Lifting his mouth from hers, he stared down at the woman who had taken over his life and his heart and felt himself shuddering, his body racked with emotions too profound to put a name to.
Silently, he took her hand and led her into the bedroom where he slowly undressed her. Indigo stood there as he bared her flesh and kissed her exposed skin. When he was down to her panties, he took her hand and led her up the steps. Pushing her gently down on the bed, he bent to remove her loafers. Indigo's heart slammed against her ribs as he lifted one foot and trailed his fingers over her calf.
She knew what he was about. He had a technique, one he employed every now and then. Their lovemaking would either be swift and brutal, with them tearing at each other's clothing, or slow, like now, when he decided to take his time. Her body trembled in anticipation and dread. This technique was designed to drive her insane.
His mouth followed his fingers and had her arching her back as he nipped at her skin with his teeth and soothed it with his tongue. When he slid between her thighs, she curled her fingers in the sheets. With his eyes holding hers, he slowly kneaded the muscles of her thighs, massaging the skin until he was working his way upward. He did not take off her panties as she expected. Her eyes widened when he ducked his head and kissed her sex through the transparent lace.
"Brant."
"Shh." His tongue found the protruding flesh and kissed it, tugging it between his teeth. Desire erupted and tore through her body like teeth.
"Brant." His name became a song. "Brant." Then a whisper as her fingers slid through his dense hair. "Brant." A cry when he eased the material to the side and used his tongue in a very inventive way. "Brant." A whimper that became a scream when his tongue darted into her wet warmth. The climax was immediate and explosive and had her clutching his hair, her body vibrating.
Staggering to his feet, he tore off his clothes and tossed them to the side and could barely manage to kick off his tennis shoes.
He was throbbing and aching. But he was not through with her yet. Pushing her back on the pillows, he started with her lobes, his tongue tracing the outline of her ears before moving down to ravage her throat. Her body was still in shock, not yet recovered from the shattering climax. He teased and suckled her nipples until she was begging him to take her. He spent time on her stomach, lovingly kissing the mound. His emotions spilled over as he cradled the shape of his baby growing inside her.
His hand slipped between them to cover her sex, fingers dipping into her warmth. His eyes met hers, face taut with passion as he stroked her.
"Tell me you want me," he demanded harshly.
Her body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and she was almost delirious.
"I want you. Please-"
"Tell me you love me." He drove in deeper, increasing the thrusts. He knew he was being perverse, but he wanted to punish her for making him feel so much, for making him so helpless around her. "Tell me!"
"I love you!" Her cries echoed around the room as another climax claimed her. Tears trickled down her cheeks, her body surging toward his fingers.
Satisfied that he had her where he wanted her, he moved her onto her side and positioned her so that he could enter her from behind. His arms wrapped around her thickened waist, fingers splayed possessively over the bump. She sheathed him, pulling him in until he was deep inside her. He moved then, his mouth nuzzling her neck and then demanding her lips. The kiss drugged her. With his body thrusting into her, she lost all sense of time and place and could only feel him, taste him.
"Take more," he whispered against her mouth.
"I can't," she admitted brokenly.
"Take more." Making sure she did, he increased the pace and had her exploding again. He was right behind her, his hand drifting between her thighs and teasing the swollen flesh. She came again, her body pressing back against his as she rode the wave of the earth-shattering orgasm.
He poured himself into her, his heart racing. Sinking his teeth into the back of her neck, he sucked the flesh into his mouth and sent an electric jolt straight to her soul.
He was destroyed. Brant knew he shouldn't be amazed by what she was able to pour out of him, but each time he was. She reached his very soul and that was what was so confounding. He had never met anyone like her in his entire life and there had been a lot of women.
She stirred, bringing him back from his reverie.
Lifting her hand, she twined her fingers through his and simply held on, tight.
"Was this convincing enough?" He found the strength to speak, even though the words were lodged inside his throat.
"Yes." Her own voice was a mere whisper. "I cannot believe this is real. It doesn't seem real to feel like this. To love like this."
"Believe it," he responded gruffly, forgetting for a moment that he had been thinking the same thing. "I am completely and utterly in love with you. There's no room for another woman in my life." He kissed the side of her neck, disturbed to realize that in his extreme ardor, he had broken the skin. "Christ! I need to put something on this."
"It doesn't hurt," she assured him. "And I love the fact that you branded me. Makes me feel like cattle."
He chuckled wryly, loving the fact that her wicked sense of humor was back.
"What you do to me. No more nonsense?"
Twisting her head around, she met his tawny gaze and nodded. "Aside from the usual? No. I hear the craving can be crazy. Hope you're prepared."