by Imogene Nix
“No. Let me.”
With tenderness, he slipped his long fingers under the strap, toyed for a moment while she gasped, then trailed them over her shoulders and down her back.
“You skin is finer than silk. So soft. So perfect.” His words drugged her. So deep and intense was the timbre of his tone that she shook.
His gaze caught hers, captured her like a spider in his web. His fingers found the clasp and released her, she felt the sag of her breasts, and the air teased her nipples into tighter, aching buds of desire.
She pushed against him, needing the touch of skin to skin, and where they touched she burned.
“Please.” The word was little more than a whimper.
“Soon, sweetheart. It isn’t a race.” But the teasing words were strained and she knew he too felt the hunger. The desire. The need.
When his fingers found the lacy edge of her panties, her knees nearly buckled. With care, he pushed them away, down her legs, before he stepped back. “My goddess. Come with me, Gillian.”
He held out his hand and she took it, prepared to follow him to the ends of the universe. Tomi led her through the house, and in the center was an immense bedroom. The four-poster in the middle was festooned with white gauzy curtains and flower petals decorated the coverlet. When he gently pushed her down, she let him.
His eyes glittered in the glow coming from the domed skylight above the bed. Then he was there, covering her. His fingers toyed with her belly, slipping gently over it with a reverence that stole her breath. “I’m going to fill you. I’m going to plant myself deep within you and, I hope, create something new. Something of us.”
Her heart lurched. She too wanted that.
The whisper of his words, sliding over naked skin, drove thought from her mind. He caressed his way down her abdomen and to her core, leaving her reeling with sensual overload. Gillian curled her fingers in the material. She needed him. Wanted him. Loved him.
As he probed, his lips found a breast. He suckled and she arched up again, needing all of him. “Tomi!” She nearly splintered there, but he teased her unmercifully. Kisses, nibbles, and sucks interspersed with tender words.
“Not yet, sweetheart. Feel the burn. Let it grow.”
Her hands reached up to grasp his shoulders and gripped the hard flesh. “Now, Tomi! No more. Come to me!” This time, he didn’t retreat, and her heart raced, sweat shined on their bodies. And she crooned, “I need you. Fill me.”
His lips fastened on the skin at her neck once more while she rocked and entreated. He settled himself at the cradle of her hips, the thick head of his erection notched between the lips of her sex. A gentle nudge. No more.
She gasped. Eyes closing while above her, he panted. He shook, straining she knew to build the pleasure to hold on. Too much! Not enough! She felt the slide of his cock as she sheathed him. Heat and light assaulted her senses, and their mouths met.
He moved and so did she. Together. Give and take warred until finally, the precipice loomed. Pressure grew deep inside her belly until finally, she let go, feeling her body explode in a million pieces of pleasure. He joined her, his cry of fulfillment loud in the near silence.
When they stilled, holding onto each other in the nightlight, she smiled. “I give you my forever, Tomi.”
He sealed the vow with a kiss.
About Imogene Nix
Imogene is a mother of two, compulsive reader, and bookstore owner. She lives in regional Queensland, Australia with her husband, two daughters, dog, cats, guinea pigs, and chooks. She has a particular fondness for vampires, star ship captains, and things that go bump in the night (especially vampire types).
Imogene has tried many varied roles in her working life including kindergarten assistant, teacher, principal, and kindergarten and child care director, but rates owning a bookstore and writing her own novels as the absolute highlight.
In her mother and wife alter ego, she has traveled widely and lived in some very unique places including Far Western Queensland, Cape York, and even Tasmania. She loves to travel and rates China and Hong Kong among her favorite destinations.
She blames Star Trek Voyager, Firefly, and the works of Alexander Kent for her interest in naval activities and later space fleet interest.
Imogene’s Website:
www.imogenenix.com
Reader eMail:
[email protected]
About The Reunion Trilogy
Book 1: War’s End
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Book 2: The Assassin
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Book 3: Executing Justice
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