His hand slid up to her right breast. She braced herself, not sure what to expect. Then he touched her. A gentle, sure caress. A warm palm cradled the fullness of her curves while thumb and forefinger teased her tight nipple.
The pleasure was as intense as it was unexpected. She’d thought it might be nice—at least alone in her bed when she’d imagined it, she’d thought it would be very pleasant. In the past couple of minutes, she’d assumed the worst. But now that he was touching her, she didn’t know what to think. And then it didn’t matter and she didn’t want to think. She only wanted to feel how wonderful it all was with him stroking her like that.
He dropped his hand, and his mouth touched her other breast. Hot breath warned her of what was to come, but even so she gasped with the wonder of it. Lips closed over her nipple while his tongue brushed against the very tip. Unable to control herself, she grasped his head as if to hold him in place. It was too perfect, she thought.
“Please,” she whispered urgently, not sure what she was asking for. But Stone seemed to know. He chuckled low in his throat.
“I knew it would be like this with you,” he said, raising his head enough so that he could look into her eyes. “I knew we would be good together.”
Are we?she wanted to ask, but didn’t. If he said it, she would believe it.
All will had drained away and she didn’t bother to protest when he stripped off her skirt and panties. Her skin was hot, and everywhere he touched, she felt fire. Her body trembled as he stroked her thighs, across her belly, then over her breasts. She grew wanton and drew him up for a kiss. They arched toward each other, and as he gripped her hair to hold her still, she felt the pressure of his arousal against her hip and was filled with a sense of feminine power. She had done this to him. He wanted her. Nothing had ever been so right.
Still his hands moved over her. At last one of them slid between her thighs. She was too weak to stop him. She wanted it all and she wanted it with Stone. Her legs fell open.
He stroked the insides of her thighs, moving higher and higher with each caress. At last his fingers sought out her most feminine place.
“You’re so ready,” he said as he lowered his head to her breast and suckled her. His tone was reverent, his body taut. She assumed this was a good thing.
He moved slowly, discovering her, allowing her to discover what he was doing. He slipped one finger deep inside of her, and she caught her breath as she imagined his hardness filling her. Then he withdrew and began circling around, searching. She wanted to help but she didn’t know what he was looking for. Right up until he found it.
It was as if someone had connected her to a source of pure pleasure. His fingers produced magic sensations, feelings, heat and desire that she hadn’t known she was capable of. Every cell in her body focused intently on that single point. She half rose into a sitting position.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped as she clutched his arm.
His smile was slow and satisfied. “I won’t. I promise.”
She sank back onto the bed. The world was spinning. She wanted to reach, but she didn’t know for what. The tension was unbearable…and she never wanted it to stop.
He touched her and spoke to her and urged her on. She followed his voice, trusting him to know where they were going.
“Give in to it,” he whispered. “Now.”
She didn’t know how to give him what he obviously wanted. “I don’t know—”
And then she did know. Her body tensed as she felt herself pushed up higher and higher until there was nowhere to go but through the clouds. She felt herself flung into nothingness. Into the most exquisite pleasure and peace she’d ever experienced in her life.
She knew she spoke. She heard sounds, but she couldn’t have said what they were. She thought she might have cried out Stone’s name. She clutched at him and gave in to it all, as he’d requested. Then, when her body relaxed and the last of the aftershocks had faded, she pressed her head against his chest and asked him to hold her for a little while.
Stone wrapped his arms around her and hugged her close. She was still trembling. “I really want to take credit for what just happened,” he said, “but you are obviously a very responsive woman.”
She didn’t answer. He supposed it wasn’t the kind of thing a woman wanted to talk about the first time she made love with a man. To be honest, he didn’t want to hear about lovers from her past. He just wanted to be joined with her.
He sat up and pulled off his shirt, then slipped out of his trousers and briefs. Before lying down beside her again, he took a moment to study her beautiful body.
“You’re lovely,” he said as he touched her full breasts, then stroked her flat tummy.
She laughed. “I’ve worked hard for this.”
“It shows.” He frowned. “I do like how you are now, but I wanted you before,” he said.
She shook her head. “Not possible.”
“I felt the attraction back in the hospital.” He shrugged. “I wanted you to know it was more than just how you looked.”
She smiled. “I know. We were friends for nearly two years before we met. It was definitely my sparkling personality.”
“Brat. I’m trying to be a nice guy here, and you’re making it difficult.”
