For a long moment he stared down at her, drinking in her beauty with glittering eyes. While Josie fought down a brief flutter of fear at the sight of his massive aroused male body, at the same time her body ached for his caress. He lowered himself down on the bed beside her, and when he finally touched her she shuddered all over.
His dark eyes gleaming with the banked-down fire of passion, his hands swept slowly down over her stomach and thighs in a long, smooth motion, then up again, his palms lingering on her stomach and then sliding up to her breasts.
Josie gasped as he bent over her. His mouth capturing her parted lips, he kissed her. His fingers smoothed the oil into her breasts, his thumb gently massaging the hard tip, and still he kissed her, his tongue plunging deep in her mouth. She touched him, hesitantly at first, letting her hands slide over his shoulders. She felt him shudder and realised the control he was exerting over himself.
His dark head moved from her mouth to her throat and his hair tickled softly against her chin as he moved lower. Then the feel of his tongue, warm and wet, encircling one taut nipple, sent tremors through every part of her.
Conan lifted his head, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire. ‘More oil or...?’ The question simmered on the air as his hands stroked down over her stomach once more and lower to her thighs, the oil long since absorbed, although still he massaged her sensitive flesh.
‘Conan?’ she murmured. ‘How could I have forgotten?’ She trailed her hands down his back and lower over his buttocks. ‘You feel so right.’
It was the sign he was waiting for. Conan’s head swooped down and their mouths met and fused. He teased her with long, drugging kisses, his fingers slipping between her legs which were parted and ready for him.
Josie writhed beneath him, her oil-slicked body sliding against his naked flesh as his fingers found the secret centre of her. Then his mouth found the peak of her breast and gently he took the engorged nipple between his teeth. Her body was on fire. Her hands grasped his head and tangled in his thick dark hair, but still he turned his head and subjected her other breast to the same sweet torment, and all the time his seeking, teasing fingers brought her to new heights of pleasure, until the pleasure became one burning, aching need.
He lifted his head. His eyes had narrowed to slits, and the flesh was taut across his high cheekbones. ‘I don’t want to hurt you, Josie.’ His hands slid across to grasp her thighs, holding her firmly against the mattress, and he pushed down on her, allowing her to feel the full extent of his arousal. ‘But I can’t wait much longer,’ he murmured, flicking both her breasts with his tongue in a sensuous reminder.
‘Touch me—show me you want me,’ he rasped.
Want him! She would die if she did not have him, and, sliding one hand down his long body, she curled her fingers around him.
His great body shuddered, and he guided her hand against his body, his mouth hard as he caught hers in a deep, hungry kiss, and Josie responded with equal fervour, the wonder of him filling her mind with a joy so profound, she could not understand how it was possible she had forgotten him.
If Josie had ever had any inhibitions she certainly did not now. They touched tenderly, discovering and delighting in their mutual passion, the tension stretching almost to pain, until Conan rolled over on his back and, positioning her astride him, pulled her down towards him and suckled on her breast as he thrust up into her ready warmth.
She clenched around him and within seconds his great body was bucking against her, driving her over the edge to a shattering climax as his hot seed spilled inside her, and she heard his deep growl of release. She lay sprawled across his chest, still joined to him, as eddying circles of pleasure feathered from her innermost being.
‘Are you all right?’ The words seemed to rumble from his chest.
Josie lifted her head and folded her arms across his heaving chest to look down into his face.
‘Awestruck,’ she breathed, her eyes clinging to his own, which were narrowed and black with passion. ‘I feel as though I have just discovered the meaning of life, love and all that.’ A lazy smile curved her love-swollen lips. Resting on one arm, she used her other hand to brush his damp hair from his brow in a tender gesture of love, not taking her eyes from his flushed face. ‘I can’t believe I forgot this.’ She moved her hips restlessly against him, and gasped as she felt him swelling inside her.
‘Give me a minute and I’ll remind you again,’ Conan drawled, his arms wrapping firmly around her, holding her pressed to his heart.
‘Is it always like this between us?’ she asked, gently nibbling on his chin, and she did not see his eyes narrow with grim determination.
‘Always, and for ever. Now stop talking and let me show you again,’ Conan growled, and rolled her beneath him. Leaning on his elbows with his hands cradling her head, he began to move gently inside her, while he sipped at her mouth and breasts in a long, lazy loving that ended in the same breathtaking climax.
CHAPTER NINE
JOSIE’S eyes fluttered open. It was dark and warm, she was snuggled against the side of a very large man, and she was dying to go to the lavatory. Very gently, she wriggled a little down the bed to escape the long arm that curved around her shoulder.
Carefully she raised herself up on one elbow and looked down at her sleeping husband. His dark hair was tousled, his long lashes curled against his cheeks. He looked younger and somehow vulnerable. Josie’s heart squeezed with love for him, and carefully, so as not to wake him, she slid off the bed.
Naked, she padded to the bathroom, and a few moments later she picked her nightdress off the rail and slipped it on before returning to the bedroom.
‘Josie,’ Conan’s voice greeted her. He sat up in bed, and switched on the bedside light. His sleep-hazed gaze searched urgently around the room, until he saw her walking towards him ‘What...? Where have you been?’ he demanded, his dark eyes skimming over her face and down over the long white cotton nightdress that covered her small frame.
Josie was wide awake, and chuckled at his bemused expression. ‘The call of nature beckoned. According to Dr Masters, one of the down sides of pregnancy is the urge to go to the bathroom more often. Apparently it depends on the way the baby is lying,’ she told him chattily as she walked across the room and climbed back into bed. ‘Sorry I woke you.’
‘Oh.’ Cona
n reached out and pulled her into the circle of his arms. ‘You gave me a fright I thought you were a ghost, in this thing.’ He plucked at the pristine white cotton enveloping her. Switching off the light, he turned her in his arms and leant over her to kiss her eyes, and nose, and lips.
‘Again,’ she murmured teasingly against his mouth, her slender arm curving around his neck.
‘You’re insatiable, woman!’ He chuckled and slid his hand down her thigh and up under her nightdress, quickly removing the offending garment.