He lowered his mouth to her and began again, lips and tongue and fingers and even his teeth driving her crazy.
Four times he brought her to the very edge of orgasm, and four times he stopped, leaving her panting and aching and frantic. It was torture. It was ecstasy. It was driving her crazy. “You’re killing me.”
His lips were wet, and there was little smile on his face, his fingers still inside her, stroking, stretching. “I hope not.”
And then his mouth was on her again.
This time he didn’t stop, climax sweeping her away in a wild rush, the intensity of the pleasure leaving her stunned and breathless.
She lay there, boneless, floating somewhere between heaven and earth.
The sound of a zipper brought her eyes open.
He stood there, shirtless, his erection springing free as he pushed down his slacks and boxers. She sat, scooted up the bed, then lay down against her pillow and reached for him. He lay down beside her and took her into his arms, and for a time he just held her, his erection hot against her hip. “You mean so much to me, Naomi. You will always have a home here with me. Do you hear that?”
It wasn’t “I love you,” but it was close.
“I don’t want to leave you.”
He closed his eyes, pressed his forehead to hers. “You need to meet your family and sort through all of this.”
Then he reached between her thighs and began to stroke her.
Naomi gasped, her hips jerking, her clit almost too sensitive to touch.
He seemed to know that. He took it slow, touching, stroking, teasing, until the fire he’d just put out began to blaze again. He reached for a condom, sheathed himself and settled between her thighs, nudging them farther apart with muscular legs. And then he was inside her.
He held himself off her, his gazed locked with hers, the intimacy of looking into his eyes while he moved in and out of her like nothing she’d ever known. Then he sank into her, his mouth taking hers in a rough kiss, big body enfolding her.
“Naomi.” He quit kissing her long enough to whisper her name, his eyes still open, still looking into hers. “Cante skuye. Sweetheart.”
His rhythm began to build, his breathing rapid now.
Then he held himself still inside her, moving the root of his cock against her clit again and again in slow circles, back and forth until she was out of breath, too.
She reached down, grasped the shifting muscles of his ass with her hands, her nails digging into his skin. “Yes.”
She’d never believed in multiple orgasms, but it hit her suddenly that she was well on her way to her first, the ache inside her already blossoming into bliss.
He ground himself into her, giving her everything she needed.
“Chaska!” She cried out his name as she came, heaven raining down around her, drowning her in pleasure.
He reached down to cup her bottom, driving into her hard and fast now, every muscle in his body tense as he focused on his own climax. At last, he came, finishing with deep, powerful strokes, his body shaking apart in her arms.
Afterward, he held her, stroked her cheek, kissed her, showing her such tenderness that it made her heart ache.
Long after he’d fallen asleep, she lay awake in the dark, thinking.
Chapter 23
Chaska awoketo find Naomi sitting up in bed. She looked like she hadn’t slept, circles beneath her eyes. He sat up, tucked a dark strand of hair behind her ear. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I’ve decided to go to Pine Ridge with Doug next week.”
So, she’d made up her mind.
He ignored the way those words cut through him. “That will make your father happy. It’s good for you to spend time together, to get to know each other, to meet the rest of your family.”