“That was incredible,” she said, pressing a kiss against his damp chest and smiling as his skin puckered against her lips.
“You are incredible,” he said, his hands curling over her bare bottom and simply holding her close.
She glided her palms up his arms to his damp shoulders, lifting her head from where she’d pillowed it on his chest to look at his face. "So are you" she said.
“If I am, it is only because of you.” he said.
She took a relieved breath and pressed her mouth to his, grazing his lips once, twice. They couldn't continue this. She knew that. But they had tonight, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it. “Then let’s make the best of tonight.” She replied.
His big body tensed a fraction, and for a heartbeat she feared he’d refuse. What would she do then?
“You know what I want, Nina,” he said. "I don't want it to be just tonight"
She took a breath. Then another. But in the end she couldn’t lie.
“I know, but I fear I might not be able to give you that, Julian.”
Julian swore under his breath. There was no joy in knowing nothing had changed. In knowing that Nina did not trust him enough to help her overcome her fears. Why the hell was she so concerned with what people thought? He was torturing himself by making love with her, knowing she’d go her way in the morning, in control of her life, but alone.
His mouth closed over hers, not with brutal passion or driving lust but a gentle kiss that made his soul sing even as his heart clenched over at his failure to make this thing with her work. At his failure to make her see the future they could have together, if only she would trust him and let him in.
He selfishly wanted more memories of her to hold long afterward even though that would be a torment to his soul as well. He wanted this night. Wanted all she could give him, as little as that was.
Regrets and guilt could torment him tomorrow. Tonight was theirs. He tore his mouth from hers and she mewled a protest, pressing her mouth to his throat instead, nipping, laving, moving down his chest to suckle his skin.
Desire bolted through him like lightning. His sex jolted and snapped taut.
“You are insatiable,” he said thickly, giving her bare bottom a squeeze that brought her body pressing tightly against him again.
Such exquisite torment!
“But you like me that way,” she said, her voice a throaty purr.
It was true. He liked that she wasn’t shy in bed with him. That she knew what pleased him, what made their pleasure all the more memorable.
But Nina wasn’t ready. She may never be. He had to give her space, maybe let her go forever. Julian tightened his hold on her and strode into the bedroom, his mind too fogged with passion to think logically now.
He longed to lie beside her, cover her, have her straddle him. He’d adore her with his hands and lips and tongue until they could no longer move. Until they were sated in body and spirit.
“You will be exhausted in the morning,” he promised as he stretched out beside her on the bed.
“As will you.” Nina replied.
He smiled at that, for she was right. But he craved that sweet exhaustion. He wanted to leave knowing he’d given her all the pleasure that he could. He wanted her to wake in the morning and miss him being beside her. He wanted her to want what he wanted. He splayed a hand on her flat belly and smiled as her silken skin quivered beneath his palm, the flesh warm. Smooth. Perfection.
“Make love with me,” she said, reaching for him.
“With pleasure.”
His fingers brushed through the carefully trimmed hair at the apex of her thighs and she shifted, lifting her hips in silent invitation. His lips captured hers in a kiss that commanded and teased in turn. He bit her full lower lip, then laved the swollen flesh even as his fingers toyed with the plump folds between her thighs.
“Please,” she said, digging her fingernails into his sides to bring him closer, setting his skin on fire with her passion. “Hurry.”
But he was in no rush to see these hours with her slip away. He’d pleasure her with care. He’d savor every second she remained in his arms tonight.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as he trailed kisses down her neck, taking love bites that made her quiver and send a fresh rush of blood to his already engorged sex. “You were made for loving. You were made for me. I want you to know that”
He speared one finger into her hot tight core, groaning that she was as tight and sweet as a virgin still. Sweat popped out on his brow and slicked his back. Blood roared in his ears. He thrust another finger into her while his thumb found her pleasure point, rubbing hard and fast.
She bucked and cried out, her plea captured in his mouth, branded on his soul.
He would make this last night special for her. For him.
He set a fast tempo, drawing the moment out. His thumb found her pleasure spot and rubbed insistently as his lips captured one tight nipple and suckled hard. He laved each ripe breast until both tightened. His hand rode her hard toward an explosive climax.
He rocked back and watched her, his heart hammering so hard with need he could barely draw a breath, thinking he’d never seen anything as beautiful as Wendy lost in passion. Reaching for her climax, coming undone at his touch. She was free now. Her features open. Natural. More passionate than any professional still shot could convey.
His.
Before the last tremors left her, he settled between her lithe thighs and thrust into her quivering heat with a husky shout of completion. She clutched him to her with her arms, her core muscles, her beautiful eyes gleaming like cut ambers.
Sweet, sweet oblivion called to him, yet he moved with slow deliberation, drawing this moment out, committing this to memory. Her nails raked down his back creating rivers of fire. Her long lean legs wrapped around his hips, holding him close, demanding his all.