Star of His Heart - Brenda Jackson [67]
With unerring precision he slowly pulled them down her gorgeous, long legs, then let the silky, skimpy garment fall from his hand to the floor. His gaze then covered every inch of her naked flesh, starting at the top of her head, pausing briefly at the center of her, before moving down to her toes. The room was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was their erratic breathing being forced through constricted lungs.
“Now it’s your turn to undress me,” he said, stretching his hand out to her.
Netherland’s response to his request was a throaty, sensuous sigh as she placed her hand in the palm of his. He gently tugged her upright and brought her against the solid wall of his chest. Wanting to see as much of his bare skin as he was seeing of hers, she began unbuttoning his shirt while placing lingering kisses along the side of his neck and jaw. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and dusted kisses on his chest.
Cupping her chin, Ashton lifted her face up to stare down into her eyes. Then he slowly pulled her to him and kissed her, parting her lips with his tongue, his breath invading her mouth to conquer her soul.
Netherland wound her arms around his neck and gloried in the feel of his mouth on hers, tasting, mating. And at the same time his hand gently caressed the bare flesh of her behind, bringing her closer to the fit of him, rubbing the essence of her against the hardness in the front of his jeans. Moments later she pulled away from their kiss and her fingers went to the zipper of his jeans and tugged it down.
“I’ll take over from here, sweetheart,” Ashton said silkily as he took a step away from the bed.
Netherland watched as he began removing his jeans, then his loincloth underwear, dropping the last piece of clothing that hid him from her view. A startled gasp escaped her lips. She had not imagined him being so big, so powerfully virile. She forced herself to breathe between ragged breaths.
“I—I don’t think it’s going to work,” she said in a deep, shaky breath, not taking her eyes off that part of him.
He came back to the bed. “We’ll fit.”
She shook her head, then met her gaze. “I’m not so sure about that.”
A smile fanned the corners of his dark eyes. “I am. A woman’s body is made to adjust for her mate. I won’t hurt you, sweetheart.”
Before giving her a chance to respond, he reached out and filled his hands with her breasts, slowly caressing each nipple as he watched her eyelids flutter weakly and a groan escape her parted lips. He seized the opportunity and kissed her, locking her mouth to his. Getting on the bed he pulled her back with him. Then he was touching, stroking her everywhere.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked hoarsely as his hand slid slowly across her flat stomach. He gently began caressing her in the area where her fallopian tubes were. “The gift of fertility will be bestowed upon us from the Spirits of Mother Earth to commemorate our union.”
“Umm,” was all she could say as she closed her eyes. His thumbs were moving in a slow, sensuous, gentle message over her abdomen, making her moan softly, deep within her throat.
He bent over her and closed his lips over one nipple of her breast, then another, lavishing it with the hot, wet attention of his tongue.
“Ashton, please…”
Netherland’s breathless plea only made Ashton’s mouth continue to work its magic over her. Moments later, he let two fingers slip inside of her, to test the hot, moist heat of her body. She was ready for him.
Ashton’s breathing was harsh and deep when he moved in place over Netherland’s body and kissed her again, opening her thighs wide for him. Lifting his head he gazed down into her eyes. “I love you, Netherland,” he whispered as his hands went to her hips to hold her in place. He then entered her, slow. And just as he had