“Not yet,” he whispered with warm breath against her ear. He wrapped the towel tighter and pinned her arms to her sides. “You’re all mine now.” And he pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth before he continued to tease with the tip of his hot, moist tongue before he nipped and sucked her lower lip till she struggled in mounting urgency and frustration.
She returned his kiss with a desperation that he stoked with each touch of his lips, his tongue, his breath. When he finally thrust into her mouth, she groaned and kissed him back with so much fervor that he pulled the towel tighter and tighter, as if binding her to him for all eternity. He kissed her long and hard and hot as if he could never get enough of her. And she caught his hunger like a fever.
When her lips felt so swollen and sensitive she thought she might burst with longing, he moved slowly downward, licking beads of water and pressing molten kisses across her satiny skin until he reached the edge of the towel. He wove patterns of kisses till she felt inflamed from the inside out. Finally, he raised his head and looked at her with eyes darkened by desire.
“Please, don’t stop now.” She moaned as she threw back her head to give him unfettered access, aching for more of his touch.
He slowly lowered the towel, inch by inch, followed by heated kisses till he revealed the peaks of her round breasts. “You’re as beautiful by daylight as you are by moonlight.”
She felt even hotter at his suggestive words. Now she realized she’d never stopped burning for him since he’d set her on fire when he’d touched her so intimately by the spring in the gazebo. She’d thrilled to his touch then, but at this moment he drilled deeper with every single touch of lips and hands and body. Still she wanted more of what only he could give her.
He lowered his face and took his own sweet time teasing and tormenting the tips of her breasts till she felt an answering blaze deep in her molten core. She needed him. She yearned for him. And yet she wanted to touch him as he touched her. But he still bound her tightly with the towel.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the first moment I saw you.” He lifted her into his arms still wrapped in the towel and strode into the bedroom. He set her on the edge of the bed. He threw the extra pillows on the floor before he tossed back the covers to reveal silky crimson sheets.
“And what do you think I’ve wanted to do with you?” She reached behind her back and slowly, suggestively pulled the towel away from her body till she sat naked before him. When she heard the sharp intake of his breath and saw the intensity in his eyes, she wantonly tossed the towel on the floor beside the pillows.
“I hope like hell you’ve wanted to have your way with me.”
She laughed, a low, sultry sound, as she gave a little twist of her hand to indicate she wanted him to reveal all.
He slowly pulled the macramé necklace over his head and set it on the nightstand. Next, he tugged his T-shirt over his head, revealing tanned skin stretched tight across hard muscles with only a little dark chest hair. He tossed his tee beside her towel and watched her reaction.
“Come here.” She heard the huskiness of her voice and felt the rush of heat over her body. She wanted to feast on him now.
He dropped to his knees in front of her and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her tight.
She felt like a powerful goddess—all raw hunger, blatant need, infinite desire—as she lay back and spread out on the bed, baring her body to him just as she’d earlier bared her soul to him.
He stood up, unzipped his jeans, then stopped and smiled seductively at her as he slowly lowered his pants till he was completely naked, too.
She licked her lower lip as she gazed at him just as he’d earlier looked upon her. He was big, bold, and so obviously ready to give her pleasure that she felt breathless with passion.
“Come here,” she said again, only this time in a soft, urgent purr, as she beckoned him closer with one languid hand.
He quickly opened a drawer in his nightstand, selected a condom, and slipped it on his long length.
When he joined her on the bed, she felt as if she’d truly come home. She kissed him, wrapping her arms around him and binding him to her as he’d earlier bound her to him.
Trey entered her—gently and tenderly—and then he moved urgently with strong thrusts until she wrapped her legs around him.
And they both cried out in pleasure.
Chapter 30
Trey lay in bed propped up on pillows with his hands clasped behind his head. He watched the scenic landscape of Wildcat Ranch through the sheer drapes over his bedroom windows. No place on Earth could be finer. He glanced down at a sleeping Misty. She lay with an arm thrown across his chest and a knee over his legs. She felt soft and warm and cuddly. He didn’t know when he’d been so content or so satisfied.