Her cheeks heated, as she hated to admit she was ignorant of most of it. “We have a house in the country. I imagine it’s very similar to other animals.”
At his husky laugh, her tense muscles loosened. He was an experienced lover. She was in good hands. She almost collapsed in helpless giggles, but a minute later, she was drowning in his fierce kisses, her whole body tightening with need. He trailed kisses across her cheek and down the length of her neck. When he cupped her breasts and pressed them together, deepening her cleavage, his intake of breath was almost a moan as he thumbed her nipples.
Her breasts swelled beneath his touch, the nipples sensitive. The throb deepened between her legs when his mouth circled a nipple. When he puffed air gently onto the damp, rigid peak, she threw back her head and called his name, closing her eyes as overwhelming sensations crashed over her.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he commanded. “Look at me.”
His tawny eyes blazed with raw need.
Under his onslaught, her breath quickened, and her thoughts scattered. She wriggled beneath the feathery strokes of his hot, wet tongue. He turned his attention to the other breast, teasing the bud until it tightened and stood erect. Bella’s lower regions clenched again, demanding, hot, and damp.
She cried out. “Oh, now. I want you.”
Shifting his weight over her, he nudged his knee between hers, parting her legs. A hand settled on the soft skin of her upper thigh.
He cupped her mound, and his fingers sought out the core of her pleasure. Startled, she grabbed handfuls of the bed cover with her fists at the charge of excitement as he stoked the swollen flesh. “Oh...that’s…”
Derrick slid a finger inside her. He groaned. “You’re so tight and wet.”
The desire in his voice banished any embarrassment at being touched so intimately. Her inner muscles tightened around him, sparking an uncontrollable urgency. She muttered encouragements, wanting more. Withdrawing, he rubbed slickened fingers over her nub, driving her need for release. She wriggled and mewed beneath his touch.
“Have you ever touched yourself?” His voice sounded different, guttural, his breathing heavy.
As his relentless fingers brought her ever closer to orgasm, her confession was almost lost in a moan.
Derrick rolled away to pull on a French letter. Returning, he kissed his way down her body, nibbling as he went, making her writhe.
Aware of what he was about to do, she flushed crimson. His mouth replaced his fingers, and she pulled at his dark hair as his tongue dipped and swirled across her tight bud, unchaining wild, delicious feelings.
He groaned. “I should enjoy watching you bring yourself to orgasm. So many things I want us to do together that we won’t have time for, my sweet.”
Regret tightened her ribcage for a brief moment and then disappeared as she was drawn into a maelstrom. All thoughts became superfluous but one, the sensitive spot he ruthlessly caressed. The need within her became a frenzied race for release. She convulsed as it consumed her, spiraling through her to wash over her in drugging waves. A moan building in the back of her throat erupted into a cry muffled by Derrick’s mouth on hers. Lost, she shuddered and rode the delicious sensations to the end.
Suddenly aware the head of his staff nudged her entrance, her breath stilled, and she tensed. He entered her slowly. She balled her fists against his chest in an effort to deal with the discomfort of him filling her. This tearing pain was not part of her dream.
“It will ease in a moment.” He withdrew, and when he slowly edged back inside, her body settled around him. At his gentle thrusts, the stinging pain subsided.
“Better?”
“Yes,” she said carefully.
Meeting her gaze, he raised her thighs, withdrew, and thrust forward, burying himself inside her.
The burn became a yearning sense of completion. She almost sobbed at the engulfing emotion and arched her back to better accept him. At this moment, it seemed as if they were the only two people in the world.
Matching his rhythm, she raised herself to meet his driving hips, the bed rocking. Molten pleasure warmed her from head to foot.
With a groan, he stilled.
They lay together, panting, his face against her neck. Then he withdrew, and cool air surrounded her when he rolled away to remove the condom. He returned with a handkerchief and wiped the blood from her thighs.
He settled her head against his shoulder, his arm around her. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”
Dazed in the euphoric aftermath, she nodded. Cradled in his warmth, she toyed with the soft tuffs of dark hair on his chest as she listened to his heart beat slow. “Did you enjoy it too?”
“Very much.”
He drew the quilt over them. “Sleep now, my love. We have the whole night.”
Safe in his embrace, she closed her eyes. Was she his love? She wanted so much to be. She was in love with him. No man could ever mean as much to her again. He’d made it plain he couldn’t marry her. She supposed he wasn’t the marrying kind. She was determined to be brave, to walk away and never ask him.
CHAPTER TEN