“It’s just about dinnertime,” he said, his gaze tracing her features, her arched eyebrows, her long lashes, her slender nose, her full lips. “We could drive to Nepenthe and eat some world-class food.”
She smiled the seductive smile that always turned him inside out. “I’m not hungry for food right now.” She looped her arms around his neck. “I’m ravenous for your hands on me.”
He loved that she wasn’t afraid to say what she wanted. He loved that no matter what she’d said earlier about sometimes feeling scared, the honest truth was that she wasn’t afraid of anything.
Bending to her throat, he tasted her salty skin. “I’m hungry to taste every inch of you.”
She laughed softly, the sound vibrating against him. “It was all I could think about hiking up the mountain.” She grinned wickedly. “And all the way down too.”
He wanted to take his time, wanted to give her pleasure a thousand times over. He pulled her T-shirt from her jeans, slipping his fingers beneath the material and slowly pulling it up, his fingers skimming across her skin.
Closing her eyes, she tipped her head back. “Catalina was so delicious. I loved how fast it was, how crazy, how wild.” She looked at him again, capturing him completely with her gaze. “But I loved the hours and hours we had on your plane too.”
As she opened herself up to him again, his heart beat harder, his blood geysering through his veins. He loved that she was telling him what she liked.
And that she trusted him to give it to her.
“Fast and hard on Catalina really was amazing, wasn’t it?” He skimmed her breast through her lacy bra.
She sucked in a breath in blissful reaction to his touch. “I couldn’t stop thinking about taking you hard and fast in the woods while we walked down the mountain.”
Her words—and the visions that went with them—were an exquisite turn-on, close to torture.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he said, barely finding his next breath.
Gaze locked on his, she slipped her hand between them, cupped his erection. “Yes.”
He couldn’t wait another moment to get her naked. Moving fast, he stripped her shirt over her head and popped the clasp of her bra, losing his breath all over again at the sight of her gorgeous breasts. He unzipped her jeans and shoved them to the floor, leaving her standing before him in only her panties.
Her grace and splendor made his heart stop for several beats.
“You are so beautiful.” He couldn’t hide the reverence in his voice.
Wonderfully comfortable with her near nudity, she stepped away from him, then sat on the bed and leaned back on her elbows like a goddess waiting to be painted.
“Get naked for me, Cal,” she whispered.
God, he loved hearing his name on her lips. With her eyes locked on him, he stripped down to his boxer briefs. The atmosphere was sultry, heavy with the heat of her gaze on his skin.
She crooked a finger. “Come here.”
He moved between her legs, spreading them, as she trailed one finger down the hard length of him through the cotton.
“I want you so much, Lyssa,” he murmured.
“I want you more.”
She caressed him with her palm, sending a jolt of electricity through him. Swiftly as a cat, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down, leaning forward until her face was so close, he could feel her breath on his hips.
He twitched with need.
Every time with her was unique, bringing out fresh emotions and never-before-experienced sensations. He shrugged off his briefs a beat before she licked him like a lollipop, up one side, down the other.
He groaned, answering the instinctive call to haul her higher onto the bed, then crawl over her on his hands and knees.
He took her lips, kissing her deeply, his tongue melding with hers. When they were both breathing hard, he worked his way down—her chin, her throat, her breasts, her belly.
His heart swelled with the knowledge that their child nestled right here. He lavished her skin with attention, tasting, teasing. Until finally she put her hands on his shoulders and begged, “Please.”
He gave her what she wanted, falling between her legs, burying his face against her, savoring her. She was the sweetest ambrosia, the most decadent wine. Her skin heated, a flush spreading over her, her belly quivering, her breath fast, her fingers fisting in the comforter. Her eyes closed, and she was lost to sensation.
Entering her with two fingers, he grazed that perfect spot inside. She cried out, her body bucking as she tossed her head on the pillow. Her hair flung over her face as, with his fingers and mouth, he rode out her quakes, her spasms, her contractions, drank in the glorious sounds she made.
When she finally collapsed on the bed, he crawled up her body, taking her mouth again. Her arms went around him, holding tight. He was desperate to be inside her, but even more, he wanted her to ride the edge for long, exquisite minutes before he took his pleasure.
He pulled the comforter from beneath her, shoving it to the bottom of the bed. They lay against the crisp, cool sheets, their bodies overheated, as he took her breasts with his mouth, sliding his fingers down her body to find her core. It seemed to take only a few moments before she hit the peak again, thrashing against him.
He loved her cries. He loved that she lost herself, riding the pleasure he gave her for all it was worth. He loved that when she was with him, she had no inhibitions.
He loved her.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Take me, Cal. All of me.”
They needed no protection, not when she was already pregnant with their child. And when he moved inside her, skin on skin, with nothing between them?
There was nothing like it in the world. Nothing so good. Nothing so sweet. Nothing so perfect.
Only this.
Only Cal.
Lyssa felt as if she were in another dimension. Cal’s movements were slow, almost agonizing, yet so perfect. She wanted it faster, wanted him to pound into her, and yet his measured thrusts seemed to touch everything inside her like nothing ever had before. The sensations turned her mindless, stole her breath, quickened her heartbeat.
When he held her face in his hands, she opened her eyes, and he nipped at her lip, shooting a jolt of hot pleasure through her.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. If he stopped, she’d die.
“I’ll never stop.”
There was meaning in the word never that she wasn’t ready for, not yet. All she could focus on was the beauty of his features as he brought her such pleasure. His pupils were wide, his eyes almost taken over by the black. She felt herself falling into their depths, felt his heat surrounding her, his strength taking her over.
An ocean of sensation built, bigger, harder, higher, until she detonated from the inside out. Her body clenched around him, her cries wrenched from her, and then—finally—he took her hard and fast. She loved his weight and the power of his body as he slammed into her.
She gripped his face between her hands and demanded, “Come with me.”
His arms shuddered, his body quaked, and he throbbed inside her, his eyes on hers until the very last moment when he closed his lids, threw back his head, groaned from deep, deep down, and shook with the force of his pleasure, taking her over the edge with him.