She tried to gain some control, but once she closed her eyes, she couldn’t open them again, which was strange, because her body was her own again. Her hands moved up the strong column of his broad back, spreading across his skin to take in as much of him as she possibly could. She had to touch him. There was no stopping herself. She wanted all of him. She was desperate to have all of him.
His back was every bit as muscled as his chest. Beautiful, deliciously defined, very masculine muscles. She had a thing for muscles and he had them everywhere. His skin was hot and hard and smooth. She couldn’t get enough of touching him, of kissing him. Of tasting him. An addictive taste she would crave forever.
Enough, sivamet. This is our second exchange. You are close now. Next rising it will be done. Come to me now. I need you.
He gently pulled her head back, using her long, thick ponytail of braids, depriving her of the exquisite addictive flavor that was uniquely him. She licked her lips. He watched her, his eyes darkening. Turning more intense than ever.
“Andre.” She murmured her protest and tried to lean into him.
“Teagan.”
There it was again. Her name. His accent curled around it. Soft. Low. Husky with need. She recognized that note in his voice for what it was. So sensual. So hungry. She slid her arms around his neck.
“I have no idea what I’m doing, Andre,” she whispered the admission. “But I want to do it all with you. Everything.”
He fell back against the mattress, taking her with him so that her body sprawled over his. His skin was so hot she just melted into him. He dragged her up along his thick chest, until she straddled him, her legs over either side of his body so that his very heavy erection was pressed deep into her belly. She loved the feel of him. And the look of him.
His eyes were hooded, more sensual than ever. The look of love and lust mixed together was hot, and she wanted that fire. She found herself so drawn to it that she couldn’t think of anything else but Andre and his hands and mouth. His body. She wanted to put her own hands and mouth all over him. The compulsion was a hunger, a need that grew into a coiling ball of tension and settled wicked, sinful and low in her body.
Teagan ran her palms up his chest, and followed the trail with her tongue. She couldn’t stop touching him, especially in the places that had been wounded. She would have given anything to have a healing agent in her saliva and to be able to turn herself into pure spirit to heal him when he was wounded.
You heal my heart, sivamet. You heal my soul. You are the only woman who can make me whole.
Well. There it was. When you were the only woman in the entire world who could make a man whole, who could heal his heart and heal his soul, you did it. Right? His words were an incandescent shimmer in her mind. Warm. True. She felt his honesty, and she also felt the way his body responded to her touch.
What woman had the kind of power to make a man like Andre come alive? He was beautiful and powerful and so sensual she couldn’t resist him. She couldn’t look away from his blue eyes. He had so many colors of blue there, depending on his mood. This was a new color, a deep, beautiful sea blue.
His hand moved gently over her hair, sweeping over the top of her head in a gentle caress, as if he was memorizing the intricate braid work. He followed the length right down to the end of her ponytail.
There was something about the way he touched her with just a hint of possession that sent tingles down her spine and had butterflies taking flight in her stomach. His head dipped and he kissed her again. A long, slow, heart-stopping kiss that went on forever, and yet it wasn’t enough.
His hands slid down her back, a slow sweep to match the kiss that sent streaks of fire dancing through her body. His hands were big and his fingers were splayed wide. She was very slight and his palms took in her entire back as they slid downward. Then his hands cupped her bottom and it felt incredible.
His mouth moved from hers to her chin. His teeth nipped and his tongue slid over the tiny sting. He placed a series of kisses along her jaw and then trailed more down her neck and over her throat. Her body caught fire. She closed her eyes and let herself drown in the flames.
He took her hand very gently, slid it down his body. Her heart nearly stopped and then began pounding when her palm encountered the heavy length of him. He was hot and hard and his erection jerked against her hand when he wrapped her fingers tight around him. It was scary and wonderful at the same time.
“Um. Andre. I really have never done this before.” She didn’t know if that would make him want to stop. She didn’t want to stop, but she knew it was unusual for a woman of her age to be a virgin. And quite frankly, she was just a little intimidated by his size. He was a big man, and she wasn’t certain he was going to fit. That could be a real problem because she really wanted him to.
“You were made for me, sivamet, my other half. I will be gentle with you.”
His voice turned her heart over, sounding tender and filled with love. Still connected in his mind, she felt his love for her. It made no sense that he could already be so intensely attached to her, but it was there and it was real. She felt his love envelope her, surround and enfold her.
Every lonely place in her mind was already filled with him. She knew she was already gone, drowning in him, in the spell he’d woven around her. His mouth was driving her crazy, moving over her skin almost leisurely, as if he had to take his time to get to know every square inch of her body. As if he were worshiping her, imprinting everything he touched or tasted in his mind to last forever.