The Midnight Hour - Brenda Jackson [29]
"Oh, hell." The words were torn from Drake's lips. He couldn't take any more. He needed her now. He knew there was something he needed to do before joining his body with hers but whatever it was evaporated from his mind when he toppled her onto her back and quickly covered her body with his.
He reached down and slipped his hands between her legs needing to know she was ready for him and just as hot as he was. Her slick wetness touched his fingers and he began stroking her, not ready to move his hand from her just yet He felt her fingernails digging into his shoulders and heard the way she was gasping for air. Whatever sensations were tearing through her were also ripping their way inside of him, and without moving his hand from her, he leaned down and kissed her again, long and hard.
When he finally pulled back and looked down at her, what he saw almost took his breath away. Lying beneath him was a woman whose features were swirling in the heated lust he had encased her in. She was shamelessly and immodestly revealing just how much she wanted him. It was there in the way she was breathing, the way the nipples on her breasts had darkened and hardened, the deep hunger in the eyes staring at him and the amount of wetness her femininity was generating. He thought that no woman was more prepared or willing to take on a man, to make love to a man, to share in the passion that awaited them both.
He was suddenly consumed with a desire to mate with her so thick it was like a fog surrounding him and the only way to breathe through it was to be inside of her, sharing what she was offering. As she widened her legs for him, he eased his turgid flesh into her, his nostrils flared as he sank deep into her, inch by inch, as breath whooshed from his lungs.
The deeper he sheathed himself inside of her, the more delirious with need and desire he became. He couldn't think. The only thing he could do was mate with her with every strength of his being. He'd never been so intense with making love to a woman and in the back recesses of his mind he knew that had included Sandy. Most of the times they'd made love had been stolen moments on missions. Rarely had they been able to just sleep together under normal situations like regular people. Their lives were filled with danger and their lovemaking had been no different.
But for now he could push all thoughts of danger aside and concentrate on this, a mating of a lifetime. Bracing his hands on either side of her shoulders he began thrusting in and out of her, the rhythm fast and furious, her soft moans of pleasure music to his ears. He was determined to take them over the brink of ecstasy and for some strange reason a part of him felt a connection of mind, heart, and soul with her.
And then everything exploded when he felt her body jerk in a climax that shook him to the core. He clenched his teeth when he felt her nails dig deeper into his shoulder and with his arms straining, he continued to rock into her over and over again. Then moments later, he threw his head back when a powerful explosion ripped through him and he grasped the hips she automatically lifted, needing to go deeper and knowing that for the first time he was totally out of control.
Needing the taste of her, he leaned over and kissed her long and hard while scaling the crest of passion as they rode out the climax that simultaneously ripped through them.
Long moments later he buried his face against her neck and held her while his body eased back down from heaven and returned to earth. Nothing had prepared him for such prolific and profound lovemaking. Slowly, reluctantly, he eased his weight from her and pulled her into his arms, still needing the contact. And when he had her in the position where he wanted her, snuggled close against him, he closed his eyes. For the first time in five years, he felt totally at peace.
Drake came fully awake and glanced down at the woman still sleeping beside him as emotions stronger than he'd ever encountered before knotted his stomach. Their mating had been