Her movements clumsy, she helped him peel his jeans down his lean hips as he covered her body with his. She kneaded his firm glutes and skimmed her fingers up and down the warm skin of his back. She wanted to worship him as he’d worshipped her, but the intensity in his eyes spoke volumes. I will have you now, that look said. Right fucking now.
No argument from her.
His mouth found hers and their tongues joined. With one hand, he guided himself to her sex, rubbing her lips, spreading her moisture. Then he pushed inside, stretching her with unapologetic intent, making them one.
His firm stroke brought him deeply, completely into her until she didn’t care where she left off and he began. The amazing fullness felt so secure she wondered if the fog would lose its purchase on her. They froze like that and looked into each other’s eyes.
Derek exhaled a rough curse.
Thank God he’d turned the bedside lamp on earlier. She would remember the look on his face for the rest of her life…or death. Solemn passion bled from his every pore. Love shone in his brown eyes.
Parting from him at dawn would break her.
“You feel so good,” he said. Then he moved inside her.
Her heart soared as she locked her arms around him, her fingers clinging to his back. He held on just as tightly as they rocked together. All her dread of the fog and fear of being dead vanished, leaving only rightness.
Pleasure zoomed up on her more quickly than she would have liked. Her body was a parched desert and Derek’s lovemaking brought floodwaters rushing up from below to quench and nourish. She wanted it to go on forever, but the drenching fulfillment wouldn’t be denied.
He knew. “Come on, sweetheart,” he whispered over her ear. “Let’s go there together.”
His words brought her slamming over the peak. She shuddered and cried out in mixed pleasure and determination not to let the fog steal her away again. She clenched where they were joined, her entire body holding fast to the man she loved.
His breath caught and he groaned as he thrust home one more time and stayed there, pressed to her womb and bathing her with his release. His arms tightened around her until she couldn’t conceive of ever being alone again.
After several beautiful, quiet seconds, he whispered her name and brushed kisses over her face. Moisture on her cheeks told her she was weeping.
“Don’t cry, baby girl,” he said. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
“Don’t let go,” she said. “When dawn comes, don’t let go. I won’t leave you again.”
“I won’t let go, sweetheart. You’re mine now.”