Page 13 of Catching Captain Nash
Impossible to resist when her hand ventured further and curled around his cock. He’d imagined he couldn’t get any harder, but the touch of Morwenna’s fingers almost sent him shooting out of the bed.
She made a sleepy sound of satisfaction and tightened her grip until he saw stars.
When they’d first met, she’d been sweetly virginal. But she’d soon become a lover whose passion had fueled his fantasies for the past five years. Hell, he wasn’t sure he’d have survived his privations—and nor would his sanity have survived either—if he hadn’t been able to escape into his head to relive their sultry nights.
Her touch was beguilingly clumsy. But before he could ponder what that might mean, she crushed her hot face into his bicep and kissed him.
The subtle movement of her lips on his skin beggared resistance. Her poignant tenderness bypassed all his elaborately constructed defenses, and damn it if he didn’t blink away a tearas he stared into the darkness. Since he’d left her, tenderness had been a cruel absence in his life. He was powerless against it.
With a groan, Robert rolled over and pulled Morwenna under him.
* * *
Morwenna knew she wasn’t dreaming, although in a thousand fantasies since she’d lost him, Robert had seized her in his arms and risen above her in the darkness.
She was half-asleep, but she recognized that the living man was here with her. That this time at last she wouldn’t wake empty and unfulfilled and crying. Sometimes she’d reached such a pitch of need that she’d touched herself to take the edge off her desperation.
Even as she’d shuddered in lonely pleasure, it had been a barren release.
She missed the marital act, but nowhere near as much as she missed her dead husband. The banal touch of her hand where she wanted to feel Robert, hard, vital, ardent, couldn’t satisfy her heart’s cravings.
But this time, Robert’s presence was too solid, the details too physical for her to mistake this as anything but reality. His rich scent, heightened with arousal. The hot weight of his rod in her brazen hold. The rasp of the hairs on his bare legs against her skin as he settled between her thighs.
Her heart was racing. She caught one shallow breath, then another.
He hadn’t spoken, and she, afraid to break the spell binding them, stayed silent, too.
As he positioned himself, she raised her knees on either side of his narrow hips and tilted upward. The dying fire gave enough light for her to catch the gleam of his black eyes. He was staringdown into her face, but she couldn’t begin to guess what he saw. Was he in the grip of a purely animal impulse? She wasn’t sure he was aware of what he did.
Perhaps it was wrong to surrender like this, when they had so much still to resolve. Perhaps for her pride’s sake, she should wait for him to court her again, so he felt she was worth winning.
But sorrow and pride made bad friends. She was overwhelmingly grateful that her husband was alive. If he wanted her, he could have her. However he chose.
Tender. Slow. Quick.
She’d expected swift and rough, but before accepting her unspoken invitation to thrust inside her body, he paused. She curled her arms around his back, holding tight, daring fate to steal him away again. At this moment, she didn’t particularly care if he didn’t love her. As long as he was here and not drowned.
She hadn’t expected any consideration, was so desperate to feel him moving inside her, she didn’t seek it. But he bent his head, and for the first time in five years, her husband kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. Instead, it was a primitive claiming.
She gloried in every heated moment.
His tongue thrust forward, demanding entrance. Shock held her still, until he nipped at her lower lip and on a muffled gasp, she opened. Immediate passion rose. There was no grace in this famished meeting of mouths. Teeth, lips, tongues clashed like a war.
She gave a whimper of helpless pleasure and sucked his tongue deep into her mouth. He tasted like heaven. She angled higher and dug her fingernails into his back.
Kissing her as if he starved, he shoved her nightdress out of the way and thrust his hand between her legs. She’d been wet before she even realized that he meant to take her. When hisfingers found her dripping, he gave a growl of approval against her lips. He was breathing hard, and she felt each unsteady inhalation under her palms.
He stroked her deep, but didn’t linger to bring her to climax. She didn’t care. She was close to coming with his kisses, rough as they were.
He caught her hips with ruthless hands and pushed forward.
She gave a sharp, hard cry. Her unpracticed body contracted with shock. She hadn’t had a man in her bed since Robert had gone away, and she was no longer used to hard masculine invasion.
Robert stopped, and she felt a ripple of sensation run through him. He was shaking. So was she.
Then she felt him tense under her hands until his back felt like warm granite. With a groan that made her ears vibrate, he slid forward until he was fully seated inside her. Her initial discomfort vied with a powerful wave of feminine satisfaction. Her trembling intensified, and every nerve sparked with incandescent sensation. Until the pain was gone, and all she felt was full and complete and possessed.
