Page 70 of Fire and Rain
Nothing he could have done.
Almost unable to breathe, he slid a hand up Eden’s spine, inhaled her scent, leaving control of the kiss to her. It was enough right now just to take it all in.
She teased his lips with hers, then nipped his lower lip with her teeth and soothed the bite with her tongue, sending a jolt of heat through him, rousing desires he’d tried so damned hard to ignore. He drew her closer, ducked down to answer her kiss with his own, taking his time, getting a feel for her, the heat in his blood building.
A voice in his head reminded him that he shouldn’t be doing this. She was Justin’s widow. But he ignored it.
He drew back for a moment, slid his fingers into her hair, tilting her head so he could look into her eyes. “Eden.”
Then he claimed her mouth with his, taking control this time, tasting her, teasing her, until they were both breathless and he was hard as a rock. He tilted her head back even more, lowered his mouth to her throat, and felt the thrumming of her pulse against his lips, her whimpers and the goosebumps on her skin urging him on.
She drew back, looked up at him through those big eyes, and gave him a seductive smile that he felt to his bones. Then she took hold of his fly, freed his erection, and dropped to her knees.
“Eden, you don’t…” Whatever he was going to say became a quick inhale as she grasped him, stroked him, and took him into her mouth. “Geezus.”
She explored him with her tongue, lips, and hand, tasting him, nipping him, stroking him, her gaze still locked with his. He’d never experienced anything quite like this—the raw intimacy of looking into the eyes of a lover as she gave him pleasure. She clearly saw the effect she had on him, and he saw how much she enjoyed that.
She withdrew her mouth for a moment. “Does this feel good?”
“Just… yeah… mmm. But, Eden, you don’t—”
This time, she took him all the way into her mouth, working up a rhythm, moving hand and mouth along his length from aching head to base, adding a twist now and again, teasing the most sensitive part of his cock with her tongue.
He reached down, adjusted her grip just a little and…. “Just … like …that. Hell,yes.”
He tried to hold still for her, fought not to buck his hips, his fingers sliding into her silky hair. But,damn, she knew what she was doing, and it felt sofuckinggood, and she was so damned beautiful. He felt his balls drawing tight, his self-control fraying as her mouth and tongue and fist drove him headlong toward orgasm.
“Stop, Eden, sweetheart.” He withdrew himself and gripped the base of his cockhard, fighting to relax so he wouldn’t come like some randy college freshman. With his free hand, he brought her to her feet then tucked himself back into his boxers, his rigid dick looking straight up at him. “I don’t want this to end like that.”
She gave him a wickedly sexy smile, threaded her fingers through his. “Come to bed.”
He followed her back to the bedroom, watched as she turned on her bedside lamp then drew down the covers, his body humming with need for her. When she turned toward him, he undressed, pulling his shirt over his head, tugging down his jeans and boxers to free his erection once more, his feet already bare.
She took a step toward him, her gaze raking over him, her brow furrowing, a look like hunger on her face. She ran her hands across his pecs and abs and over his obliques, making his cock jump. “You are such a pretty man.”
“Pretty?” He chuckled. “I’ll show you pretty.”
Pulse thrumming with excitement, he dragged her against him, making her gasp. Then he caught hold of her T-shirt and drew it over her head, tossing it onto the floor. She stood there, looking up at him from beneath her lashes, a pink satiny bra cupping her full breasts. He brushed the mound of one breast with his fingers, saw her tense, heard her little intake of breath. He turned her to face away from him, lifted the silken weight of her dark hair over her right shoulder, and undid the clasp, letting the bra fall to the floor, freeing her for his touch.
And his heart beat faster.
He ducked down, kissed the satiny skin of her shoulder, reaching around with both hands to cup her. He nearly moaned, the weight of her breasts more than filling his hands, their velvety, dark tips growing pebbled, her skin like silk. It turned him on just to touch her.
She leaned back against him, resting her head against his chest while he played, her eyes drifting shut. But the more he teased her, the more she began to squirm, her hips shifting as he drew her nipples to peaks and grazed their tips with his palms. “Mmm.”
He slid one hand down the smooth skin of her belly, unfastened the fly of her jeans, and slipped his hand inside to touch her, thick curls tickling his palm. “You’re wet.”
She whimpered as he found her clit and stroked it. But her jeans didn’t give him the room he needed. With both of his hands, he yanked her pants down—and found himself staring at the twin mounds of her bare ass.
Damn.
She was wearing a thong.
He couldn’t resist but kissed and nibbled one plump ass cheek and then the other, gratified by her quick intake of breath. Then, both of them naked at last, he turned her to face him. “God, Eden, you aresobeautiful.”
Her breasts were full, her waist narrow, her hips rounded. She didn’t shave or wax, her thatch of dark curls completely natural just like everything else about her. Aching for her, he watched as she took two steps to the bed and stretched out on the sheets, her dark hair fanning across her pillow.
Then she reached for him. “I want you, Sean.”
