by Carol Devine
His palmed her bared flesh and pressed the heel of his hand into her heat. She moaned erotically, wanting more. He delivered the pressure she craved. Her upper teeth cut into her bottom lip, worrying it, sexy, inciting him to attack. He nibbled her there, tasting her corners, slipped his tongue inside, inviting a rhythm of what was to come. She answered, trading breaths. Hot, hot breaths.
His kisses traveled down her body to her breasts. They tasted perfect, nipples like tiny candies, the texture pebbled and salty sweet. She groaned this time, vibrating sound along nerves endings, thrumming against his skin, entering his chest, spearing his heart. A spear that opened chambers and filled them with light.
He reached between her legs, parted her folds with purpose, his fingers skimming, dipping, and singling out tender places that needed special care.
"Now," she said.
He tested her with his thumb, found her slick and swollen, ready for him. He primed himself, milking his length, poised at her entrance.
She locked gazes with him.
Muscles taut, he plunged deep, pure power, seeking her depths. Wetness slickened his most sensitive skin. She was tight, taking his breath, squeezing his length. He strained to feel where he ended and she began but it was hopeless. She surrounded him with fire that burned from within. Sex was in the air they breathed, the scent created in the sweat between them.
He plunged again and again. Her hips cradled him, rising to meet him. Their bodies were one and the same, retreating and plunging in rhythm, building momentum. Anticipation rose, hurried his lungs, his pounding heart, every throbbing inch he possessed.
She bit his shoulder and licked the wound. His cock reacted like she was licking it, too. He thrust deeper, fiery sun baking his back. She melted underneath him, grasping his arms, panting in need, inciting him to move fast, hard, and free.
He put his hands on her breasts, tanned skin against pale, hers tipped by nipples that tightened in the sun and air. It stunned him, how gorgeous she was, how gorgeous she felt, her breasts ripe and firm and full. She stretched her entire body, showing off, her grin like the Cheshire cat out of Alice in Wonderland.
She was his Wonderland, the reason he was on this earth. He needed her so badly, terribly badly. How he'd convinced her to come back to him was still a mystery.
She had finally confessed that she loved him. Straight out confessed. But for a long time before, she held back, and he needed to hear it again, needed to know she was here in this place with him. He paused the rhythm, zeroing in on the expressive ocean depths in her eyes.
"Mariah?"
"Yes, my love?"
It was enough, more than enough. He kissed her, thrust again. Enough was in her glazing gaze, in the pliant body she offered, centering him in her core. He lost himself there, overcome by a rush of glorious sensation. Groin to brain and back again, coming in wave after orgasmic wave. He buried his grunts and groans in the curve of her neck but her fragrance heightened his senses. He swore he passed out for a second, she smelled so fine.
He crashed at the end, became dead weight, and she let him, cradling both his hips and his head, wrapping her legs and arms around him. He recovered slow, back to earth. When he finally levered himself off her and rolled on his back, he inwardly chided himself for weighing her down, crushing her.
She snuggled against his side and dug her fingers in the swirls of hair on his chest. "Know this, Shane," she whispered. "You are loved."
Overwhelmed, he couldn't speak. He couldn't get past the huge clutching inside his gut. He opened his mouth, closed it. He wondered if she even knew what she'd done to him. The smooth-talking horse whisperer made speechless.
He snuggled her close, letting his actions speak for him, wishing he could burrow under her skin, grasp her heart in his hands. He stroked her hair, damp near her forehead. He fingered her cheeks, jaw, chin, the bone structure he had come to love. He skimmed her neck and her chest, found her breasts, palmed and played, listening to her breath become bated.
"Now," she said.
He traced circles around her navel, then traveled to her clit. He watched her face as he made her come, saw her diffused with color, reddened by the great outdoors. He memorized her details, feminine details, the way she finally relaxed in pleasure and opened her sleepy eyes.
"Wow," she said.
Chuckling, he gathered her in. She was a cuddler and he spooned around her, keeping her warm on the grass. He nosed her nape, letting his breath get lost in her hair.
"I love you," he said. When she didn't answer he checked her face. She'd fallen asleep.
After all they'd been through together, his best hope was her love was just as big and overwhelming as his.
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Their journey continues in SHANE, which picks up where Book One leaves off…available NOW on www.amazon.com/author/caroldevine
The sex between them sizzles. But can two broken people find everlasting love? What comes after the Happily Ever After? Mariah McBride and Shane Youngblood's romance continues in this saga that follows them through the rest of their lives to the ultimate of HEAs and the promise of a love that lasts forever.
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Carol Devine lives in Colorado with her husband. The other men in her life include her three sons and her faithful writing assistant, a Chi-Weenie mutt. Future heroes and heroines will be modeled after them and her grandchildren.
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