Into the Fire - Leslie Kelly [54]
"I plan to do everything to you … with you," he whispered as he gently slipped the teddy over her head, tossing it to the floor with his clothes. "But, first, I want to see you."
His eyes darkened as he stared at her. Lacey liked his stare, liked the hot appreciation in his eyes. She made no effort to move away or to cover herself. She was beautiful to him, and she knew it. As beautiful to him as he was to her.
"Lovely," he murmured as he looked at her.
He gazed his fill, the intensity in his eyes as potent as a touch, but not enough … not nearly enough. When she reached up, he caught her hands, raised them above her head and held them out of the way. She was nearly sobbing by the time he bent lower and licked the tip of her breast in one long, wet caress. Before she could cry out, he covered her with his mouth, sucking, stroking, even biting lightly as she squirmed beneath him.
"I can't seem to stop touching you," he muttered, releasing her hands so he could use his own to tease and cajole her other aching nipple. He went back and forth, using tongue, teeth and lips, until Lacey was sure she couldn't take it.
"Please," she whispered, twisting beneath him.
Leaning forward, Lacey reached out to run her hands across his chest, curling her fingers in the hair that trailed a line across his rippling stomach. His harsh breaths, the slight tremor in his hand as he reached out to catch her hip, told her how much he wanted her.
She couldn't resist reaching for his sex, taking that silky-steel warmth into her palm. He jerked hard when she closed her fingers around his erection, sliding her hand down in a long, smooth stroke as unhurried as it was deliberate. She squeezed lightly and was rewarded by his low groan of satisfaction.
"I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at you, touching you," he informed her, his voice husky and thick, "or having you touch me."
"Oh, Nate," she breathed, wondering how she could ever withstand more of this never-ending pleasure.
Finally he touched her lower, testing the slickness he'd created. His fingers slid easily into her, joining in the rhythm of the slow movement of his tongue in her mouth, of her hand on him, sliding up and down in smooth, delicious strokes.
He pulled away only long enough to grab a condom from a bedside table drawer. She watched him sheathe himself. Then he was back, touching her, stroking her, using his fingertips to draw her so close to that shattering peak once again.
This time, she decided, he wasn't going to push her over the edge without being fully inside her when he made it happen. The man's control was phenomenal, but she wanted it gone. She wanted him out of control, as insane and insatiable as she was.
"Now, Nate," she said, a husky note in her voice, "let me tell you what I want."
He pressed kisses on her throat, holding himself out of reach, still testing his control and hers. "Tell me, Lacey. Tell me what you want. Anything."
"I want you to…" She leaned close to his ear, feeling bold, feeling like someone else, someone sensual and strong and very, very naughty. Then she whispered the last few words and felt his control snap. He grabbed her hips, pulled her forward and thrust into her in one long, hard stroke.
"Yes," she said with a pleasure-filled gasp, thrilled her words had inflamed him. "That's exactly what I want."
He remained unmoving deep inside her and she felt the throbbing of his erection. Before him, it had been a long time for her, a long time since she'd made love. Actually, compared to this, she didn't think she'd ever really made love. As impossible as it seemed given their differences, the way they'd met, she felt sure she was falling in love with Nate Logan.
It was perfect. He was perfect. Thick and heavy, hot and deep. She lay still, savoring the feel of him buried to the hilt. Squeezing him inside her, she heard him hiss as he felt the pulsing caresses within her body.
"You were