Page 47 of The Honorable Texan
Loved him.The thought made him humble.He reached between them and touched her blatantly, his body controlling her when she jerked in protest.
“Oh, no,” he whispered softly, his hand moving gently until he found the place, and the pressure, that made her gasp and lift up.“No, I’m not stopping until you go as high as I did, no matter what it takes.”He bent and brushed his mouth slowly over her lips.She shivered as his touch became more insistent.“I’d do anything for you,” he whispered into her mouth.
“Blake,” she moaned, her fingers gripping his shoulders painfully as the pleasure grew.
“Yes, you’re ready now,” he whispered, lifting his head to look at her.“I’m going to watch you this time.I like the way your eyes go black when I take you over the edge.I like the way your breasts swell under my mouth.I like feeling you shiver, inside, and ripple around me when you feel that exquisite fulfillment.”
The words were as exciting as the way he was touching her.But she was far beyond answering him.Her body was lifting rhythmically, pulsing, her eyes fixedon his face as the pleasure grew so tight that she felt as if she might blow apart from the tension.
Her legs drew apart and she sobbed, her nails biting hard into him as the silvery delight suddenly became dark and throbbing and urgent.“Blake, now,” she pleaded, gritting her teeth.Her eyes closed on a wave of pleasure.“Now!Please, please, please…!”
He moved, thrusting deep inside her.The single, hard motion was enough to take her right into the sky.She arched up, shuddering again and again as the ecstasy rippled over her in savage waves.She couldn’t see him.She felt him in her body as she exploded like a meteorite.
“Yes,” he whispered, unbearably excited by her explosive climax.He ground his teeth together and moved harshly on her, driving for his own fulfillment.They strained together in a hot, fierce silence as the pleasure melted their bodies together for one long, aching instant of perfect communion.
She cried when it was over.The other time it hadn’t been so intense, so overwhelming.She cried and couldn’t stop.
Blake lifted his damp head and looked at her, his body still trembling faintly from the violence of their coming together.
She opened her eyes and looked into his, and saw something she never expected.She saw utter shock.
CHAPTER NINE
Violet struggled to breathe.She was suddenly aware of the closeness of their bodies joined together so intimately that she could even feel the faint pulsation of him inside her.
He propped himself on his forearms, still fighting to get his breath, and looked into Violet’s blue eyes.He’d never felt such a primitive urge to possess a woman, not even Shannon.His feelings for her had been tender, protective, almost passive.He’d never wanted to ravish her.But it was different with Violet.He felt an aching, violent hunger for her.It seemed to grow by the day in strength and power.
But even so, there was tenderness.Her body was soft and pliable, and he breathed in her faint perfume with delight.He traced her eyebrows with a long forefinger, his eyes searching over her face, her throat, her swollen breasts.He touched them tenderly.He thought about his child in her womb and shivered.Would she nurse the baby?he wondered, and he felt suddenly the magic and fear of creation.She was carrying his child.His child…
His breath caught.He bent and touched his mouth to her eyes, closing them tenderly.His fingers speared into her thick hair and tilted her face so that he could close his lips over her mouth.
Violet didn’t understand.It wasn’t like last time.He was different, suddenly.
He lifted his head and smiled at her.“So much for abstaining until the ceremony,” he murmured ruefully.
She flushed.
He laughed softly.“Embarrassed?”he teased.“You shouldn’t be.This is one of the most important parts of any marriage.I’ve seen couples who were compatible in every other way end up in divorce court because one couldn’t satisfy the other in bed.”
“We don’t seem to have that problem,” she agreed shyly.
He traced her cheek.“You should have told me that you weren’t satisfied,” he said softly.“I could see it, fortunately for you.But I don’t like thinking you’d let me leave when you were still aching for satisfaction.”
She studied him curiously.“I thought men were only concerned with their own pleasure.”
“Not this man,” he replied, his voice deep and soft.He smiled quizzically.“You enjoy me, don’t you?”he asked conversationally.“I’m glad.I thought you might have hang-ups because you’d abstained all your life.”
“So did I,” she confessed with a soft laugh.“I can’t think when we’re like this.”
“I noticed,” he replied.“You dive in headfirst and give it everything you’ve got.”He kissed her softly.“I love the way you are with me, Violet,” he said seriously.He drew away slowly, aware of her faint embarrassment.He smiled, because he liked that little sign of insecurity.He liked knowing he was her first man.
She fumbled her clothes back into place.When she finished, he was already opening the door.
“Your mother is going to be worried,” he said, glancing at the clock.“You should call her before we leave.”
She went to the phone and made the call, inventing a few letters that had to be done after hours.Her mother wasn’t worried, and sounded amused.Violet gave Blake a wry glance when she hung up.
“She didn’t buy it, did she?”he asked, amused.
