Her eyes widened, then darkened.
‘Prove it,’ she challenged softly, but he didn’t mistake the faint quake in her voice, as though she was half frightened.
‘Oh, believe me. I intend to.’
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bsp; He nestled himself between her legs, his mouth finding that sensitive hollow at the base of her neck, which had her arching her back and making the kind of sounds that instantly reignited the insane fire inside him. But he forced himself to take his time, his tongue licking at her salty skin, his hands following the luscious, fascinating curves of her body. Even when she wrapped her long legs around his waist so sensuously, so enticingly, he refused to capitulate.
Carefully he slid his hand down her body, between them, his slightly calloused hand deliberately grazing her soft skin. Tracing patterns and whorls, indulging and teasing.
Slowly, so slowly, he let his fingers creep down, three finger-walks down, then two back up, heightening Tia’s anticipation, until she was moving impatiently under him, her breath coming in short, sharp, little gasps.
He moved down over her belly button, the soft swell below, and finally into the neat hair beneath that. All the while, Tia lifted her hips, turned them, in an attempt to get him to touch her where he knew she ached for him most.
Still Zeke teased her. Toyed with her. And himself. Only when he thought she could take no more did he let his fingers inch lower. Lower. To circle all that slick, inviting heat, around and around. To play with that proud button, with long, slow flicks. To slide inside her where she was hot, and swollen, and waiting for him.
Driving her closer and closer to the edge.
He could see the wave reaching its peak inside her. He relished in it.
‘Not like this,’ she cried suddenly, trying to twist her hips away from him. ‘Not this time.’
‘Relax.’ He lowered his head to her breasts. To the pink, straining buds.
She cried out, then caught herself again.
‘I want more, Zeke,’ she repeated. ‘I want you.’
‘I’m here,’ he growled, deliberately misunderstanding her. Sucking on her nipple until she was arching up to him again.
‘You know what I mean,’ she managed, her voice sounding thick, far away, but succeeded in moving her hands down his back to grasp his backside, to pull him to her until his length was pressed against her.
And how he wanted to drive his way inside. Zeke had no idea how he held himself back.
‘Say it,’ he commanded in a voice he barely recognised.
‘You know.’ Her head gave a jerky little shake of disbelief.
‘Say it. If you really want it.’
‘I want you...’ She bit her lip shyly. But then, suddenly, a spark leapt into her eyes.
A flash of the old Tia he had lost so long ago. His Tia. His wife.
‘I want you, Zeke, inside me.’ Clear, sexy, sure. ‘So deep that I don’t know where I end and you begin.’
It was like a lightning bolt through his entire body. The words he hadn’t expected to ever hear from her again. And he couldn’t deny her. He moved so that he hovered at her entrance for a moment, then thrust inside.
Long, deep, hard. Whilst his Tia cried out and lifted her hips to meet him, tightening around him as though to draw him in all the more. He held her tightly to him, withdrawing slightly only to drive back inside her, again and again, until they were both tied up in knots and he didn’t think he was going to be able to last much longer.
She was exquisitely perfect. Matching him step for step in this raw, primal dance.
Her body began to tense beneath him, to pull around him, and he reached down between them one more time, and found the hard little bud. This time when he thrust his way home, he flicked his finger and pressed down, and she screamed out his name.
And when she finally hurtled over the edge, falling and tumbling, and shattering into nothingness, he let go and toppled into the blissful abyss with her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN