When he made to part her thighs, though, Kate opened her eyes. “The sponges…” she reminded him.
“We no longer have need for sponges. If a child comes from this night, then we will welcome it.”
She smiled, really smiled, and his breath stopped.
“Be with me,” she whispered.
“Gladly.”
He complied readily with her plea, sliding into her with ease. He was rock hard and aching for her, his cock so swollen he thought he might burst, and she was all luscious wet heat.
A wave of intense pleasure shimmered through him as he settled more deeply in the cradle of her thighs. His fingers tangled in her glorious mass of hair, and he closed his eyes and breathed her in. Her scent settled inside him, filling the last empty spaces….
His stillness made Kate shift restlessly beneath him. When finally he began to move his hips, hers rose eagerly to meet him, but Brandon remained set on drawing out the moment.
Apparently his pace was not intense or swift enough for her, for suddenly she pressed her hands against his chest, staying him. Taking command then, she urged him to roll over so that she lay on top, still joined to him.
“You are taking much too long….” she complained against his ear.
“And you think you can do better?” Brandon taunted.
With a sultry smile curving her lips, she raised her head. “I know so.”
Gazing up into bright eyes that challenged him, that desired him, he felt charmed and utterly seduced. The fire that infused his veins surged in his loins, and his rigid erection thickened still more.
Perhaps Kate felt his response, for she gave a breathy little moan. Then she retaliated by tantalizing him with a fleeting kiss before offering him the taut peak of her breast. He accommodated her, suckling her nipple, making her whimper. At the erotic sound, he felt a fiery ache shoot throughout his groin.
The same fire was tormenting her, he knew. Stirring restlessly, Kate pushed herself up to straddle his hips.
Once again Brandon felt his breath catch. The sight of her like this, so wanton and eager, ravished his senses: Her bare breasts proud and perfectly shaped, her narrow waist tapering to sweetly curving hips. The rose-gold sunlight streaming into the cabin brought out the sunset in her unbound hair, which flowed like ribbons around her body and wound around the globes of her breasts.
She was a natural temptress, and the magic of her green gaze was working its spell on him. She was a man’s private fantasy, beautiful and passionate, his own personal siren, calling him to the rocks.
Passion throbbed between them as, holding his gaze, she lifted her weight slightly, only to lower herself slowly onto his swollen shaft. Brandon sucked in a ragged breath as her sleek, hot passage enveloped his cock. Impaled on his erection, she fit around him to perfection.
Craving to touch her, he reached up and filled his hands with her breasts. Kate gave a throaty moan and closed her eyes. Then covering his hands with her own, she let her head fall back and rode him.
Soon her breath became more rapid, as did his, while a look of ecstasy claimed her expression. As if she could no longer control her longing, she began to move, setting an urgent rhythm. Brandon grasped her hips, urging her on, intensifying his own pleasure as well as hers. She was more passionate than ever before, panting for him, clutching fiercely at his shoulders, throwing her head back in wild abandon.
Moments later she cried out, a high, keening pleasure sound. Desire surged through him, as intense as any he’d ever felt.
Desperate to satisfy this feverish need she’d set burning deep inside him, Brandon finally sought his own explosive release.
Afterward, she collapsed upon him, her skin smooth and warm and damp with sweat against his own. His arms closing around her, he remained unmoving, sheathed in her slick heat, exactly where he wanted to be.
Eventually their harsh breathing slowed while his thoughts drifted to the amazing change Kate had wrought in him. It was incredibly tender, this sweet ache he felt for her. It was unquestionably love. She had taught him that.
He needed her, he wanted her, he loved her.
It was remarkable how far she had reached inside his heart. And yet some part of him had always recognized her as his mate. He’d wanted someone who mattered. Someone special and irreplaceable. A woman strong enough to challenge him, who made him a better man.
He wanted Kate, now and forever.
Shifting his position, he rolled to face her, so that they lay on their sides, gazing at each other.
Love ran through him as he contemplated the pleasure of being ensnared for life, and he knew Kate felt similarly. She remained there watching him, her eyes indescribably tender and pleasure-hazed.
“I do love you dearly, you know,” he murmured.