This is it, McBride. Say good-bye.
Fuck that.
He still had tonight.
He lifted her into his arms, some primitive part of him gratified by her surprised little gasp, then carried her the few short feet to the bed, lowered her onto the sheets, and stretched himself out above her. He claimed her mouth with his, kissing her with a desperation he’d never felt before, just being close to her dissolving the blackness that had gathered in his chest.
She came alive beneath him, sliding one hand into his hair, melting into him, her tongue carrying the minty taste of toothpaste into his mouth. And, oh, the girl could kiss. Whether it was her Cajun blood, something she’d learned from Beau, or her own special sensuality, she put her whole body into it, her breasts pressing against his chest, her hips undulating beneath him, her lips, her tongue, her teeth teasing him, defying him, forcing him to take control back from her again and again.
He dragged his mouth off hers, out of breath, his body shaking with the urgent need to be inside her. He took off his shirt, felt Natalie’s hands slide over his bare chest. Then she reached for his zipper. But this was moving too fast. Too fast.
If all he had was tonight, then he was going to make it last.
He caught her wrists, brought her hands to his lips. “Slow down.”
She gave a frustrated, breathless whimper, her lips swollen and wet, her pupils dilated, her hands clenched into fists.
Slowly, his eyes on hers, he drew her arms over her head and pinned them there, the little tremor that ran through her proof that she could handle a little gentle domination—and might even enjoy it.
Just one of the many parts of her you’ll never get to explore, McBride.
He forced her onto her belly, then slid down the bed until his knees were on the floor and her feet were before him. He kissed her toes, pressed his lips to her soles, nibbled his way over her slender ankles. Then, pushing the nightgown up to her hips, he moved on to the silk of her newly shaved legs, kissing and nipping her firm calves, the sensitive skin at the back of her knees, her thighs.
He glanced up, saw that her arms were bent at the elbow and tucked in against her sides, her fingers clenching the sheets.
Just wait, angel.
With both hands, he pushed the nightgown up to her waist, the sweet, clean scent of her skin enticing him. He cupped her bare ass, squeezed, his gaze taking everything in. A man could see a lot from behind—the dimples just above her rounded buttocks, the dark cleft between her bare labia, her rosy inner lips just nudging out, begging him to taste her there. And he would.
But not yet.
Natalie shivered, undone by Zach’s sensual assault, his lips hot against her derriere, her skin unbelievably sensitive as he kissed, nibbled, nipped, and licked her bottom. He bared her body as he went, his hands sliding over her skin, crumpling the soft silk. Goose bumps rose on her skin, spreading as he worked his way up, kissing and tasting her lower back, the curves of her hips, her rib cage, the length of her spine, her nape, the whorls of her ears.
He drew the nightgown over her head, kissing her shoulders, her temples, her hair. Then she felt his fingers begin a long, slow glide back down her spine, finding their way between her buttocks to stroke her labia from behind.
A muscular leg encased in blue jeans nudged its way between her knees, forcing them apart. “I need room to work, angel.”
She felt his gaze on her there, heard him groan, and knew he was aroused by what he saw. Andthataroused her even more. He parted her, one hand caressing her bare bottom, the fingers of the other busy between her thighs, stroking her clitoris, playing with her inner lips, teasing her entrance until she was drenched and aching to be filled. But he seemed to be in no hurry to take the ache away.
She bit the sheets, her lower back arching of its own accord, raising her bottom to give him better access, her body begging him to enter. And then, when she thought she could take it no more, he slid two fingers deep inside her, stroking her, driving her out of her mind.
“You’re so tight and wet.” He whispered to her, his words heightening her arousal. “Your scent—it’s like an aphrodisiac.”
But just as the pleasure inside her began to crest, he stopped, forced her onto her back, and started all over again, kissing his way up her body, tasting, nipping, licking her scorched skin, suckling her nipples, the ache inside her unbearable. She trembled, her body tensing with each new kiss, her nerve endings overwhelmed by sensation.
Then he rose and stood at the foot of the bed, leaving her naked and burning, his gray eyes gone dark. His gaze on hers, he grabbed her ankles and dragged her toward him, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Her heart began to pound, the need to have him buried inside her overriding all else.
But rather than unzipping his pants, he knelt down, draped her calves over his shoulders, and buried his head between her thighs. Then he ran his tongue over her in one long lick. “You taste like heaven.”
Her breath stopped, her entire body tensing, anticipation making her shiver.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.” He lowered his mouth to her and groaned, his clever tongue finding her clitoris, his lips drawing the entire bud into his mouth.
And Natalie was lost.
She gave herself over to him, pleasure coiling deep in her belly as he licked her, nipped her, sucked her labia into his mouth, his fingers working magic inside her. She’d already been on the brink, this new onslaught of sensation pushing her right back to that golden edge. It was sweet, so sweet, hanging on the brink like this, nothing in her world but him and what he made her feel.
Little moans rolled from her throat with each exhalation, her fingers now clenched in his damp hair, her knees drawn back, the need to open herself for him, to give herself to him, instinctual. It felt so good, so incredibly good, pleasure twisting itself tighter and tighter inside her, a tense, shimmering knot. And then it broke.