She tilted her head back to look up at him. “Where will you sleep?”
With you, his body responded. He tried to remind himself of his son, of how much depended on the successful annulment of this marriage, but her sensuous lower lip beckoned for his kiss, and he knew he was losing the battle.
He threw back his head in anguish, shutting his eyes tightly, but all he could think about was burying himself again in her silky sweetness. All he could see was the quiver of her tantalizing mouth urging him to kiss her into dazed insensibility.
Slowly, Kyle opened his eyes again, aware that the days of being around her, of wanting her, of self-denial and frustration had finally driven him beyond restraint.
“I know perfectly well,” he said hoarsely, with his last vestiges of reason, “that this is insane.” But his words were a mere whisper and were lost as he lowered his mouth.
Her kiss was tentative at first, as if she’d had time to reconsider what she was doing, but as his heat flowed into her, she seemed to relax a little. His tongue plunged into her mouth, seeking hers in a series of darting forays. He was determined to make her respond more fervently, to turn her shivers into shudders of pleasure. When finally her arms came up to encircle his neck, he urged her backward toward the large bunk.
He lowered her to the edge of the mattress, but instead of joining her, he knelt before her, placing his hands on either side of her waist. Selena tensed, watching him. She drew a quick breath as his hands slid upward to cup her breasts.
Kyle heard the soft sound and his eyes flared with golden flames. Slowly, he leaned forward to press his lips against her rib cage, his arousing fingers caressing her nipples. If he could manage it, he promised silently, she would experience the full depth of pleasure between a man and a woman before the night was over.
With exquisite tenderness, he kissed her bruises, letting his tongue flick out to touch her soft skin. She tasted faintly of brine and her own sweet perfume, and he was suddenly hungry for an even more intimate taste of her. With a fierce effort at control, he drew away.
“Let me shed my clothes,” he said hoarsely.
Pressing her back to lie full length on the mattress, he retreated a step to strip off his garments. Selena shivered as the delightful sensations were suddenly cut off. Feeling bereft, she turned her head on the pillow, watching shyly as Kyle undressed. When he was naked, she caught her breath at the marvelous perfection of the powerful length displayed before her eyes.
He was so different from her—earthy and vital and strong, all rippling sinews and bronzed skin…except where his breeches had covered his lean hips and muscular thighs. There he was pale and dark and… splendidly virile.
Kyle saw where Selena’s mesmerized gaze had settled, and the touch of it sent raw need quaking through his body. Locking his gaze to hers, he felt himself tremble in anticipation. He was like a callow youth with his first woman, Kyle thought, watching her. His aching arousal was pulsing and erect, his control tenuous and uncertain. He came to her then, wondering as he stretched out beside her if he would have the patience to let her reach fulfillment before him. She was so very beautiful, her skin like gleaming ivory....
Gently his lips touched Selena’s hair, while his fingers found the pins in her tresses and let them fall to the floor. He brushed back the damp tangled curtain from her face as his lips moved to her throat. Then slowly he drew her against his taut, tightly muscled length.
The size and heat of him st
ill had the power to shock her, yet she pressed closer, warming her shivering body against the satin of his bare skin. His touch was incredibly sensual, and as he filled his hands with her breasts, a quiver built deep in her stomach. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back.
“Kyle, please…” she said breathlessly as he continued to stroke her.
“What is it, Moonwitch? What do you want?”
Selena shook her head in frustration. She didn’t know what she wanted, only that she was aching with unfilled need.
Kyle knew the answer very well. The quick rise and fall of her breasts, her shallow breathing, the fast beating of her heart all told him. He bent his head.
“Open your mouth to me, love,” he whispered, and when she obeyed, he filled her mouth with his caressing tongue.
Selena sighed, her trembling hands reaching up to hold him. Under her clutching fingertips, the muscles of his bare shoulders coiled and quivered reflexively. The feel of his satiny skin, the masculine sea-fresh scent of him was intoxicating. It filled her with a heated glory of wanting, with desire.
Finally, however, Kyle broke off the kiss, letting his lips course over her face, around her ear, into the softness of her throat beneath the sensitive curve of her jaw.
Selena stirred restlessly beneath his tender assault. The heat radiating from his body was drugging her senses. The way his hands molded to the roundness of her breasts was making her feverish. And then his lips joined his hands, capturing the aroused peaks. Over and over his tongue flicked and circled the aching flesh. His devouring mouth dragged across her breasts, pulling at her, nipping softly, tasting her.
Selena moaned and strained toward his touch. Her response aroused Kyle even further, and he fought for control, his corded muscles contracting into hard knots. He was determined to make this good for her, not to satisfy himself until he knew she was satisfied, as well.
He moved his hand slowly up her shivering inner thigh and softly slipped in between. His slow stroking made her gasp. He pressed against the moist cleft, withdrew slightly and pressed again. To his delight and amazement, Selena’s hips slowly began to writhe.
Her trembling innocence was incredibly erotic; he longed to bring her to ecstasy. Kyle shifted his weight so that he was kneeling between her thighs, then lowered his head to scatter hot, openmouthed kisses over the taut skin of her belly. In a moment he gently eased her legs apart as his lips moved lower to the triangle of golden down at the juncture of her thighs.
She gasped with shock and grasped at his hair. “No… Kyle… What are you doing!”
Briefly, he looked up into her startled eyes. “Be still,” he ordered huskily, pressing her back upon the mattress.
Shocked to her ladylike core, Selena had no idea how to respond to his scandalous attentions. She lay there, open to him, taut and trembling, not knowing even where to put her hands as his mouth descended again to the silky nest between her thighs. But when he began kissing her again, soft, probing, erotic kisses, she instinctively reached down to curl her fingers in Kyle’s hair. He was stirring such sensations in her—desire and heat and staggering pleasure. And panic. Her body gave a sudden leap as his tongue found the center of her passion.