that separated her flesh from his. It seemed like years since she had
last touched him, had last felt those hard planes, those iron muscles.
Moaning his name, she tugged up his shirt, let her hands possess, and
possessing, they aroused.
His breath came raggedly, burning his throat. Her movements under him
urged him to hurry, hurry, but he was afraid he would bruise her if he
didn't take time, didn't take care. So he fought to slow the pace, to
taste rather than devour, to caress rather than demand.
But where as she had once seduced him, she now destroyed him.
He tugged off her shirt, found her naked beneath it. She saw his eyes
flash, turn to a burning blue that all but scorched her skin. He was
careful, so careful not to bruise, not to frighten. Slow, to slow the
pace even while the brutal desire to take, take more, take swiftly,
swarmed into him.
Then his mouth was on her, sucking her in with a desperate hunger that
threatened to consume them both. She threw her arm back, reached, but
there was nothing to hold on to except empty air. He dragged her up, his
mouth streaking down her torso, teeth scraping, until, gasping for air,
she folded herself around him.
He couldn't wait, knew it would kill him to wait. The only thought in
his head was now, it had to be now, and even that was wrapped in the
rusty edges of primal need. He tugged at her shorts, cursing, then
plunged his fingers inside her.
She bucked, cried out, came. He watched her eyes go opaque, her head
fall back so that the long line of her throat was there for him to feast
on. Battling the violent urge to drive himself into her, he continued to
taste until the sharp void was filled.
Then he freed himself from his jeans and slipped into her. She cried out
again, her muscles clamping tight around him.
And he lost his mind.
Speed and heat and force. More. He shoved her knees up and stroked
deeper, harder, darkly thrilled when her nails bit into his shoulders.
He plunged inside her, quivering with raw, blind greed.
Sensations swamped her, scraped at her, stripped her into one shuddering
mass of need. She thought she might die from it. When the next orgasm
slammed into her, a hard, hot fist, she thought she had.
And went limp, her hands sliding from Ethan's damp shoulders, the silver
flash of energy draining to leave her exhausted. She heard his long, low
groan, felt his body plunge, then stiffen. When he collapsed on her,
panting, her lips curved in a smile of pure female satisfaction.
The sunlight dazzled her eyes as she stroked her hands down and over his
hips. "Ethan." She turned her head to kiss his hair. "No, not yet," she
murmured when he started to shift. "Not yet."
He'd been rough with her, and he cursed himself for allowing the knot on
his control to slip. "Are you all right?"
"Mmmmmm. I could lie here all day, just like this."
"I didn't take the time I meant to."
"We don't have as much as most people."
"No." He lifted his head. "You wouldn't even tell me if I'd hurt you."
So he looked for himself, carefully studying her face. And he saw in it