He kissed her, and she tasted the salt of the sheen of sweat from his upper lip. Or was that from her tears? His fingers stroked her and the pleasurable friction mounted. Her hand moved frantically along his shoulders and neck, clutching spasmodically as the pressure swelled.
“All those flowers out there today, and here’
s the loveliest one by far,” she heard him say as if from a great distance. She cried out sharply as pleasure broke over her. Ryan kissed her deliberately while she shook, making sure she could breathe, but seeming to relish the sensation of parted lips and her small cries falling past his own. His warm hand remained between her thighs, coaxing every last shudder of pleasure from her flesh.
Faith blinked a moment later, coming back to herself. Her eyes widened when she saw that Ryan had removed his pants. He lay next to her naked, his thigh draped over her leg. She felt his firm, warm arousal pressed against her hip.
She moved without conscious thought, touching him. He shut his eyes and made a low, restrained sound in his throat. He felt so heavy in her sliding palm, the skin softer to the touch than she would have expected...like warm silk stretched tight over steel.
“Faith,” he mumbled, his voice gravely with arousal. She met his gaze and continued to caress him. “Will it...will it hurt the baby?”
“No,” she whispered. “Absolutely not. The baby is very well protected, and I’m a low-risk pregnancy.”
He stretched toward the bedside table. She watched, wide-eyed as he rolled on a condom, and then he was coming over her, his arms taking his upper-body weight, his hips between her opened thighs.
A cry of amazement leaked out of her lips when he entered her slowly. He paused.
Every muscle in his body looked like it was flexed tight and hard. It was a wondrous sight.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he grated out.
She touched his narrow hips. “You’re not hurting anything. It feels wonderful,” she whispered. She urged him with her hands, welcoming him.
His groan sounded like it was ripped out of him. Faith cried out shakily, for suddenly she was filled with Ryan again, and he throbbed high and deep inside her. How could she have forgotten how exquisite the sensation was?
How right.
He began to move, and pleasure rippled through her in shocking waves. She watched his face, and knew he experienced the same bliss, that their desire fused them, made them one. He stroked her faster, and her entire world began to quake. Sweat gleamed on his rigid muscles as he took them both higher, and she joined in the dance, moving in the rhythm he set with perfect synchrony.
She gritted her teeth together and cried out in longing when she felt his desire swell hard and deeper inside her. He paused and bent his elbows, bringing his mouth to hers. As he kissed her again, both of them hovered on the edge of ecstasy.
“You’re mine, Faith. Can’t you feel it?”
She cried out sharply, his incendiary words igniting her release. She felt him move, sensed him straining, eager to leap into the fire with her.
Sharing that sweet, inevitable explosion of desire with Ryan hurled Faith into a whole new territory of existence.
Chapter Eleven
“Faith? Are you asleep?” Ryan asked her.
She smiled. She loved the sound of his deep voice roughed by both sleep and desire. They both lay on their side, Ryan spooning her. He moved his hand slowly and lazily across her bare belly, ribs and breasts. The sunlight filtering through the window had taken on the warm, golden cast of sunset.
“No,” she said quietly.
“Do you love this house? I mean...was it your dream to always come back here as an adult?”
“No,” she snorted. She glanced around when he remained silent. Had he been super-serious? “I mean I like this house and everything, but I didn’t buy it because of that. The circumstances just all collided. That’s how I ended up here. I’d started my practice, and it was going really well. My parents were planning to retire to Florida, and then Jesse died. So—” she shrugged “—I bought their house.”
“Right,” he said. “So it’s not like it’s your dream house or anything?”
“Hardly,” she murmured.
“Is there space in the garage for me to set up a workshop? I want to get started on the baby’s shelving unit.”
She twisted her head farther on the pillow to see him better. He gently pushed her hair out of her face.
“My father had a workshop in the basement. Do you think that would work?”