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“Thank you,” he said with a fervor that she couldn’t doubt he meant, however bizarre this activity seemed.
He caught her knees and held her legs apart. He began to kiss her. When his tongue teased that mysterious place that turned her blood to fire, she bit back a moan. She dug her hands into the rumpled sheet, as another bolt of searing response sizzled through her.
The scrape of teeth had her moving under his mouth. Not away, but closer. He responded with a murmur of encouragement.
Soon the onslaught of cascading reaction was continuous, like being suspended in the middle of a storm. A return of that surging wave that lifted her up to bliss. She raised her hips, and one hand raked through his hair in an unsteady caress that was a silent plea to continue.
He concentrated on that sensitive place, until she panted for air. Surely she must detonate into flaming embers. Then on a husky cry, Juliet abandoned herself once more to the heights of rapture.
Every muscle in her body convulsed, as he shifted up to kiss her on the mouth. The salty flavor of his lips hinted at the taste of her body. The thought was thrilling. Even more thrilling, the irresistible spasms had barely subsided when she felt a hard, seeking pressure between her legs.
“Yes, oh, yes,” she sighed. She kissed Lucas with all the excruciating longing in her heart as he pushed forward.
Chapter 22
This time, Evesham slid into Juliet’s body as smoothly as if she’d been created to take him. The eager grip of her muscles threatened to blow his head off.
After he filled her to the hilt, he paused to bask in the extraordinary connection. There was physical pleasure. More than he could remember finding with a woman. Yet somehow with Juliet, an act that he’d always enjoyed before became…more.
She tightened her arms around him, as if she never wanted to let him go. With a long, luxuriant sigh, she bowed up toward him.
“That’s lovely,” she murmured, kissing him with a quick passion that sent another jolt of heat flaring through him.
For a long moment, he rested in the radiant closeness. Taking her virginity had been an unforgettable moment. He’d imagined that might be the greatest experience this world could offer. But lying here inside Juliet and knowing that nothing could separate them was even better.
This felt like coming home after a long and dangerous journey. For nine years, he hadn’t had a home. If he was truthful, he hadn’t had much of a home before that. Now Juliet became his home. His meaningless wanderings ended at this instant, when she accepted him as her lover.
Evesham closed his eyes and buried his head in the curve of her shoulder. The very air that he breathed turned into Juliet. Warm, aroused woman. A trace of lemon soap from her wash. He and this woman were bonded in a way that reached beyond the carnal into something that felt like transcendence.
But the carnal exerted its demands, too. And the carnal was miraculous.
With an incoherent sound that expressed pleasure and encouragement, she wriggled down in the bed. Her hands fondled his back before sliding lower to caress his buttocks. On a muffled groan, he pulled back, then pushed forward again to discover that same shattering welcome.
Her body still clenched and released from the mighty climax that she’d enjoyed when he’d used his mouth on her. He knew that letting him kiss her between the legs had been a gesture of trust. Hell, everything she did with him today was a huge act of trust.
She yielded so sweetly. No hint of reluctance. No hint of fear.
His heart brimming with thankfulness, he started to move with more purpose. Even while he regretted breaking that wordless communion as he poised deep inside her. When her body had made vows in silence that he doubted she’d ever speak aloud.
But yielding to his male impulses provided its own joy, especially when she gave a luscious little murmur and angled to meet his every thrust.
“Do that again,” he grated out, as he withdrew.
She’d kept her eyes shut, as if allowing her other senses to feast on this unfolding pleasure. When she lifted heavy eyelids, he stared down into smoky blue irises with dilated pupils. She looked as if she drifted in a world beyond the everyday. “Do what?”
“You squeezed me. I like it.”
More than liked it. The sensation of her muscles contracting in an intimate embrace had set off fireworks.
She suited her actions to her words. “Like this?”
“Hell, yes.”
He bent to kiss her with a rough enthusiasm that somehow still retained traces of tenderness. Her body clasped him so tight that he felt ready to burst into flame.
Evesham rose on his elbows and increased the pace. His balls throbbed for release, but he wanted Juliet to find her peak first.
She kept her gaze fixed on his, so he watched her eyes widen and turn glassy as she approached her climax. Her lips parted with a struggle for breath, each exhalation emerging on a sigh of yearning.
