Call of the Wilds (16 page)

No, this euphoria between them wouldn’t last, but he planned to enjoy it while he could and give her back what she gave him. He hadn’t made love to anybody in fifteen years, but he would today. He’d take her to bed and shower her with kisses and caresses, worship every inch of her and show her without words what she meant to him. He gathered her up, and her arms circled his neck, clinging to him while he carried her up the stairs to the loft.

He laid her on his bed, and she looked up at him, her eyes like molten chocolate. In her gaze, he saw himself the way she saw him—as if he were the sun, moon, and stars wrapped up in one. Did she see the same adoration in his eyes? He wouldn’t hold back today.

He lowered himself next to her, and she turned, pressing the length of her body against his. He drew in her scent, and his cock twitched against her stomach. She wriggled aggressively against him, sending ripples of need through his body. His erection grew painfully hard again even though he had just come. He wanted to bury himself inside her now, but he’d take it slow and make it good for her.

He took the hand resting on his hip and licked the pulse point on her wrist. Then he turned her on her back and grabbed her other wrist. Drawing her arms above her head, he wrapped her fingers around the metal bars of the headboard.

“Don’t let go until I tell you.” Her eyes grew wide, but she gripped the bars tightly. “Or I’ll have to tie you down.”

“I won’t,” she promised throatily.

“Good girl,” he gritted through his teeth, already so aroused he didn’t want to wait. He allowed himself a few calming breaths and then bent his head to trail kisses down the soft flesh of her inner arms.

 
She whimpered softly, and he brushed his knuckles down the side of her face and pushed her hair aside so he could trace her ear with his tongue. He nipped the lobe and sucked it gently before trailing little kisses along her jaw that made her breath hitch.

His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head so close their noses touched. Her warm breath on his face enticed him, and his tongue traced the seam of her mouth. When her lips opened for him, warm and inviting, he slipped his tongue inside and sought hers. Nothing else existed but her lips, tongue, and sweet murmurs. He explored her mouth, and their tongues circled in a lazy dance until, with rough thrusts, he pantomimed what he planned to do between her thighs.

She arched her back and babbled little incoherent sounds into his mouth. His thoughts fragmented as her fierce hunger fed his. His breath grew ragged, his balls tightened, and he knew he’d come if he didn’t slow down. With a groan, he sucked on her lower lip, then drew back to end the kiss.

She sighed and licked her lips. "Delicious. Don't stop."

Rising up over her, he looked into her eyes so dark with passion. “You’re driving me crazy, and I don’t want to come yet.”

“But I do,” she moaned. “I missed you.”

“Patience, sweetheart, I’m just getting started.” He chuckled. “I have to make up for lost time.”

“It doesn’t mean you have to torture me.” Her cheeks blushed pink, her eyes bright with desire. “I need to have you inside me now.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, but I want to take my time, savor every minute, and make this special for you.”

“Baby, you are special. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never known anyone like you.”

 
He pushed back a stab of jealousy. “How many men have you known?”

“Enough to know I don’t want anyone else.”

Nor did he. His heart ached with the knowledge. The dynamic between them had changed. He didn’t want it to happen, but it had, and he wondered how he would bear it when he had to let her go again. Right now, he would just relish the moment and pretend it could last.

He lowered his head and brushed her lips with whisper-light contact. The warm, sweet kiss turned passionate, and he pressed his hips against hers. Her powerful effect on him made it hard to go slowly, but he might not get a second chance. He pulled back. Her eyes, glazed with desire, held his. He tried to read her expression, but she whimpered and broke eye contact.

Teasing, he ran a hand down from her collarbone until his palm traced the curve of her breast. He outlined the tip with his finger, loving the little whimpers she made that encouraged him to do more.

“You feel so good. I love to touch you.” Her nipple turned marble-hard under his fingers. He gave it a gentle pinch, then pressed and kneaded the swollen globe until her fingers whitened around the bars.

“Oh, God.”

“What?”

“Suck them. Please.”

“Since you said please.” He replaced his hand with his mouth and swirled his tongue around one perfect nipple. She gasped when he captured the distended peak in his mouth. Her tortured moans spurred him on, and he squeezed her other breast, rolling the pebbled tip with his fingers. He suckled long and hard before switching his attention.

Her hips rose in mute invitation and she trembled.

“Am I hurting you,” he smiled mischievously. “Do you want me to stop?”

“God no.”

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

“Please.”

“Please what? I need to hear it.”

“Please fuck me.”

“No. I’m not going to fuck you today.”

 
I’m going to make love to you
.

He cut off her protests with a deep kiss and moved between her legs.

