Modern Romance November 2016 Books 5-8. Rachael Thomas
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glittering in his eyes darkened, his desire stark.
‘Kiss me.’
And then his lips were on hers, his tongue sweeping in her mouth and he was kissing her so hard and with such passion that her bones melted in the wave of heat he unleashed.
His grip on her wrists loosened and she wound her arms around him, threading her fingers through his hair, touching him as she had been dreaming of since their one night together.
Lips and tongues entwined, they explored each other’s mouths, his body pressing down on hers, his chest firm against her breasts.
One hand burrowed in her hair, the other stroking its way down the side of her body and then back up again, leaving a trail of fire on her sensitive flesh.
He raised his head so the tips of their noses were touching and took hold of her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. ‘You make me feel like I could eat you whole,’ he said hoarsely.
Her chest filled with something different but equally acute as the need racing through her veins.
‘I want you so much,’ she breathed, lifting her head enough to meet his lips again. ‘So very much.’
Pinioned beneath his weight, her senses more alive than she had known to be possible, she moaned as he pressed his face into her neck and ran his tongue over her skin.
Slowly he made his way down her body with his mouth. She strained into him, desperate to feel as much of him against her as she could. When he took her breast into his mouth a moan escaped from her throat.
Every part of her felt alive, heat searing through her pores. Every part of her ached for his touch, for his kiss. And every part ached to touch him in return.
On their one night together, his tongue had caressed her there, between her legs, something that had shocked her to the very core. This time...
This time, remembering the pleasure that had replaced the shock, she writhed beneath him, hoping against hope that he would repeat it.
So many nights she had replayed their lovemaking in her head. So many days too. Always it was there, in the back of her mind. Always he was there, in the back of her mind.
His lips continued their caresses down her body, over her navel and down to her abdomen.
Her breaths shortened and she closed her eyes. When he dipped his head even lower and pressed his mouth against her, she sighed and relaxed into his erotic ministrations.
His movements were languid, his tongue pressing against the very core of her pleasure as if he had all the time in the world. Yet as she felt the tension within her grow, his breathing deepened. The fingers holding her hips tightened their grip and bit deliciously into her flesh.
The almost painful tension grew until it reached a peak. As her body exploded in a delight of shimmering ripples, she knew this was one intimacy she would never share with anyone else.
This was all for him.
Nathaniel felt the change happen. She’d writhed quietly beneath him, hardly making a sound, and then her body lifted as if she was rising off the bed and she released a long, quiet moan.
After a few, silent moments, her head lifted off the pillow and her eyes opened. Catalina gazed at him with a smile of wonder.
Another sigh flew from her mouth and her head flopped back down to the pillow. ‘You’re amazing,’ she said in a breathless whisper.
A gripping sensation caught in his chest, his erratic heart pumping harder than he had ever known.
There was nothing special about desire but his desire for Catalina...it was as if his blood had been injected with a pure dose of longing, a total undiluted concentration he had no control over. He had never wanted to possess someone so much.
Snaking his tongue back up over her creamy skin, over her softly rounded stomach and in the valley between her breasts, inhaling the glorious scent that drove him so crazy, he captured her mouth for a kiss.
Her hands flew to his head and gripped his hair. Her legs parted, her thighs raised and hooked around his and, without any guidance from either of them, he was inside her in one deep thrust.
She cried out into his mouth and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.
He raised himself enough to gaze into her eyes, and they began to move as one, in perfect unity.
A perfect fit. It was as if their bodies had been especially tuned to each other.
A languidness took over him; he was filled with the desire to make this last as long as it could, to exult in every sensation.
Because he had never felt anything like it. The sensation was in every part of him.
He didn’t want it to end. He could gaze into her eyes that widened with every slow thrust, listen to her soft moans, kiss her sweet lips and slide deep into her tightness for ever and a day.
He felt her pleasure grow. Her breaths shallowed and became little gasps as she thickened around him. Her head tipped back, exposing her neck, and her grasp on his hair strengthened as the pulsations inside her pulled him so deeply into her that he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a cry that seemed to come from his very heart, he flew over the edge, thrusting into her one final time. His senses exploded and engulfed him, taking him far away...but taking her there with him, where they were together as one.
For the longest time they lay there, fused together, the only sound their shortened breaths. He could feel her heart through his chest, thrumming against his own, the most perfect feeling in the world.
Eventually he lifted his head and rested his elbows on either side of her face to stare at her. Then he kissed her one last time before reluctantly moving and gathering her to him.
Wrapped in each other’s arms, they drifted off to sleep.
* * *
A compression in the bed woke her.
Catalina opened her eyes. Her limbs felt heavy. Wonderfully heavy.
Turning her head, she saw it was eight a.m.
She had woken a number of times throughout the night. As if he were on the same sleeping pattern, Nathaniel had woken too. There had been no words, just an almost drugged sense of their lips coming together and then a fusing of their bodies until they were sated.
Now she looked up and smiled, reaching out a hand to palm his cheek.
He was perched on the bed beside her, a glass of water in hand, his brown hair mussed. She brushed her thumb against the stubble on his jawline, her heart racing at the feel of the heat of his skin. She could smell the muskiness of their lovemaking on him.
Their first night together had been special. Not only had it been her first time with a man but also the first time she had ever done anything remotely out of line with what was expected of her. The fear of getting caught had hung in the room with them.
Last night had been something else entirely. There had been no fear. Just bliss. It wasn’t just the intimacy of what he had done with his tongue that she didn’t want to share with anyone else. It was all of it.
He was gazing at her, a question in his eyes. She stared back, taking in every line on his rugged, handsome face.
She knew what the query in his eyes meant.
Did he sense her shifting feelings...?
‘Is this the moment you remind me we have a plane to catch?’ she said, keeping her voice light.
He turned and kissed her palm, his eyes crinkling with the relief she hadn’t known she’d been dreading. ‘Can you be ready to leave in an hour?’
NATHANIEL AND CATALINA exited his