His heart took up too much room in his chest as he watched pleasure twist through her body, tighten her nipples, and wash over her face. He wanted this to last. He wanted to watch her like this for hours. And even though they didn’t have hours, he slowed his hand, stroked his fingers along the slick strip leading to her heat, and basked in her sounds of growing pleasure. Then slipped a finger inside her, drew the wetness out, and gently, so gently, stroked the warmth over her clit.
She strangled a cry of pleasure. Mitch repeated the motion as he leaned back to watch the erotic sight of his sun-darkened hand moving between her creamy, pale thighs, his big fingers disappearing into her, then drawing out, her hips rocking against his hand.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, following the motion of her hips with his hand, letting her lead herself to orgasm using his touch.
And when she reached that peak, Mitch took over with quick strokes that stiffened her body just before the sensation broke with hard spasms of an intense release.
A new surge of warmth coated his fingers and a voracious hunger hit him low in the gut. Halina’s dark lashes lifted in a languid sweep, but couldn’t stay open. It made him smile. Made his heart flood. He leaned down and kissed her. The looseness of her mouth, the lazy, languid, sexual way she stroked his tongue with her own set him on fire.
“When do the visions come, love?” he whispered against her mouth, then laid a trail of kisses down her neck.
“About five minutes into relaxing,” she murmured, her voice thick.
Mitch smiled against the curve of her breast on his travels lower. “Then you won’t be relaxing just yet.”
Her fingers combed through his hair on a sigh and a barely audible, “God, I’ve missed you.”
Emotion slammed his chest so hard he couldn’t breathe. His heart sizzled with a burning, painful pleasure. He moved lower, slid his hands beneath her ass and lifted her sweet spot to his mouth.
“Oh . . .” Her stomach muscles bunched and she made a half curl, grabbing his head with both hands. Mitch stroked her with his tongue, pulled the sensitive swell between his lips, and sucked. Her unique and sweet taste filled his mouth, and he swore they were in an equal state of pleasure when Halina’s eyes closed and her head fell back on a whispered, “Mitch . . . you’re so good . . .”
There were about seven steps between good and mind-blowing, and Mitch intended to explore every damn one.
Halina shuddered again as Mitch moved up her body. She was limp after her second orgasm, her mind completely warped in the most delicious way. He’d ditched his pants, rolled on a condom, and lay half on top of her, half on the bed, all that warm muscle stretched against her body.
She stroked her hand along the arm stretched across her waist. Turned into his kisses along her jaw and took his mouth with hers. His lips were full, soft, and perfectly shaped. And had the most sensual ways of moving. But she was ready to feel him inside her, filling her.
Lowering her hand from his arm, she circled his erection with her fingers and smiled at his groan of pleasure.
“Careful, baby. It’s loaded.”
“Hope so.” She rolled him backward, opened her thighs, and straddled his lap.
“Can’t wait, Hali,” he rasped, his expression tight with a mix of pleasure and pain. “Need you.”
She pushed up on her hands and rocked her hips, placing his head at her entrance. Mitch clasped her face in both hands. “Look at me while I fill you.”
His eyes were so hot. So filled with emotion. Fierce emotions she couldn’t read beyond lust and affection. But she didn’t need any more than that.
She lowered her hips, sinking onto him, even as he lifted to meet her. He pressed tightly into her body, his size stretching her and exciting every nerve. With her bottom lip between her teeth, she took him deep. The level of excitement on Mitch’s face was its own thrill. Watching him on the edge of control was pure ecstasy and she rocked and moved just to see it intensify.
He lowered, pulling out of her, the sensation a delicious drag until he thrust upward again. Something deep inside her shot sparks of pleasure through her pelvis like a mini-explosion. Halina sucked air against the burn of the pleasure now and pain lingering from the night before.
She squeezed her muscles, gripping his length. Rocked into him, wanting more. Bit the side of his neck on a groan.
“Fuck, Hali,” he rasped, lust tight in his voice, but sweet emotion flooded his eyes. “Nothing has ever felt this right.”
Her mind and heart were so tangled, she only knew this overwhelming bond developing with him. Stronger and even more rock solid than it had been when everything between them had been so right.
His cock hit that place again and pleasure exploded through her.
“Yes,” she breathed. Eyes falling closed, head dropping back.
They moved together as if they’d never been apart, their rhythm erotic, sensual perfection. Mouths and hands taking in every part of each other. Communicating more through their eyes and their touch than they ever could through speech. The passion peaked within minutes. Their bodies damp with sweat, thrusts growing intense.
Mitch whispered, “Ready to come, love?”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
He put one hand on her jaw, bringing her gaze back to his. “Focus, Hali. The papers, Washington.”
A stream of darkness cut through her pleasure. Reality encroaching on this rare moment of bliss. But she nodded.
Mitch slid his hand down her neck, over her breast, dipped his head, and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking, licking, finally biting down, shooting the sting of lust straight between her legs.
“Come for me, Halina.”
His words gave her that final erotic push. The orgasm broke hard, a crash of exquisite pleasure smashing through her body. Her mouth opened on a scream, but her throat closed around it. The muscles along her spine contracted and she arched. Fingers and toes curled until they cramped.
“Oh, fuck yeah.” Mitch’s throaty murmur rippled across her skin just before he lunged deep, his muscles going rock hard beneath her hands. That guttural sound of supreme pleasure and satisfaction rolled deep in his chest and pushed more ripples of excitement through Halina.
Her lungs finally released and she gasped for air, but the pleasure hadn’t finished ravaging her yet. A backlash of delicious spasms shook her exhausted muscles and they contracted and flexed and continued to rocket sparks of ecstasy everywhere.
In the long moments afterward, Halina lay against his chest as Mitch’s hands caressed her back, his nails scraping softly, shoulders to hips, as he pressed kisses to the top of her shoulder.
Halina wished time would stop. But it didn’t. And eventually, Mitch pulled back, took her chin between his fingers, and tilted her head so she was looking directly into his eyes. His fiery, intense, dangerous eyes.
“God . . . Hali.” He was still breathing heavily. “Hasn’t . . . been that good . . . in seven . . . years.”
Words of love, of apology, of regret . . . pleas for forgiveness . . . they all rode high in her chest as the desire to hold this perfect moment overwhelmed her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hands combing through his thick soft hair, willing herself to hold them in.
She managed to keep them all back . . . except . . . “I’ve missed you so damn much.”
Hearing the words aloud, barely even a whisper, words that didn’t begin to describe her years of aching loneliness, words describing a reality she knew she’d have to live again, tore her open and tears spilled over her lashes.
She lowered her head, but Mitch took her face in both hands and wiped her tears with his thumbs. “You don’t have to worry about that anymore.”