She lifted a brow. “Not yet?”
“No. There’s something I need to...”
“To what?” she asked when it was apparent that he’d lost his train of thought.
He needed to taste her as much as he needed to breathe.
“Redford?”
He met her gaze. The heat sizzling between them totally consumed him. Instead of answering her, he leaned forward, clutched her hips. Like a greedy man wholly ravenous for his next meal, he began kissing her all over her belly and lavishing licks around her navel. When she grabbed hold of his shoulders, the touch sent him spiraling over the edge.
His mouth inched downward from her belly to the juncture of her thighs. His target was the core of her femininity, and unadulterated desire ripped through him. Unable to hold back or keep himself in check any longer, he planted his mouth right at her center.
His tongue slid through the hot wetness of her feminine folds. Unable to help himself, he tightened his hold on her hips and drove his tongue deeper, stroking his tongue inside of her.
From the way her fingers dug into his shoulder blades and her deep moans, she was already there. But he wanted her totally consumed, like he was. With a greed he didn’t know he possessed, his tongue delved even deeper. He stroked her clit faster. She was so hot he could taste her heat.
Driven by a need to make her even hotter, he began using circular motions with his tongue. This was only the beginning.
Carmen was convinced Redford was trying to kill her. She had lost the little control she’d had the moment he removed her dress and slid her panties down her legs. But nothing compared to the moment he’d slid his tongue inside her and began making love to her with his mouth.
She had read about it and heard about it, but to experience the real thing was sending her up in flames. First it was kisses and now this. She was convinced his tongue was a weapon of mass gratification. When torrid sensations ripped through her, she screamed, unable to hold back any longer. Her body exploded into what she knew was her very first orgasm.
It was everything she’d dreamed it would be with the man giving it to her. The intensity was so great she tried pushing him away one instant and then digging hard into his shoulders to keep his mouth latched to her the next. It was only when her screams ended, and her shivers subsided, that he got off his knees and swept her into his arms. She was glad because her knees were about to give out on her.
He placed her on the bed, and she gazed at him through glazed eyes, watching him unzip his pants and slide them down a pair of masculine thighs. His briefs followed and when he stood there naked her gaze automatically went to his middle.
The sight of his large, thick shaft nearly overwhelmed her, and she felt her satisfied body become needy again. What on earth was wrong with her? She needed to focus but the only thing her mind wanted to concentrate on was him. When he’d sheathed himself in a condom and moved toward the bed, she leaned up, ready for him.
He joined her and pulled her into his arms. The only thing that mattered was that the man she loved was about to make her his. When he positioned his body over hers, she gazed up at him, awed by the look in his eyes. Tonight would be the beginning of what she knew would be a wonderful relationship. She would heal whatever pain he’d endured, whatever had driven him to act the part of a heartbreaker. He would see that all women weren’t the same.
When she felt him sliding his hard erection into her, she adjusted her body as it became difficult for him to continue. She knew the moment he realized why. Before he could say anything, she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his mouth down on hers.
She began kissing him the way he’d been kissing her. The tension she felt within him eased away under the onslaught of her mouth. He took over the kiss and their mouths mated with the frenzy of earlier. It wasn’t long before he pushed through the barrier and began thrusting inside of her. Slowly at first but then her inner muscles began clenching him tight, harder and faster.
She felt no pain. The two years waiting for him had been worth it. Hopefully, he felt the same. Over the coming years she would show him that a soulmate was far better than a sex mate could ever be.
She stopped thinking when he began licking around her mouth, corner to corner, while he continued to thrust hard inside of her. “I can’t get enough of you, Carmen.”
That admission further thrilled her heart and then, simultaneously, their bodies exploded together. She screamed, and he threw his head back and hollered out her name. It was like an orgasmic volcano had erupted and they were caught up in the aftermath. She felt submerged in pleasure so profound that after her screams ended, she chanted his name over and over again.
Their bodies were still shuddering, and the magnitude triggered another orgasm, then another. Outside the cottage, Denver, Colorado, steadfastly felt the impact of the storm. Inside the cottage, Carmen experienced the impact of profound, unadulterated pleasure in Redford’s arms.
Chapter Seven
It was no longer storming outside. The storm inside had ended as well. Redford glanced down at the woman sleeping peacefully beside him and, even now, heat spread low in his belly, indicating he was getting aroused all over again.
Carmen Golan was unlike any other woman he’d ever known, any other woman he’d made love to. Never in his life had he experienced multiple orgasms. Yet with Carmen, by the time one earth-shattering, apocalyptic climax had ended, another was right there, slamming into his body so powerfully he was still experiencing aftershocks.
When had he become such a greedy ass where a woman was concerned? Each orgasm had simmered in his balls, quivered in his stomach and thrilled at the base of his spine. Even now pleasure was washing over him, seeming to be absorbed in his skin along with her scent.
And she had been a virgin.
The reminder of that had him sitting straight up in bed. The movement so sudden, he’d nearly awakened Carmen, whose legs were entwined with his. Other than shifting in her sleep, she continued to doze peacefully.
The thought of her virginal state assaulted his senses. Never in his life had he made love to a virgin...other than Candy. At least Candy had claimed to be one. However, after her stunt with Sherman Sharpe, he’d been convinced he’d been played.
There was no doubt in his mind it had been the real deal with Carmen. He had felt the barrier, had pushed through it even when his mind warned him not to do so. He’d seen that flash of pain in her eyes before it was replaced by pleasure—a pleasure that kept coming and coming and nearly consumed them both.