Page 92 of Crash Landing
To prove his point, she sighed and said, “I still do not see why you have feelings for me.”
Trajan was impatient by nature, but he knew that healing Florence with his love would take a while. “I am not your parents,” he said. “Whatever reasons they had for treating you like an outcast have nothing to do with the soul ofwhoyou are. I think this has to be our next investigation, something to be addressed once you and I are married and I can protect you from whatever we might learn.”
He led her to the bed, stretched out beside her, and then took her in his arms. “I love you because you are beautiful and clever. You are also too independent for my liking, but that makes me like you all the more. Does this make any sense to you?”
She laughed lightly. “No, it doesn’t.”
“You think for yourself. You know who you are and what you believe in. And you care aboutme. Not the title. You would risk your life for me…not that I would ever let you do it. But it is nice to know you are always on my side.”
“I am and will always be,” she said with earnest ferocity.
“I know, love.” He leaned over and kissed her with a soft crush of his lips to her own.
She sighed. “Lovely.”
He kissed her again, a deeper kiss this time, and pressed his body lightly over hers because he wanted her to know how it would feel to have his body atop hers when they coupled. He wanted her to know that she was his mate and the one with whom he would spend a lifetime.
What came next felt natural and easy, for she responded to thetouch of his hands and lips upon her body, accepting each new sensation and letting herself go because she trusted him to take her on this journey.
She closed her eyes and emitted breathy moans and soft purrs as he touched and teased her and aroused her.
She gasped when he put his mouth to her breast and suckled the bud.
He thought to draw away.
“No, Trajan. I like this very much.”
All right, then.
He held back a chuckle when she clasped his head and held him to her so tightly that his nose was buried in her breast.
Well, who ever said the course of true love had to run perfectly smooth?
“Florence, ease up,” he mumbled, lifting off her slightly to move to her other breast.
“Oh.” She let go of him.
“Put your hands on my shoulders, love.”
Her lips were pink and warm, and her eyes shimmered. She looked like a woman experiencing passion, which pleased him mightily. “All right, why?”
“Because I am going to send you soaring, and I want you to hold on to me.”
She smiled. “I have no idea what that means, but it sounds thrilling.”
“It will be. Do you trust me?”
Her expression turned earnest. “You know I do.”
Yes, because her heart was as fragile as glass, and he was the only one she had ever dared trust to keep it safe and protected.
Perhaps this was why she was so completely wrapped in his heart. For all her independence and stubbornness, she wanted him and needed him.
He knew she would give every ounce of herself to him when he claimed her.
No hesitation. She was all in.
“Close your eyes, Florence,” he whispered, and then kissed her slow and deep.
