She protested no further when he took the soap from her. With a delicate touch, he soaped her breasts, then her belly. The drift of his slick hands on her bare skin felt so divine….She was already breathless by the time he reached her woman’s mound. Kate leaned back against him as he continued, closing her eyes against the exquisite sensations in her breasts, in her loins.
When he finished washing her front, he attended her back, then rinsed her entire body. To her surprise, he drew her toward the edge of the pool, then tossed the soap upon the ledge and turned her to face him. He was staring at her breasts, she realized—like a man hungry for a taste of her.
Her hands rose to press against his chest, yet she didn’t really want to stop him. She could feel the hardness of his corded muscles beneath her palms as he bent down to trace one areola with his tongue. When his lips closed over the pebbled nipple and suckled, Kate responded with a revealing whimper that spoke of desire and want and need.
For a long moment he aroused her that way, licking and laving and savoring her…before apparently deciding it wasn’t enough. With his hands at her waist, he lifted her to sit on the stone ledge and stepped between her thighs.
“What do you mean to do?” Kate asked.
“You’ll see.”
How he managed to invest so much beguiling promise in so few words, she couldn’t begin to comprehend. And his gaze…His half smile reflected in his intent gaze, capturing her completely. He knew she couldn’t look away.
Those eyes held hers, hot and dark and bright with challenge as his fingers parted the folds of her sex to lightly stroke. The erotic caress made her breath catch.
“Sit back, sweetheart. Just relax.”
Biting her lip, Kate obediently braced her hands behind her, suddenly needing the support.
To her disappointment, his fingers moved away from her thighs—but not far. As his hands began to work a wicked sorcery over the rest of her body, sensations flooded her, leaving her trembling and weak. He touched her everywhere, teasing, seducing, kneading, pulling at her sun-warmed flesh, plying her nipples with his fingers.
His gaze returning with relentless precision, he pressed her thighs wider, baring all her secrets. Then positioning her as if she was there strictly for his pleasure alone, he lowered his head.
When she felt his warm breath stir the damp curls at the juncture of her thighs, Kate quivered at the erotic shock of it.
Then his mouth moved closer to kiss her there. The caress shuddered through her. And when he found the taut bud of her sex with his tongue, her hips arched.
“Easy…” His voice was low, vibrant, stroking her like rich velvet.
One more tender lash of his tongue, and her head fell backward. His hands held her steady, anchoring her while he continued his tender assault with his mouth. He went on tasting her, tormenting her, his tongue probing her folds. Then he drew the swollen bud into his mouth as his middle finger slipped inside her.
The sensation was incredible—his hard finger sheathed in her flesh, his scalding mouth working its spell on her sex.
With a moan, Kate reached down to grasp his sable hair. His mouth was magical, and so was his touch, but she wanted more of him.
“Deverill, I need…” she whispered urgently.
“I know.” His own voice was a smoky rasp.
He was waiting for her sighs, her little cries, her signs of surrender, she knew. And soon Kate complied. She trembled violently, her whole body coiled unbearably tight. She lost touch with everything but her own frantic heartbeat.
He wasn’t willing to permit her release just yet, though. Instead, he urged her to join him in the water, drawing her against him, her legs wrapped around his waist.
“Tell me what you want, Kate….”
“You. I want you….” Her fingers clutching his hair, she strove to get even closer, overwhelmed by the sheer, overpowering need to be one with him.
“Then you shall have me.”
He watched her steadily, knowingly, as he lifted her slightly, then lowered her onto his shaft. It was the most glorious sensation. Kate relished every slow inch, the bliss of having him fill her so utterly and completely.
The power in his arms intensified her sensation of thrilling weakness. She gave another moan, full of awe at her own helplessness as she clung to him.
Yet she wasn’t the only one affected. His dark eyes hot with need, Deverill gripped her buttocks. In response she ground herself against him, writhing helplessly against his delicious impalement. The frantic heat burned through her nerve endings. She was hot and only he could cool her; only he could satisfy the burning need inside her.
As if seared by the same heat, he captured her lips and kissed deeply, his tongue penetrating her mouth like his shaft was doing.
The taut, savage need was blazing between them now. Want had become craving, and Deverill’s own rough excitement was matching her frenzy. She welcomed the hard thrusting of his body as he took her, his tongue plunging in the same demanding rhythm as he filled her again and again.