Quicksilver - Amanda Quick [81]
“Not the usual family motto. But, then, I’m getting the impression that the Sweetwaters are not an ordinary family.”
“That’s not true,” he said. “The Sweetwaters are really a very normal sort of family.”
He unfastened the knife sheath and left it conveniently at hand. This time, when he looked at her he saw that she was, indeed, gazing at his erection.
“Is it always like that?” she asked.
His laugh came out as a groan.
“Only when I am near you,” he said.
He knelt on the cloak and drew her down onto her knees in front of him. She reached out and took him in her hands, exploring him intimately. He closed his eyes briefly, his jaw clenching against the surging need that pulsed through him.
“I’m desperate for you,” he said, aware that his voice was raw with need.
“You stir the most astonishing desire in me,” she whispered. “I have never known anything like it.”
“Then we are well matched.”
He tightened his arms around her and kissed her, letting her feel the full force of his need. When she sighed and sank against him, her breasts pillowed against his chest, he moved his hand between her thighs. She was damp and slick, and wonderfully full to the touch. He stroked her carefully, seeking out the sensitive hidden places.
When he inserted a finger deep inside her she cried out and dropped her forehead against his shoulder. He felt her body draw tighter. Deliberately he inserted a second finger.
She gasped. Her small, delicate muscles closed even more securely around him. She released his heavy erection and clutched his forearms.
“Now relax,” he whispered.
“I don’t want to,” she said into his shoulder. “I like it this way.”
“You’ll like it even better if you do as I say. I give you my word. Relax.”
Her narrow passage loosened almost imperceptibly. He withdrew his fingers partway.
“Now hold me as if you’ll never let me go.” He pushed back into her.
She tightened snugly around him again. Another tremor went through her. She was very wet now. He breathed in the scent of her body.
“Yes,” he said. “Like that.”
He removed his fingers partway and eased his thumb up under the taut little bud of her clitoris until she strained against him. Then he penetrated her again with his fingers.
“You are as tight as a handmade glove,” he said.
He hooked his fingers a little so that he could press them more firmly against the sensitive area just inside her hot channel. Then he slowly started to withdraw.
“No,” she gasped, and tightened abruptly, trying to keep him inside. “Don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping. Relax.”
She did but just barely. She had the pattern of the dance now, and she was taking control, alternately clenching and releasing as he eased his fingers in and out of her. With each stroke he dragged his half-curled fingers against the roof of her passage, pressing harder and harder.
“Yes,” she said. Her voice rose to a faint squeak. “Yes.”
He knew she was hovering on the precipice. He felt the sudden release of the tension deep inside her and sensed the onset of the small convulsions even before she did.
Her lips parted. He covered her mouth quickly with his own to swallow the sound of her climax. Her fingers dug into his arms.
He let her ride the currents, glorying in the knowledge that he was the one who had sent her soaring. When the small tremors started to ease, he pushed her onto her back, fitted himself to her and plunged deep.
“Owen,” she managed. “Owen.”
He was beyond any coherent response, beyond the boundaries of his own control. He no longer cared.
He thrust in and out of her, his senses dazzled by the energy of their hot auras.
And then he, too, was poised on the high cliffs above the deep, mysterious waters. His release slammed through him, taking him over the edge. Virginia cried out softly again. Another rush of energy rippled through her.
It seemed to him that they fell together, their auras fused in a moment of searing intimacy. When the last of the shuddering waves faded he opened his eyes and looked down at Virginia’s flushed face.