“I’m going to finish undressing you now,” he whispered against her lips.
When she nodded, his fingers made fast work of the snap on her shorts. The zipper went even quicker. Two seconds later, her shorts along with her panties lay in a mound of material at her feet.
He lifted her away from her clothes, and then pulled her tight against him until they touched everywhere. Breast to chest. Thigh to thigh. But most importantly, skin to skin.
It was the most amazing, most fantastically carnal thing ever. Where he was hard and hot, she was soft and warm. And she fitted against him so perfectly. It was almost like she’d been made for this. Made for tucking in tight against him.
Made for him.
The temptation of her skin was too much. When he ran his hands over her shoulders, down her sides, grazing the sides of her breasts along the way and feeling goose bumps rise to the surface everywhere his fingertips touched, he realized his imagination hadn’t done her justice.
She was so much softer.
So much silkier.
So, so much sexier than he’d ever imagined.
“Your hands feel so good on me,” she gasped into his mouth. “Don’t stop touching me.”
“Never,” he promised, palming her ass at the same time he kissed his way to her ear.
Hot damn! He’d fantasized about her round, firm backside. Despite having a petite frame, the woman had an ass like no other. Looking at it turned him on so much.
But feeling it? That was even better.
It was round and firm, and overflowed his hands, making him so damn lustful that he found himself grinding his erection into the lower curve of her warm belly even as he laved and sucked her earlobe, stopping briefly to dip his tongue into the tiny hollow.
“That feels so good. You feel so good,” she whispered, hooking her heel behind his leg to better align their bodies.
Her aim was spot-fucking-on.
Suddenly, his throbbing shaft rested between her delicate folds.
His hips flexed of their own accord, dragging the head of his dick across her swollen clitoris. They both hissed at the jolt of red-hot pleasure.
It would be so easy, he thought as his breaths strangled in his chest. One thrust and I could be inside her.
But no. No!
He had a plan, damnit! A fantasy that, for months, he’d been reliving over and over inside his head. A dream to make their first time together perfect. Or, if it couldn’t be perfect, make it so good that fifty years in the future, she’d look back on this moment and think, That was the best I ever had. He was the best I ever had.
“Mia.” His voice was so hoarse he barely recognized it as his own. “I want to look at you. Please, let me look at you.”
She whimpered. “Just...keep doing what you’re doing. Don’t ruin it.”
Her words were arrows straight to his heart. Since she’d already melted the steel he’d encased around the organ, they easily pierced it.
If he ever met Jane Ennis, it would take every ounce of restraint he possessed not to strangle the woman.
“Oh, cariña.” He pressed his lips tight against her imminently kissable ear. “Looking at you won’t ruin anything. Looking at you will only make it better.”
Before she could protest, he stepped from the circle of her arms.
“Just as I thought.” His words came out a low grumble since his vocal cords were raw with lust. “You’re beautiful.” When she tried to drop her chin, he caught it with his finger and forced her to hold his gaze. “And I’m going to prove it to you. I’m going to wipe the disbelief from your expression. Starting now.”
Before she could protest, he ran a reverent finger over her clavicle. “Your skin is flawless.” He leaned down to drop a kiss on the delicate bone. “So creamy and smooth and sweet smelling. And your breasts?” He cupped one small, round globe in his hand, plumping it. “So soft and pretty and topped with the most fascinating little nipples. I thought they would be a delicate pink. But they’re a dusty-rose color. And...” He passed his thumb over the crest, watching it furl into a tight bud. She sucked in a ragged. “They’re so responsive.”
“I want your mouth on me,” she whispered. “Please. I need to feel your mouth on me.”
Apparently, the one place Mia wasn’t reticent was the bedroom. And that suited Romeo just fine. Better than fine. He liked a woman who knew what she wanted and didn’t hesitate to ask for it.
“I’m going to put my mouth all over you,” he vowed, delicately tracing the little tattoo inked beneath her left breast.
Mia had always worn wetsuits or one-pieces, so this was the first time he was seeing it. It was sweet, two honeybees, and he knew it must mean something. But he was too desperate to fill his mouth with her flesh and couldn’t be bothered to fill it with words to ask her about her ink’s significance.
Wrapping an arm around her back, he pressed her over it so that he could suck her nipple into his mouth. She became a supplicant in his embrace, going boneless, her head falling back as she tunneled her fingers through his hair.
He used his tongue to press the tip of her breast to the roof of his mouth. Then he flicked it back and forth and listened, gratified, as she mewled her ecstasy.
For long minutes, he enumerated the glory of her individual parts. The tiny turn of her waist. The perfect oval of her belly button that he’d been sporadically fantasizing about ever since sneaking a peek at it while inside the plane. The delicious flare of her hips. The long, smooth expanse of her thighs.
He touched every body part he praised, either a gentle brush of his fingertips or a firm grip that told her how hungry she made him. He rubbed his goatee over every part of her too, because she seemed to like that, like the rasp of his whiskers across her sensitive skin. And you can be certain he kissed every part. Laved it with his tongue. Sucked it between his lips. Nipped it with his teeth.
By the time he was left with the part of her he’d been longing to taste since the first time he saw her sitting primly on her little daybed on the screened porch back on Wayfarer, he was so gluttonous for her, he barely refrained from tossing her onto the sand and burying his head between her thighs.
No finesse.
No subtlety.
Just a raw, ravenous feasting on her most intimate flesh.
Instead, he knelt in front of her and whispered, “And this part of you?” He softly rubbed his thumb through the tiny triangle of auburn hair at the top of her plump sex. “It’s so perfect. Swollen and wet and everything a man dreams of when he dreams of a woman who wants him.”