“Jurid,” she moaned, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
He realized what was happening and stopped in the hallway, pressing her up against the wall as he kissed her. “Don’t you dare climax yet,” he warned her when he lifted his head, his eyes hot with desire as he glared down at her.
“No,” she replied, her lips soft, her body aching for something she couldn’t quite define. She bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to stop her body’s response. But it was difficult!
“Tamara!” he growled in her ear, nipping again at her earlobe. “Damn it, we need a bed!” and he carried her the rest of the way, kicking the door closed when they finally reached the master bedroom.
“Now we finish this!” he pulled her tee shirt over her head and tossed it away. “You’re beautiful!” His hands moved up her slender ribcage, then higher, his fingers cupping her breasts. “I want you naked, Tamara!” His fingers deftly moved to her leggings, sliding them down her legs. “I like this,” he said tracing the edge of lavender lace with a finger. “If I’d known that you were wearing something like this all day today, we probably would have been here hours ago.”
Tamara stared up at him, not sure what to do. She wanted to cry that he wasn’t being very fair, but her lips couldn’t form the words. Her tongue felt thick and heavy, her body tense and burning for his touch.
He caressed her breasts, tweaking her nipples through the lace of her bra and she closed her eyes, gasping at the shocking intensity. “I can’t…!” she gasped, her hips rolling against the bed. “I need…something!” she cried. “Harder! Please!” she sobbed, lifting her hands to cover his as his thumb rubbed against her nipples. Completely unconcerned with inhibitions now, she grabbed his other hand, placing it over her other breast. When his fingers teased that sensitized nipple as well, she arched against him, her hips pulsing against nothingness. It wasn’t working!
“Make it stop!” she yelled. “Make it go away!”
“I’ll get you there,” he promised, then stood up and stripped off his clothes. It took him moments and he might have ripped his shirt, but Jurid didn’t care. Not even a little. The woman on his bed looked like a goddess and all of his attention was focused on her, on making her feel good. She didn’t understand and her innocence, combined wither innate sensuality, was driving him wild. Never had he felt this level of urgency. Never had he needed to fulfill a woman’s needs like this. He’d always taken care of the women in his bed, but none had ever made that need more imperative than Tamara.
He grabbed a condom and rolled it down over his erection, even more turned on when she watched him, licking her lips, her eyes wide and her nipples hard and pointed. He hadn’t even tasted those nipples, but he suspected that if he touched them again, she would splinter apart. He wanted to be buried deep inside of her when that happened.
“Lift your legs, Tamara,” he ordered with a guttural voice that he didn’t recognize. But at this point, he just needed to have her, to feel her tighten around his shaft. With one hand, he let his fingers drift down over the skin of her stomach. When he reached the lace of her panties, he tried to be gentle, but the torment of her gasps at his touch plus the feel of her satiny skin was too much. The material tore and he vaguely promised to take her shopping for more lingerie tomorrow. Then there would be more bits of lace that he could tear off her gorgeous body.
His finger moved lower, his eyes trailing along the same path and he pressed her legs wider, looking down at her glistening pink folds. When he slid one finger into her heat, she moaned and Jurid looked up, watching her pretty white teeth bite down on her lip again. He’d seen her do that earlier today but the gesture was so much more now. More intense, more erotic, more telling of where she was.
When her hips rocked against his hand and her inner muscles tightened around his finger, that was the end of his control. Pulling away, she sobbed at the lack of his touch, but he quickly moved into place, pressing his hips against her knees and spreading her legs to make room for him.
As he pressed slowly into her heat, he had to close his eyes against the temptation to thrust into her more quickly. She was so tight, so close to the edge, and he wanted to feel all of her, every reaction to his presence here.
“Relax, love,” he groaned when he felt her body around him. “Just relax and…” he came to the barrier and almost lost control. She was a virgin?! How was that possible?
At this moment, he didn’t have the capacity to figure this out. But he pressed in deeper, taking her inch by inch to ensure that he didn’t hurt her. When he was fully embedded inside of her, he stilled, cherishing the moment as he looked down at her.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have the time to savor the moment for very long. She was so damn tight and she kept doing that rocking thing with her hips, pressing herself against him. Slowly, watching her face for signs that he was hurting her, he pulled out, then pressed into her heat. Again and again, he thrust into her, trying to be slow and gentle. But the way she cried out with each thrust, he couldn’t slow down. When he felt her body shudder with her first release, he couldn’t hold back. His movements were hard and fast and he pulled her into his arms in a last ditch effort not to hurt her.
Over and over, he thrust into her, feeling her climax again and then it was over for him. He couldn’t hold back and he relished the white-hot release as his body emptied into hers.
For a long time, he simply stayed like that, enjoying the heat of her body so close. Their breathing slowed, but he still didn’t move. Finally, he lifted his head and looked down into her eyes. Then, because she looked so perfectly sated, he lowered his head and kissed her lips softly, gently. Over and over until she responded.
With a sigh, her arms fell from around his neck and she smiled as he pulled away from her. Jurid went into the bathroom and cleaned up, but hurried back to the bed, pulling her into his arms. When she snuggled up against him, Jurid knew that Princess Tamara was the woman he wanted in his life forever.
Chapter 3
The room was hot!
Tamara woke up in stages, her mind slowly sifting through the issues. First of all, the room was incredibly hot. There was more light in the room than there should be because she always closed the curtains to her bedroom. The mattress was more comfortable for some reason and…why did she ache in odd places?
But since she was still struggling to open her eyes, her mind wasn’t really in top form. Muddled messages were starting to filter into her mind, but they didn’t make sense.
And she was really hot! Her feet were cold, but her back was too warm. Shifting, she tried to cool off but…!
The heavy arm around her waist did the trick! Tamara gasped as her eyes whipped open and she looked around, not moving her head in any way for fear that…!
Arm. Heat. Wrong bedroom. Open curtains.
Oh, this was bad!
“Stop thinking,” Jurid’s deep voice grumbled from behind her, then his hand slid higher along her stomach, heading towards her breasts. Quickly, she grabbed his wrist, holding his hand away from her nakedness. If there was one thing she’d learned last night, it was that Jurid’s hand moving towards her breast meant that the whole whirlwind would start all over again.