“You’re beautiful, sweetheart. You take my breath away.” Her skin flushed and shone with perspiration. He wanted to remember her like this so he could envision her perfect form on the lonely nights to come. He could look at her forever, but she eyed him with frustration, so he lowered his head and licked a path between her breasts and down her stomach. He circled her naval with his tongue before nipping it, then dipped his tongue inside. Slowly, he blazed a trail of feather-light kisses over her belly, then abruptly moved to her thigh and worked his way down. Getting up on his knees, he lifted her foot and massaged it before sucking her toe into his mouth. Her eyes looked up at him, big as saucers, and he knew no one had ever done this for her before. It made him happy to please her in a way no one else had. He switched to her other foot and watched her breasts rise and fall with her labored breathing. When he released her foot, she stilled, waiting to see what he’d do next. He let her wait for a few seconds. Then he spread her legs wide. The black lace left her pussy partly exposed, and it was sexy as hell. He settled between her thighs and nuzzled her through the damp material.

“Take them off,” she begged.

“No, baby, I like them on.”

She moaned, and her legs fell apart to receive him. He pushed the soaked material aside, marveling at how wet she was for him. He tugged on the damp curls covering her sex, pleased she only trimmed them instead of shaving them off completely like some women. Then he ran his fingers over her moist folds and blew a puff of warm air over her swollen core.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” she murmured and arched her body, trying to get closer to his lips.

He licked her in one long stroke along her cleft. “Is that what you want, baby?”

“Mmm.” She made little mewling noises and squirmed against his mouth while he licked first one side and then the other, carefully avoiding the sensitive nub peeking out of its hood.

He lifted her buttocks and drew her closer, nuzzling his face in her mound and rubbing his nose over her clit. The scent of her arousal surrounded him, tangy and potent, driving him mad. He would never get enough.

Groaning, he separated her lips and lapped at the warm cream coating them while she writhed against his face. He plunged his tongue deep inside her, moving it in and out, and imagining how it would feel when he buried his cock inside those slick walls.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” Her body tensed, and she pushed a foot against his back.

He felt her fingers in his hair. “Such a bad girl,” he murmured. “Do I have to tie you down?”

“No!” she exclaimed in a breathless rush. “Jesus, don’t stop now.”

 
His chuckle vibrated against her pussy, and he slipped a finger past her moist entrance.

“Oh. Yes! Ungh!” Her unintelligible animal sounds went right to his cock, and he ached to see her explode. He slipped another finger inside her tight, wet heat, and she gasped and lifted her hips. Thrusting inside her, her hips rocking against his hand, he flicked his tongue over her swollen button

“Jesus, Malcolm!” She cried for release. He touched the sensitive spot inside her and sucked on her clit, and she convulsed in a series of shuddering spasms.

He licked her cream from his fingers and crawled up beside her. Immediately, she nestled against him, and he held her trembling body. She threw a leg over his, clung to him, surrounded him, so content in his arms he wanted to cuddle her a little longer.

“You know you were a bad girl,” he murmured into her hair. “You didn’t do what you were told.”

“Sorry, baby.” She shifted in his arms. “I couldn’t help it. I’ll do better next time.”

There might not be a next time. He would have to make today good enough to last a lifetime.

Chapter Seventeen

The smell of sweat and sex permeated the air. Karin was drunk on it and so blissfully happy, she did not want to move a muscle. She snuggled in Malcolm’s warm embrace, content to lie there forever and pretend all was right with her world. She couldn’t hold off the big reveal much longer, and although she felt closer to Malcolm than ever before, she still had no idea how he would accept the news.

“Did I do okay for an old guy?” He made slow circles on her back with his palm.

“Mmm, very okay,” she mumbled against his chest. “On a scale of one to ten, you hit eleven.”

She loved being close to him and the feel of his warm body against hers. How could he ever think his scars would put her off? The man was sex on a stick. His lean, muscular body rivaled any in her romance novels, and his dark, dangerous eyes hypnotized her. He knocked her socks off in bed. And he made her laugh. What more could a woman want? She envisioned them growing old together. Now if only he felt the same.

“In fact, I’m not sure I can keep up with you.”

“I think I need to start you on a training regimen.” He chuckled, sliding his palm from her back to her breasts to her stomach. “Build up your stamina and work off these extra pounds you put on.”

Her heart rate soared off the charts. “What! Your score just plunged to a zero.” She couldn’t be showing yet. If anything, she lost weight from the nausea and vomiting. It had to be water retention. But maybe she could segue into her confession.

“Hey, don’t get excited. The extra pound or two just makes you a little curvier.” He squeezed her butt. “It looks great on you. Very sexy.”

 
“Well, if bigger is better, maybe I can arrange to get even sexier in the near future.”

“I think you’re perfect just the way you are. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“Good answer.” Not! There were big changes coming. She hoped he would accept them.

He pressed his erection against her stomach, reminding her he wanted more of her sexy body. “Mmm. You have a beautiful body, doc. In fact, I can’t keep my hands off it.” He slipped his hand between her legs. “I think this can go now.” He ripped off the sodden thong and buried his nose in it before tossing it on the floor. “Delicious.”

“Hey! That little scrap cost me a bundle.” Her voice trailed off as his hand did wicked things between her legs. Little ripples of pleasure turned into a throbbing ache.