The Unquiet - J. D. Robb [122]
“What does it matter? It isn’t possible.” She sucked in a breath. “Is it?”
“I’ve no idea.” He captured her mouth again and kissed her, long and slow and deep. “For I’ve never before had the desire to explore such a possibility. But here, with you, I’m more than willing to find out.”
When he again lifted his head, she could feel his searching gaze, as though assessing whether she welcomed what he was offering.
In answer, she wrapped her arms around his waist and nestled her cheek to his. “It’s been so long since I was held like this. Kissed like this. I’ve missed it.”
“Aye.” That single word was a long-drawn-out sigh. “Oh aye, lass. I’ve missed this, too. The warmth of a woman’s touch. The thrill of a lover’s kiss.”
And then by mutual consent they came together in a kiss so hot, so hungry, it threatened to consume them.
The arms holding Bree were strong; the lips on hers warm and firm. The pulse that pounded against her palm was as wild as hers, and just as unsteady.
This was no formless spirit, teasing her, tempting her. Here was flesh and blood. Heat and need. And hers for the taking. All hers.
Without a thought to the consequences, she took with a need that bordered on madness, returning his kisses with a hunger that matched his.
He pressed her down against the pillows. His mouth moved down her body, igniting fires everywhere. With sighs of pleasure, she opened to him, welcoming the passion.
“My beautiful, wonderful Brianna.” He breathed her name against her throat, causing a sob to rise up in her.
“Oh, Jamie. Hold me.”
“I’ll not let you go, love.”
Love.
The endearment had tears stinging the backs of her eyes. But there was no time to weep. No time to think as he moved over her, his kisses, his intimate touches, lifting her higher, then higher still, until her breath was burning her lungs and her heartbeat was racing out of control.
She thought he would take her quickly and end this terrible need. Instead, he continued to lead her higher and higher, keeping release just out of reach, as he touched her now at will, until her body begged for release.
His voice was a low command. “Look at me, Brianna. I need to see you.”
Her lids snapped open and she found his gaze, hot and fierce, fixed on her with such intensity, as though he was seeing into her soul.
She knew in that instant that he could do so. With but a look he could read her very heart and know her most intimate secrets.
“I’ve waited so very long for this. For you. For someone as beautiful, both inside and out, as you, my beloved Brianna. Do you not see? ’Tis no accident that you’re here. We were destined through time, through eternity, to meet. To love.”
His words touched her heart in a way that nothing else ever had.
“Jamie. Jamie.” Her sultry plea was torn from her lips as he entered her.
At once she experienced the most unbelievable pleasure. Pleasure so deep, so intense, it bordered on pain.
They came together in a firestorm of passion, blood throbbing, pulses thundering, as they took each other on a heart-stopping ride to the heavens.
High they soared, and higher still, until they felt themselves flying among the stars.
For the space of a heartbeat they paused on the very edge of the universe, nearly blinded by a blaze of white-hot passion that consumed them. They were fire and ice. They were one with the moon and stars.
Their climax was shocking in intensity as they felt themselves hurtling weightlessly through space before shattering into millions of glittering fragments.
It was the most incredible journey of their lives.
SIX
Bree lay very still, waiting for her heartbeat to slow and her world to settle. Jamie’s face was nestled in the hollow between her neck and shoulder. His breath feathered her damp flesh, sending delicious curls of pleasure along her spine.
She touched a hand to the strand of dark hair that tickled her throat. The hair was real. The body pressed to hers was flesh and blood. As if to prove the fact, she moved her hand along