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Chapter 24
Raj was very still for a long moment after hearing that statement. Helen had been celibate for five years? How the hell was that even possible? Didn’t the human body need sex?
But then the implications of what that meant sank in. She hadn’t had sex in five years. Not since being with…him!
The control he’d been maintaining for the past twenty-four hours, the determination to create an intellectual connection before jumping back into bed with Helen, it all went right out the window.
With a groan, Raj’s fingers dove into Helen’s hair, pulling her closer so he could kiss her. As soon as their lips met, the desire that had been temporarily banked exploded into a wild fire. Raj stood up and carried her down the hallway, holding her under her hips while she wrapped her legs around his waist. When he finally had her behind closed doors, he laid her on the bed and stood up.
“Take off your clothes,” he rasped out, already stripping off his own. Fabric went flying and he didn’t care where anything landed. Helen took a little longer to get naked, but when she finally started moving, he couldn’t think as her pale, perfect skin was revealed to him.
He didn’t notice the small, silvery lines on her hips or thighs. He noticed her perfect, pink tipped breasts and her smooth, soft stomach.
When he came down over her, he spread her legs so that he could see and touch every inch of her. He wanted no barriersbetween them, just as it had been the last time they’d come together.
“It’s been so long,” he groaned as he stroked her thigh with one hand, while bracing himself over her with the other.
“I agree,” she whispered, her hands sliding up his arms and shoulders, before weaving into his hair, teasing his earlobes with her thumbs while her other fingers drove him mad.
“I love the way you touch me,” he murmured against her lips before kissing her again. This was a soul drugging, mind-altering kiss. He wanted her to be just as desperate as he was. He kissed his way along her jaw, nipping at her throat and, when she grabbed his head to stop the teasing, their tongues mated, a precursor to their bodies doing the same.
“Raj, don’t tease me!” she whispered, her hips rolling against his as her hands slid down his waist to grip his hips, pulling him closer. The entire evening had been foreplay so she was more than ready for him.
“I need you,” he hissed.
“Now!” she demanded. “We can enjoy the process later. But right now, I need you–”
He left her and Helen let out a whimper. But with his last brain cell, Raj remembered protection and grabbed a foil packet from the bedside table. He didn’t hesitate in rolling the protection down over his shaft, then hurried back to her. When her hands were once again exploring his skin, he nearly sighed with relief. But that was before Helen shifted slightly and he felt the heat of her core brush against his shaft. It was too much.
Rolling them over, he pinned her to the bed, lacing their fingers together over her head as he nudged her legs wider. “Helen…!”
Raj muttered endearments under his breath as he thrust into her, gently at first, then with increasing urgency. Every stroke of his shaft within her tight, hot sheath was like coming home. She lifted her hips entreatingly, taking all of him with every thrust. Higher and higher, he felt her body quiver and shifted his hips, remembering how she liked a specific angle. And suddenly, before he thought she was ready, her body shuddered with her first orgasm and she screamed his name.
It was so hot, so beautiful, and Raj had needed her for so damn long, the pleasure overwhelmed him completely. Even though he wanted to give her another climax, his control slipped as the pleasure hit him hard. He groaned, pressing his face against her neck as his body shuddered with the intensity of his climax.
When it was all over, he collapsed against her, trying to remember how to breathe.
Chapter 25
Helen wondered if this was what experiencing a tornado was like. A lovely, amazingly beautiful tornado. That had been fast and hard, but maybe also the longest round of foreplay they’d ever enjoyed. The Twister game earlier, the slight touches, the nearness of him not to mention the scent of Raj wrapping around her as they reached for the dots, had aroused her to the point where…this had happened.
Helen was absently stroking Raj’s back, unaware of the dreamy smile on her features. But he pulled away abruptly. Giving her a soft kiss, Raj went to the bathroom. She heard the water running but he didn’t bother to turn on the light.
She propped herself up on her elbows, wondering what he was doing and…if she should leave? Should she head back to the bedroom she’d slept in last night?
Before she could decide, Raj returned. He was…magnificent. The way his muscles rippled made her mouth go dry even though her body was still humming from the very intense climax only a few moments ago.
Helen was still debating the wisdom of staying when he reached for her.
“You’re thinking,” he commented teasingly, his voice deep and husky. “You should stop that.” That’s when she realized something. He was fully erect again. As Raj pulled her into his arms, kissing her sweetly, she smiled. This wasn’t over, she realized with a burst of happiness. It was all just temporary,she reminded herself, as she pressed closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Their kisses were slow and teasing, both luxuriating in the taste and sensation of their lips together again after so long. His hands slid over her skin making Helen gasp and squirm, such as when his hand cupped her breast. Or when his thumb slid gently over her nipple. Her reaction definitely wasn’t casual!
With every stroke of his thumb, her body ached to have him inside of her again. But Helen knew from years ago that Raj was a slow, determined lover. He liked touching, kissing, and doing wicked, imaginative things with his mouth. She shivered in anticipation.
Carefully, Raj pulled his mouth from hers, moving to her neck and she moaned as he found that sensitive spot right behind her ear. When he nipped her ear, she laughed, then jerked with surprise when his thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple, sending lightning bolts of need straight to that aching nub that had so recently been satisfied.
Since Helen hadn’t been sexually active for the past five years, on the nights when she didn’t have to work after Angela fell asleep, she’d become a voracious reader.
