Page 75 of The Mercenary

Guy nearly split the door in two opening it.

She had no time to react.

He slammed the heavy wooden door shut and descended on her. Grabbing the back of her head, his fingers wrapped through her hair, using it to pull her closer. His tongue demanded entry, and she gladly gave it.

Despite the roughness of his embrace, his lips were gentle, and she gripped him with both hands, bringing him closer.

They melded into each other. Though Sabine could feel her thin shift being pulled from her body, she definitely did not remember Guy removing his shirt.

Or had she done that?

A very short time later, both she and her husband were divested of their clothing.

She didn’t expect him to step back. Away from her.

“Look at you.”

And he did.

Slowly.

Her core clenched in anticipation as she watched his expression. When he stepped forward this time, he touched her with such gentleness, it raised the hair on her arms.

At least, she imagined it to be so.

He guided her toward the bed as gently as a falconer with a new peregrine. He laid her down on the bed and covered her completely.

But then he stopped.

Poised over her, his arms straining with the effort, he leaned down and kissed her again.

No words were needed, as Guy’s tongue told her what to do. To meet his touch. To give herself over to him completely.

And she did.

But Sabine wanted more.

She reached down, covering his buttocks with her hands. Squeezing them, she pressed him toward her.

But her husband refused to be rushed. He continued to make love to her mouth until every inch of her screamed in protest. Her nipples grazed his chest they were so hard. She lifted one leg, bending it at the knee, and attempted to force him into her that way.

Finally, when she couldn’t stand it any longer, Sabine reached between them and grasped the length of him. The guttural sound from his throat told her all she needed to know.

He wanted this as much as she did.

As he’d done in the past, Sabine guided him into her. His groan of pleasure eventually broke their kiss.

“God, Sabine.”

He helped her, finally, until they were, at last, joined.

But her stubborn husband still refused to be rushed.

He brought his lips down to hers once again, but this time their tongues followed the rhythm of their joined bodies. Slow. Too slow.

She ran her hands down his sides, Guy’s shiver her only indication that he noticed. When she grasped his buttocks this time, it was not with gentle guidance but with a firm purpose.

Simultaneously pulling him toward her and thrusting her hips upward elicited the reaction she’d been attempting to provoke all along.