Page 30 of Destiny Reclaimed
The skirt fell and pooled around her boot-covered feet. Without unlocking her gaze, he crouched down and unhurriedly unzipped one of her boots, gliding his knuckle along her smooth skin as he did so. She lifted her leg, and he removed the boot from her. Then he did the other. Slowly, he skimmed his fingertips up the insides of her legs. Her desire-filled, caramel eyes darkened to near black by the time his fingers gripped the rim of her panties.
Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth to her abdomen, below her belly button, just above the silky rim of her panties. His lips tingled. Her body quivered, and her hands clasped onto his shoulders. He slid his fingertips over the sides of her legs and rid her of the cloth barrier between him and heaven. Then, he stood and pulled his shirt over his head and reached for the button on his trousers.
“Let me.”
His dick twitched and his abdomen muscles contracted when her slim fingers brushed against his bare stomach. She undid the button and tugged his pants down. Then, she hooked her fingers over the band of his tented boxers and relieved him of them. Seductively, her tongue ran over her upper lip as she stared sinfully at his erection. Her eyes darkened. Liquid heat tore through him. He’d thought he’d couldn’t get any more aroused. He was wrong.
He toed off his shoes, stepped out from the garments pooled at his feet, then reached and pulled the covers back. Like a magnet, the patch of caramel-colored curls drew his gaze as Gwennie’s legs parted slightly when she shuffled herself on the bed to make room for him.
It took a great deal of strength to pull his gaze from her and shift it to his pants—wallet.
“Jack,” she said drawing his attention.
Her sensual tone sent more awareness to his protruding extremity.
She propped herself up on her elbows. “Is something wrong?”
Her question couldn’t be further off. Everything was perfect as he was about to claim his lover. Well, near perfect. A small part of him rather they be married when they made love for the first time. That was supposed to be how it worked. First comes love, then marriage, then babies in the baby carriage.
Babies.The thought reminded him of his time travel the day before and seeing his future son—the man his boy had grown up to be.
I will have a son.Pride sifted through him.
Gwennie pushed herself up farther, then leaned on her right elbow as she reached toward him with her left hand.
He felt frozen in place. When would his son be conceived? Gwennie’s gentle fingers touched his forearm. Warmth sifted into every cell of his being.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
Concern laced her tone, matching that in her gaze.
He’d better pull it together pretty quick before this moment was lost.
He looked down at his pants. “Condom.”
She nodded.
He bent over snatched his pants off the floor and pulled the condom from the pocket. Then he sheathed himself, climbed in beside her, and soaked up her desire-filled gaze. Leaning forward he pressed his lips lightly to hers, then pulled back to view her beautiful face. Part of him couldn’t believe he was here with her. He’d waited so long for this moment, so why he hesitated he wasn’t sure. Maybe because the moment seemed too perfect. Nothing perfect, even remotely close, had happened to him in the past couple of years, now here he was with the most wonderful person on earth in the most ideal moment.
He raked his gaze over Gwennie as he ran his fingertips lightly over silky-smooth skin, over the swell of her breasts, drawing a satisfying whisper of a moan as he circled her nipples. He lowered his hand skimming the tips of his fingers over her stomach to the caramel-colored patch of curls covering the spot his dick ached to enter. Another musical moan rang from her lips as he dipped a finger inside her moist channel. She was ready for him.
He pulled his finger out and circled her hardened, little bundle of nerves. She squirmed and moaned as she gripped his shoulders and tugged him into a hot, hard, tongue-tangling kiss. The all-in kind you can’t turn back from. Slipping his body between her legs, he braced himself on his elbows without breaking their smoldering kiss.
He pushed the tip of his penis to her opening. Instantly, her mouth paused. He inched his head back causing his lips to cool noticeably.
Gwennie stared at him with watery eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes. I just...I can’t believe we’re finally here, together. I’m so happy.”
“I love you. You know that, right?”
“I do. And I love you, too.”
He slipped himself into her tight warmth, moving slowly as to help her acclimate. It didn’t take but a couple of beats for her to arch in rhythm with him. The slow, loving movements had his heart racing in no time, winding him tighter and tighter with each stroke. He’d never felt so out of his control and in someone else’s in his life. Even in war. Right now, at this moment, he’d say and do anything she wanted. One simple touch from her drew automatic reactions from him. He skimmed his lips over the soft skin of her cheek, then jawline, then down the side of her neck to her earlobe where he offered a slight nibble. His lips had to stay on her. It was like she had him under some sort of mesmerizing control.
His lover arched harder to him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
