His hand caught hers and pulled it away. “Don’t,” he said in a strangled voice, and Keira knew he was dangerously close to the edge.
“I want to,” she whispered, her breath deserting her as she thought about making him come this way, about making him lose that iron control.
“Not this time,” he managed, making it a promise for the future. Their future. Then he was undressing her, and it was the seduction she’d imagined, only more. While his hands caressed, he whispered in her ear everything he wanted to do to her. His words as much as his hands aroused her to the point where she ached to have him inside her, to assuage the need he’d created.
Her hands tugged at his hips, telling him what she wanted without the words she was suddenly too shy to say. But he wouldn’t be hurried. His fingers parted the petals of her womanhood, and she gasped, arching toward him.
She knew he could feel the dampness there, so she didn’t understand why he still held back. Instead, one long finger slid inside her, then out again, drawing the dampness up and over the unbearably sensitive nub he found. He rubbed up and down, again and again, occasionally dipping back inside and out again.
Keira couldn’t bear it. Her nipples were so tight they ached, and the pressure building in her loins, in her whole body, was so unexpected she moaned. He soothed her with soft whispers. “Shh. It’s okay. Let it go.” His lips captured one nipple, and his tongue rasped against it, circling around and around, sending shards of electricity throughout her body.
His fingers were still weaving their magic, and she moaned again. This time his lips captured hers, swallowing that moan and the ones that followed. Her breathing grew shallow and hurried, and still his fingers kept stroking her unbearably. She wanted...she wanted....
Then everything her body had been building toward suddenly exploded, and she arched against the seductive hand that had done this to her, clinging to Cody’s arms and crying out his name as the throbbing sensation went on forever.
She floated down to earth, her one thought that she couldn’t bear any more, that her body couldn’t take it. But she was wrong. Blood pounded in her ears, and her breathing was ragged as Cody removed his hand and fitted himself in place. He whispered her name, and her passion-drugged eyes opened—she hadn’t realized they were closed until that moment. He gazed down at her with that same expression of love and longing, joined by a fierce, possessive desire held firmly in check.
“Tell me,” he demanded in a voice made harsh by passion.
How could she hold back the words that trembled on her lips...and in her heart? She reached up to cradle his face in her hands. “I love you, Cody,” she whispered.
He drew a long, shuddering breath. As if he’d waited only for her avowal before continuing, he surged into her. Then froze. His shocked eyes met hers for a second before they squeezed shut in contrition.
The slight pain of his entry was already receding, replaced by the incredible sensation of having him embedded deep inside her, stretching her, hot and hard and throbbing. Keira didn’t want him to stop. She’d die if he stopped. Her hands grasped his hips and pulled him closer. “Please,” she begged. “Please...”
His blue eyes stared down at her, pain in their depths, and she could read his thoughts. So she said the only thing she could think of in that instant. “You’ll only hurt me if you stop,” she breathed. One hand slid down and touched him intimately. “Please...please, don’t stop...”
His mouth descended, his kiss telling her everything she needed to know about how much he wanted her...needed her. Instinctively she contracted her inner muscles around him, again and again, and he made a rumbling sound deep in his throat. Then he began driving into her, shallow strokes and deep, setting a pace she struggled to keep up with.
Without warning she caught fire again, and then she was racing ahead of him toward something just outside her reach. It grew bigger and bigger as Cody’s tempo increased, and her body was out of her control. She’d wanted to make him lose control, but instead... Her hips thrust up at him to take him deeper as he held tightly and pounded into her. Then everything shattered, and she arched against him one last time as she cried his name, feeling him empty himself inside her.