“Kiss me, Risa,” he crooned against her lips. “Take me.”
A whimper left her lips. Her arms circled his neck, her fingers burying in the short length of his hair to pull his head to her.
Her tongue stroked over his lips as an earthy male groan met the caress. He tasted of male heat and dark desire, an ambrosia she craved.
As she moved closer to the warmth of his body, her breath jerked in her lungs at the feel of his cock, heavy and hard against her thigh.
“My beautiful Risa,” he groaned against her lips as his head lifted from their kiss. “Sweet love. At yafa. You’re beautiful.”
She shivered beneath the midnight cadence of his voice, and the feel of his palm curling around her breast, his fingers moving to the distended peak of her nipple.
“The taste of you heats me.” His head lowered, his tongue stroking over the opposite nipple as his fingers plucked at its mate. “You make my blood heat with my hunger for you.”
She arched, the sound of his voice almost a physical caress over her senses before his lips parted farther and he drew the tight bud into his mouth.
As she pressed her head back into the pillow, her eyes flared wide at the feel of his teeth raking the tip, then closing on it, tugging it gently.
Little flares of pleasure that bordered pain tore through her and raced to her sex. Her vagina pulsed and spilled its slick dampness, while her clit swelled and throbbed with imperative need.
The feel of him, his lips drawing at her nipple, his hands stroking over her body, was life. It was the essence of pleasure. He touched more than her flesh, and she wondered if he knew. Did he know that when he touched her, he touched her soul?
“Micah,” she whispered his name, desperate to give voice to the sensations as they washed over her like a warm, silken wave. “Touch me. Let me feel, Micah. Just for now, let me feel.” Feel his body, his heart, his soul.
Just for this moment she wanted as much of him as she was giving him. She’d return it, she promised silently. She wouldn’t hold him prisoner to the needs or the emotions rising inside her. She’d give him the freedom he needed to walk away from her.
“Please.” Her head lowered until her lips could caress the hard muscle of his shoulder as his lips drew at her breast. “Let me feel you.”
“Ahuvati.” My love. The words slipped from Micah’s lips again as the throb of her need speared through his senses. He could feel the power of her desire, not just her sexual desire, but the bond he’d always sensed, even before he’d touched her. The desire to feel it, to touch it, even as they touched physically.
He was reminded of those visits to Atlanta when he would only glimpse her coming or going from one of the Durango team’s homes over the years. Her head had always been down, her hair shielding her face. But he’d felt her. He’d felt the glow of her spirit, a part of her reaching out to him even as he’d held back from her.
There was no holding back from her now. He was giving himself to her. He was aware of it. He couldn’t stop it.
She was his heart. She was every emotion he had never allowed himself to have. She was every touch he had never given another woman.
Silk and satin, heat and longing. All things he had never thought he would ever possess.
He cupped her breast in his palm, his mouth suckling at the hard tip of her nipple as his other hand caressed down her stomach, feeling the ripple of response just beneath her soft skin.
His fingers met the bare flesh between her thighs and he groaned at the sensation of heated, slick silk. Like syrup, sweet and hot, spilling from her body to coat the swollen folds of her pussy.
Micah groaned at the feel of her response. So unabashed, so innocent. She arched to him, obviously lost in the pleasure he brought her.
He sensed no fear, and the knowledge of that dug restless claws into his soul.
She gave to him without reservation. She came to him without motive, with emotion and with pleasure.
“I could spend eternity here, touching you,” he groaned against her breast as the need to taste her grew overwhelming.
Risa felt pleasure and need as it restricted her breathing. She stared into his dark eyes, mesmerized by the subtle flames that lit the black depths.
Her hands shook as she clenched her fingers against his shoulder and watched as his lips smoothed between her breasts, dropping little kisses along her flesh as he worked his way down her body.
“Micah,” his name sighed past her lips. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” For eternity. She wanted his touch always.
Flares of searing sensation rocked her body as his fingertips glanced over her clit. He parted the sensitive folds, caressed through the narrow slit, and drew a startled cry from her lips as her womb flexed in response beneath his lips.
Their breathing was ragged. Risa could hear their breaths, her strangled moans as well