Her gasp made him soar. He helped push her legs apart, and without hesitating he leaned forward to taste her.
“Alastair!” She tilted her hips towards him, making him growl with approval. He wanted all of her. He grasped her backside with his good hand and pulled her tight against his face. Her taste was addictive.
He glanced up her body to find her head flung back against the wall, her lips open and her cheeks flushed. Beautiful. He licked deeper into her, flicking his tongue over that little bundle of nerves until he heard her incoherent begging. Her fingers curled into his hair again. He felt the sharp bite of her nails. It spurred him on. He wanted more. He wanted all of her. He sucked the tiny nub hard and heard her scream his name.
Her body bowed against him as she shuddered, racked by the pleasure he’d given her. Pride surged through him and he pushed to his feet. He took her mouth in his and kissed her with a desperation that bordered on pain. She writhed against him, her soft, naked body a sensuous playground.
With one hand on the small of her back, and his mouth fused to hers, he walked her backwards into her bedroom and pressed her into the bed. The room was dark, lit only by the glow from the hallway. Alastair came down on top of Rainne, bracing his weight on his arms, wishing the damn cast wasn’t in his way. Wishing he could have carried her to bed. Another time. There would be another time.
She hooked her leg around his hip, wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed up into him.
“Need you,” he said into her mouth.
“Your ribs!”
Her worry made him smile. “I’ll be careful.
Her answering kiss was out of control. Making it clear she wanted all of him.
Her hands smoothed down his back, around his waistband, until they met the buttons on his jeans. She popped them one at a time in agonisingly slow motion.
“Please.” She tried to get his jeans over his hips using her hands and leg.
Alastair pushed up off the bed, keeping his eyes locked with hers. Desire made them heavy and heated. Nothing made him more desperate than watching her want him. He pushed his jeans and underwear down his legs and stepped out of them.
“Gorgeous woman.” He needed her to know how he saw her, what she did to him, but the words wouldn’t come. “My woman,” he said instead, hoping she understood. Hoping she knew it was more than a claim. It was a promise.
Rainne pulled him down on top of her and wrapped both legs around his hips, h
er heels digging into the backs of his thighs.
“Alastair.” Her voice was a low, begging rasp. “Please. I can’t wait. Don’t tease me.”
“I won’t, Rainbow.” He braced his weight on his good arm and with one move thrust into her.
They groaned together. Rainne’s fingers dug into the flexing muscles of his back.
“I have missed you so much,” he said.
“I need you,” she whispered.
“You’ve got me.” He moved his hips until there were only moans of need. “Love you, Rainbow,” Alastair said against her ear. “Love you. Only you. Always you.”
She shuddered, calling his name as she clenched around him, taking him with her into the oblivion of pure, glorious pleasure.
33
* Rainne and Alastair *
Rainne woke slowly. She was lying on her stomach and there was a heavy weight pinning her in place.
Alastair.
She smiled into the darkness, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of his naked body beside hers. His skin against hers. His body heat making her burn, and comforting her at the same time.
His hand caressed from the small of her back to between her shoulder blades, making her press herself into the mattress and moan her pleasure.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he said. “Thought you’d never wake up.”