If love existed …
CHAPTER 13
Tehya could feel the heat rising in the room, or was it just rising in her?
Reclining, she propped her weight on her elbows and stared back at him, the hunger to tease him, to tempt him becoming overwhelming.
She wanted her own memories to store away, but even more, there was something inside her pushing her, demanding she ensure he never forget her either.
As he stared down at her, she lifted enough to release the zipper at her lower back, loosening the gown as she watched his expression tighten.
“Help me.” She could barely speak, her breathing was so heavy, excitement flooding her system as his hands moved to the bodice of the gown and began drawing it down her body.
The feel of the silk underslip sliding against her flesh was exquisite, almost painful. The need to feel his hands was rising by the second.
Lifting her hips, she watched his expression as he drew the material over them, then down her legs to allow it to drop to the floor.
His jaw bunched, flexed. His hands slid up her legs, to her thighs, then to the band of the tiny thong she wore.
A second later, less than a second, the material was torn from her body and tossed to the floor. Gripping her arms he drew her up, one hand buried in her hair as the other flattened against her back and his head lowered, his lips possessing hers with a hunger so fiery she felt singed by it.
The sensual impact of the kiss blazed through her senses as arousal began to consume her with a power she didn’t have a hope of fighting.
Her arms tightened around his neck, desperate to hold on to him now, to hold on to that dark, unspoken “something” that bound her to him in ways she couldn’t explain.
Mixing with each touch, each kiss, each spark of pleasure that fanned the flames higher was a burning knowledge that he was becoming essential to her. That he had already marked her soul, claimed her.
She arched into the kiss, her thighs spreading for the full width and impact of his hips thrusting determinedly between them.
The material of his pants rasped against the tender skin of her inner thighs as the steel hard wedge of his cock pressed against the bare folds of her pussy.
Liquid heat spilled along the sensitive flesh as Jordan nipped at her lips, a harsh groan rumbling in his throat as Tehya whimpered at the need rising inside her.
Her neck arched tilted back as his lips slid from hers and rasped a path of destructive arcs of sizzling sensation down her neck, moving to her breasts, finding the tight, tender peak of her nipple once again.
Swollen, enflamed from his earlier caresses. The feel of his lips drawing on the sensitive peak tightened through her back and pulled a cry from her lips.
Her nails dug into his scalp as her hips moved beneath his, desperate for every stroke of pleasure, every touch, every ounce of sensation.
Her hips lifted to him as she tried to curl her legs around his waist, tried to get closer, only to have him push them apart as he lifted his head and straightened from her.
“Don’t stop.” She had to force the words past her lips.
“Never.” The hard, dark rasp of his voice intensified her pleasure. The knowledge that he was just as affected, that he needed just as much as she needed, sent pulsing excitement whipping through her.
Staring back at him, breathless, Tehya watched as his lips lowered again, this time to the flesh between her breasts. Heated kisses and hungry licks blazed a path of destructive pleasure down her body.
His tongue swirled around her navel, dipped in with an erotic lick before wandering over the soft flesh of her lower belly.
His hands stroked along her thighs, her hips. Each firm caress pulled her deeper into a maelstrom of ecstasy.
“You taste as hot and sweet as hell, Tehya. Damned addictive, sugar.”
Her breath caught at the pleasure in his expression, his voice. The slight Texas drawl assured her he was losing himself as much as she was in the pleasure, and that he was forgetting all that careful control he always exerted over himself.
He pushed her thighs farther apart as she trembled with anticipation.
His tongue licked, he kissed. He held her legs apart, whispered a breath over her clit, and she swore she was so close to coming she could touch it.