Page 34 of Moonstone Angel
She smiled as she helped him off with his shirt and gave a little squeal when he lifted her into his arms and set her on the bed. He quickly removed all but his breeches, then eased the shift off her body and settled over her. “You’re so beautiful, Cara. I knew you would be.”
He spoke no more as he went about the business of properly making her his wife. As for herself, she did not know what she was supposed to do but quickly realized allowing him to see her pleasure, to set herself free to respond to his touch, was all he was asking of her.
She liked that her pleasure also heightened his.
In truth, she could not contain it anyway. The touch of his lips and the stroke of his fingers, the flick of his tongue in her most intimate places soon had her in a fiery state of mindlessness.
She tried to be quiet, but moans escaped her lips so that he had to cover her cries by kissing her deeply on the mouth. Those kisses also aroused her, possessed and conquered her. They were fierce and at the same time achingly gentle so that she was beyond thinking when he finally entered her and began to thrust inside her.
She’d been too lost in ardor to notice he’d removed his breeches. When had this happened? What else had she missed?
Oh, glory.
They were lying naked together in bed.
She ran her hands along the length of him, felt along the muscled bulges of his arms, and inhaled his manly heat.
His body was beautiful, hard and strong and lean.
Their thighs pressed together as he moved inside her with feral grace. But she would not call him delicate or graceful. This man was power and sinew. Thunder and lightning. His hands were roughened by years of battle, and she felt the scrape of his day’s growth of beard along her cheek.
His desire was intense.
She felt it in the exquisite way he kissed her and made her body hum.
She saw the ravenous longing in his eyes.
But he was holding back, no doubt determined to be gentle with her. “I don’t want to hurt you, love. You’ve never done this before.”
“I know, but I think my body is ready for you.” She was already entwined around him, the urge instinctive as she wrapped her legs around his hips and held on to his shoulders. “You won’t hurt me, Rowan. I trust you.”
She thought this knowledge would ease him, but his honed body became even more taut, and the intensity of their coupling heightened.
In turns, she closed her eyes to feel the music of their bodies as they moved in a timeless dance of love and then opened them to watch the smoky embers of his eyes as he brought the dance to its nearing end.
An odd pressure began to build inside her. “Rowan, I…”
He seemed to understand what she was feeling, this fiery heat…like a volcano about to erupt. It built and built, suddenly exploding and sending waves of liquid fire flowing through her.
“Blessed saints, Cara.” He covered her noisy mouth with a searing kiss, at the same time thrusting into her more urgently, his body hot and damp as he planted himself deep and spilled his seed inside of her.
He collapsed atop her with a much-satisfied grunt, the weight of him surprisingly pleasurable.
She felt his ragged breaths as his chest pressed down on hers and heard the rapid beat of his heart pounding as fiercely as her own.
All too quickly, he pulled out of her. But it was only to roll off her and draw her into the cradle of his arms. “Gad, that was good. How do you feel, love?”
She laughed softly. “Did I leave you with any doubt? It was beyond anything I could have imagined. It was wonderful. But you knew it would be.”
He grinned and kissed her on the forehead. “I hoped it would be.”
“Was it truly all right for you, Rowan?”
He kissed the swell of her breast. “More than all right, love. I am in great danger of turning into a besotted fool.”
They coupled again before dawn, an exquisitely intimate moment of perfection.
When the sun began to peek over the horizon, she tossed on her shift and robe while he donned breeches and a shirt, and they quietly made their way out of the cottage and headed down to the beach.
