It was not until he began to push himself inside her that she regained her senses enough to understand what was happening and not just cling to him in blind hunger. A shiver of an old forgotten fear went through her but she fought it to keep it from completely cooling her passion. This was what she wanted, what her whole body was crying out for. It was just her mind that was trying to stop what was happening and she refused to allow it to deny her this chance to find out exactly what a man and woman could share.
Olympia wrapped her legs around his lean hips and gasped as he thrust inside her. She felt so full, so completely joined with him in ways she was too distracted by desire to understand, that she could do no more than hold on as he moved. He was saying something as he kissed her neck but she was so enraptured by the feel of him moving inside of her that she could barely understand him. Then he kissed her and she lost the last thread of coherent thought she had been able to cling to.
It was when her whole body tightened, the ache low in her belly becoming close to pain, that Olympia eased free of the hard grip of passion enough to start thinking again. Thinking was not what she wanted to do, however. She wanted to lose herself in the heat and wildness of the desire they were sharing.
“Hush, Olympia,” Brant whispered against her cheek. “Let yourself be free. Fly with me, love. Fly with me now.”
“Fly,” she whispered back. “Aye, I want to fly.”
A moment later she did. The knot in her belly snapped and her whole body was filled with a pleasure that rushed through her veins and made her skin tingle as if touched by tiny sparks from a fire. A soft cry escaped her and she tightened her grip on him as if she feared falling. She clung tightly to Brant as he moved in and out with a force that had her shifting against the sheets and then he tensed. A low, guttural groan escaped him and she felt the warmth of his seed bathe her womb as he jerked a little in her hold and then fell against her.
Still dazed it took several minutes before she became aware of the fact that Brant was heavy. Yet, she hesitated to let go of him. She liked the way he felt in her arms, joined with her in the most intimate of ways. A soft sigh of regret passed her lips when he slid free of her and turned on his side. A little embarrassed, she was slow to turn her head to meet his gaze, but the warmth she saw in his eyes eased that. She could see that she had given him pleasure and that pleased her.
“I meant to go slowly,” he said as he lightly trailed his fingers up and down between her full breasts.
“One can do that more slowly?” she asked, shifting so that she was close enough to feel the brush of his skin against hers as he breathed.
“Yes,” he replied and kissed the tip of her nose. “I thought that would be best for you. Less frightening.”
“Ah. You have an idea of why I would have been married at such a young age.”
“Am I wrong?”
“Nay, but I think I do not wish to bring Maynard’s ghost into this bed with us.”
“I think I would rather you did not as well.”
“I will just say that you are most certainly right in what you thought. It was not what I wanted.” She kissed his chest. “This I wanted.”
He rolled onto his back and pulled her up over him. “This I wanted as well. Too much. I think the need is still very fierce.”
She rested her forehead against his. “That does take one back just a little. I do not like to lose control.” From beneath her eyelashes she could see him grin. “Arrogant sod.”
“Yes. A man likes it when a woman loses control in his arms.”
“Hmm, and does the man not do the same?”
“He does.” He stroked her back, liking the way she pressed against him, rubbing her body against his ever so slightly in appreciation of his touch. “Thus the inability to go slowly.”
“That is somewhat comforting.”
“Do you wish to see if we can both maintain some control this time?”
“Can that be tested this way?”
“Allow me to show you.”
Olympia was just catching her breath when Brant gently nudged her to the side and kissed her. She had not realized there was more than one way to make love. Ride me, he had said, and she had. A part of her was a little embarrassed about how enthusiastically she had done so but Olympia was determined to strangle that modest, genteel part of her for as long as she and Brant remained lovers. She would not allow anything to interfere with the pleasure they could find in each other’s arms.
“I must leave,” he said and brushed a kiss over her mouth.
“Aye, I suppose that would be best.”
“I do not wish to. I would much prefer to stay here, curled up with you in the bed.” He winked at her. “And within easy reach.”
“Rogue.”
He laughed softly as he got out of bed and began to get dressed. His body felt fully sated for the first time in years. Brant hated to even think of another woman while in Olympia’s company and having enjoyed such a passionate interlude with her, but his mind would not stop the memories. Not once, he realized, had he risen from the arms of the women he had bedded with such reluctance and such complete satisfaction humming in his veins. It was something he really needed to think about. But not now, he decided as he tugged on his boots, pausing to kiss Olympia again when she crouched at his side wrapped in a sheet.