most intensely pleasurable sensation he'd ever experienced. It went beyond sex, beyond physical. He felt like it was his first