Page 58 of Forever Mine

“Come,” he whispered.

With his arm around me, we entered his bedroom. The light from the living room threw shadows inside the doorway. Additional lighting came from the window, covered by sheer drapes.

Scott opened the louvers and returned to sit on the bed in front of me. He pulled me between his legs and kissed the middle of my stomach while he undid the button on my jeans. My eyelids floated down as he paid homage to my legs and thighs while removing my pants.

When I stood naked before him, he gently drew circles around my breasts with his fingers, avoiding my areola but absorbing my response to his gentle stimulation in the dim light.

He hurriedly removed his shoes, and when I stepped away, he stood and undid his jeans and slid them down his legs. He kicked the heap aside and held me close to his chest, kissing my forehead and then tipping my head up to join our mouths.

Having him like this with his skin next to mine made me feverish. I gripped his hair and our movements turned urgent, but we continued feeding off each other as if we needed what the other was giving.

Growling, Scott grabbed my arm and urged me onto the bed.

I reached for him and he grunted in his throat. “Gimme a minute.”

After switching on a bedside lamp, he flung the closet door open. A zipper cut the silence, and I figured he was trying to find a condom.

“You all right over there?” I asked when he continued rooting around.

“Uh, yeah.” He shoved the case back inside the closet and dropped on the bed. As he cradled me close, my throaty laughter surrounded us. With my lips next to his skin, I murmured, “I didn't plan to go anywhere.”

“I wasn't about to risk it,” Scott said, as his mouth grazed the tips of my breasts.

I arched into him and brought his head closer. The delicious sensations spreading through me from his mouth and fingers had me on the edge of release. I pulled him closer and traced his ear with my tongue. “Now.”

“You’re ready?” he asked with his hand resting on the inside of my thigh.

With a sultry smile, I asked, “Isn't it obvious that I need you?”

“Say no more.”

He chuckled and lay on his back, sheathing himself. Then he rested on his side and let his hand travel all over my body, bringing me back to the pre-orgasmic state I'd been in moments ago.

I closed my eyes when he stopped playing with my nipples and hovered over me.

Dropping kisses all over my face, he asked, “You okay, honey?”

A slow smile spread over my face, my eyelids fluttered open, and I circled his neck. “Yeah, I'll be fine if you hurry up and make love to me.”

The amusement in his eyes died. They narrowed, then closed as a wordless command came from low in his throat and he urged my thighs apart with his legs.

I sucked in my breath as he joined our bodies, taking his time until his hips were snug against my thighs. He rested there, as if savoring the moment but I needed more.

Sinking my nails into his skin and wrapping my legs around him, I urged him to move. That's all it took. Scott made love to me with the same urgency bubbling inside me. As he ground into me, perspiration dotted my forehead and dewed my entire body. Each time I clasped and released him, I climbed higher, clinging to him with all my strength.

Scott rode me harder, as sweat poured in rivulets down his forehead.

The continued friction threw me over the edge and my muscles gripped him as I arched and twisted under him.

Scott howled and threw himself against me, prolonging my orgasm.

My cries joined his as we rode the tide of our excitement. Eyes closed, I let out a long breath as he withdrew from me and slumped on the mattress. A few minutes later, he let out another groan and lifted the wet strands of hair from my forehead.

“You okay?”

Stroking his chest, I smiled; a gesture I'm sure conveyed my deep satisfaction. “You keep asking me that.”

His hand skimmed my waist and hip. “I was a little rough, so I wondered.”