For reasons she didn’t understand, the fact that he wasn’t interested in hiding this, made her want him that much more.
Besides, her brain was so fuzzy at this point it wasn’t as if she could tell him to stop.
Cedric tugged the gown down, somehow managing to be tender and commanding at the same time. He eased her against him and she shuddered when the sensitive tips of her breasts brushed his bare chest. Heat from the fire made her skin feel warm and tingly. She didn’t know if it was hormones or the fact that it had been so long, but she felt as if she were drowning, being sucked under by waves of arousal. And she let it happen.
“You taste like apples,” he rasped against her lips, and kissed her deeper, as if he were trying to steal the flavor from her mouth.
Her panties were the next thing to go, then he just looked at her, his eyes roaming slowly and deliberately over her body. She wondered if her over-accentuated shape would turn him off, if seeing her bare belly would bother him. If it had, he didn’t let it show. And since she didn’t want to be the only one naked, she took a great deal of satisfaction in liberating him from the pajama bottoms.
Cedric eased her to the floor and they stretched out beside one another on the rug. There was more kissing and touching, slower this time. Sort of lazy and sweet, as if the urgency was gone. This was going to happen so there was no need to rush, no reason not to take their time relearning all the wonderful, sinfully erotic places they had discovered months ago. Her body responded so effortlessly, so fiercely to his touch. Something about this, about being with him, was so right. And so very wrong-which made it that much more exciting.
“Talk to me,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”
“Anything,” she said breathlessly. “Everything.”
Eyes on her face, he slipped a hand between her thighs, teasing her with featherlight caresses. “Like this?”
“Yes.” Exactly like that. But when she reached down to touch him, to stroke him just like he was stroking her, he brushed her hand aside.
“You’ll get your turn later,” he said. “Right now, I want to make you feel good.”
“I want to make you feel good, too.” She tried again but this time he caught her wrist in his hand and pinned her arm to the rug over her head.
“This does make me feel good.” He lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth. She felt the warm, wet pull of arousal, the zing of sensation travel all the way down between her thighs, to the place where his fingers explored and played, sinking deeper into the slippery folds of skin. She moaned and closed her eyes.
“I know you taste as good as you feel.”
He began licking and nibbling his way down her body, pressing her thighs apart, and she knew he intended to find out. It seemed to take him forever to reach his destination, like he had all the time in the world. And by the time he took that first taste, when she felt the sweep of his tongue, she was wound so tightly her body arched up against his mouth. She didn’t think it got any better than this…until he zeroed in on the little tangle of nerves. She cried out at the intense jolt of pleasure. Everything began to clench and almost instantly she was coming.
And coming…and coming.
“Wow,” she breathed when it was over, her body as limp as a wet noodle. “Wow.”
“As much as I’d love to take credit for that, I think it had more to do with hormones than skill.” He kissed his way back up her body until they were lying side by side again.
“I’ve been wondering about something, too,” she said.
“What’s that?”
“What you taste like.”
He flashed her that sexy simmering grin as she pushed him onto his back, and tortured him in the same slow, lazy way he had her. Until the urge to make love to him, the need for him to be inside her was too great to resist. As she straddled his hips and eased herself down, taking him deep inside of her, never had anything felt so right. So perfect. She lost all sense of time, all sense of herself. All that mattered was this moment. Making love to Cedric was as simple as it was complex, as sweet as it was erotic.
She linked her hands through Cedric’s and pinned them on either side of his head, driving herself hard against him, over and over until he gasped and arched. He looked up at her, his eyes glassy and unfocused and whispered her name, “Anna,” then the grip on her hands tightened and every part of him began to tense.
The sensation brought her to an entirely new level of ecstasy. She threw her head back and cried out as her body clenched tight around him, and for that brief moment everything in her world was painfully perfect. This was the way it should always be, this feeling of connection.
Cedric pulled her into his arms and just held her. For several minutes they didn’t speak. They just lay there quietly, arms and legs entwined, touching and stroking.
She snuggled against him, her head resting on his arm, and she sighed contentedly.
“Your beauty takes my breath away.” He said after a while and rolled her onto her back and gazed down at her, searching her face. He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose. “What are we doing, Anna?”
“I don’t know, but we do it really well.” She looped her arms around his neck. God, she loved touching him. Being close to him. “Maybe this is just something we needed to do, you know, to get it out of our systems.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“And if we do it a lot, I’m sure we’ll be completely sick of each other after a while.”
The corner of his mouth crept up. “How much is a lot?”
“As much as it takes, I guess.” Although, she couldn’t imagine herself getting tired of this. Getting tired of him. This had disaster written all over it. A pinkie bandage on a wound that required stitches-or amputation. But right now she was happy, and that was so rare these days that she was willing to hang on to the feeling, whatever the cost.