Page 93 of Crash Landing
His mouth sank onto her delicious lips and lingered there, lightly at first but with growing intensity. She took her cues from him and responded in kind, clasping his shoulders and drawing him close, as though afraid this moment might end if she ever let him go.
She seemed to like the press of his body upon hers, the warmth of it and the security of it. But he wanted her to know—and perhaps in time she would—that he would always be there for her even if she did let go.
Love was the string that bound him to her.
Of course, there was much to be said for the physical aspect, too. Their entwined arms, entangled legs, the friction of their bodies rubbing together and creating heat. Creating fire.
Her skin felt soft, and she quivered as he kissed his way down her body.
But she almost rolled off the bed in surprise when he put his mouth to the core of her parted legs and gave a soft lick. “Trajan!”
“Hush, love. The walls are thin.”
“Oh, that is so unfair of you,” she whispered, and gave a mirthful laugh, then clutched his head and drew him up by his ears. “Explain this. Why did liquid fire pour through me and set every pulse in my body throbbing?”
“May I get back to the task and explain later?” he said with a strained laugh.
His own body felt volcanic because he adored and craved everything about her. The softness of her skin, the scent and taste of it. The warmth of it. The lovely shape of her. The way she purred when he touched her.
“Can you not give me a quick hint now?”
He supposed this was what happened when one made love to an inquisitive bluestocking, so he moved back up and took her into his arms as he spoke. “There is no place more sensitive on a woman, Florence. Have you never read any books on this? Or spoken to friends about what takes place between a man and a woman?”
He knew her mother would never have explained this to her, since the woman had never done anything kind or helpful for Florence in her life.
“I did read a little about it, but never really bothered because…”
“Because you never thought anyone would love you,” he said, quietly seething as he finished her thought. “ButIlove you.”
She cast him a heartbreakingly tender smile. “Will you please continue? I did not mean to interrupt you.”
He laughed softly. “Are you sure?”
She nodded. “Never more certain of anything in my life.”
Trajan resumed his onslaught, thinking he had to start all over again to stir her passion. But he needn’t have worried, for they were both lost to each other, ravenous and craving each other in less than the span of three heartbeats.
He once more kissed his way down her silky body, felt the rush of fire as he pressed his mouth to her core and tasted her sweet nectar.
She responded with exquisite innocence, and soon shattered in pleasure for what he expected was her first time ever.
He looked up and watched her, completely caught up and undone by the wild toss of her dark mane tumbling over her shoulders and partially covering her glorious breasts, and the breathtaking beauty of her face while in the throes of passion.
After a moment, she opened her eyes. Indeed, they flew open, and she softly asked, “Trajan, what in heaven’s name was that?”
He cast her a conquering grin. “Did you like it?”
She nodded. “Was I not obvious? What did you do to me?Goodness, my skin is so hot. My heart is still beating too fast.”
He rolled onto his back and drew her into his arms with a possessive growl.
But she wouldn’t stay nestled in his embrace. She squirmed to her knees and hastily reached for her nightgown that was lost amid the sheets.
Praise heaven.
What a body she had. Gorgeous legs. Pert, sweet breasts. He was going to turn into a wild ape if he did not stop staring at her.
“Does it work the same way for you?” she asked.
