long.” He plunged deep and was still. He closed his eyes. “I want to stay in you forever.” Then he was driving with a wild ferocity that shook them both to their foundations. The tension grew, spiraled, and then exploded into a brilliant release of beauty and rapture.
He collapsed on top of her, his chest moving harshly with his labored breathing.
“Damn, wasn’t that wonderful?” He lifted his head and looked down at her. “Mine. You’re mine now. I told you we belonged together.” He kissed her with loving affection. “Don’t you feel it, love? Why don’t you admit I was right all along and we were meant to live happily ever after?”
Her breath was still coming in little gasps and her heart hadn’t steadied its wild pounding, but she had to laugh helplessly up at him. “Gideon, don’t you ever give up? This is taking unfair advantage of my vulnerable situation.”
His eyes twinkled. “Oh, do you feel vulnerable?
Now I wonder why?” He stirred lazily within her. “Of course, I guess certain important strongholds have been invaded.” His hands released her hair and reached down to cup her breasts. “And certain outposts have totally surrendered, but I can’t see why you should feel vulnerable.” The stirring was no longer lazy, but demanding. “I think maybe I’m going to see if I can make you feel that way again.”
She inhaled sharply as his lips closed on her breast, and his teeth nibbled delicately. “I didn’t think … not so soon.”
“I didn’t either. I believe I’m starving. I can’t get enough.” His head lifted and he looked down at her. “I may never get enough of you.”
He began to move and Serena realized she might never get enough of Gideon either.
The brush of Gideon’s lips against her cheek was as velvet soft as the warm glance of the sun. Strange that she should recognize his touch even in this state of half waking, she thought drowsily, as she turned her cheek to invite more than a light caress. It was as if she had known the touch and feel of him for a millennium of intimacy rather than a few short hours. Even if she were blind and deaf she’d know him by that gentle touch alone.
“Open your eyes, love.”
Her heavy lids lifted to see him bending over her, his dark eyes warm and intent. She lifted a lazy hand to stroke the crescent creases in his lean cheek. “Is it morning?”
“No.” He turned his head to capture her fingers with his lips, nibbling at the tips for a delicious moment before releasing them. “But I’m lonely. I need your undivided attention for a while.”
She chuckled, as her arms slid over his naked shoulders. “You’ve had my undivided attention for more times than I can count tonight. But I’m always ready to oblige.” Her tongue brushed the hollow under his shoulder blade. He tasted good. Salty and strong and alive.
“I’m not quite the satyr you think me, you insatiable wench,” he said as he settled back on the pillows and pulled her back into his arms, cradling her dark head in the hollow of the shoulder she’d just caressed. “You don’t appreciate the fact that I’m a very sensitive fellow. I have other needs besides the purely physical, you know.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” she said teasingly, one hand moving to play lazily with the soft thatch of hair on his chest. This hair was sun-streaked, just like the rumpled lock hanging down on his forehead, she noticed idly. “You must admit you haven’t been displaying much of your soulful side tonight. It was only natural for me to assume that you wanted more of the same.” She raised her head to look down at him, the silken veil of her dark hair brushing his chest. “By all means, bare your sensitive soul. I’m waiting with bated breath.” Then, as she saw the flicker of disappointment in the depths of his eyes, she sobered abruptly. Obviously he had been sincere, not teasing. She bent swiftly and kissed him with infinite gentleness. “Tell me,” she
He collapsed on top of her, his chest moving harshly with his labored breathing.
“Damn, wasn’t that wonderful?” He lifted his head and looked down at her. “Mine. You’re mine now. I told you we belonged together.” He kissed her with loving affection. “Don’t you feel it, love? Why don’t you admit I was right all along and we were meant to live happily ever after?”
Her breath was still coming in little gasps and her heart hadn’t steadied its wild pounding, but she had to laugh helplessly up at him. “Gideon, don’t you ever give up? This is taking unfair advantage of my vulnerable situation.”
His eyes twinkled. “Oh, do you feel vulnerable?
Now I wonder why?” He stirred lazily within her. “Of course, I guess certain important strongholds have been invaded.” His hands released her hair and reached down to cup her breasts. “And certain outposts have totally surrendered, but I can’t see why you should feel vulnerable.” The stirring was no longer lazy, but demanding. “I think maybe I’m going to see if I can make you feel that way again.”
She inhaled sharply as his lips closed on her breast, and his teeth nibbled delicately. “I didn’t think … not so soon.”
“I didn’t either. I believe I’m starving. I can’t get enough.” His head lifted and he looked down at her. “I may never get enough of you.”
He began to move and Serena realized she might never get enough of Gideon either.
The brush of Gideon’s lips against her cheek was as velvet soft as the warm glance of the sun. Strange that she should recognize his touch even in this state of half waking, she thought drowsily, as she turned her cheek to invite more than a light caress. It was as if she had known the touch and feel of him for a millennium of intimacy rather than a few short hours. Even if she were blind and deaf she’d know him by that gentle touch alone.
“Open your eyes, love.”
Her heavy lids lifted to see him bending over her, his dark eyes warm and intent. She lifted a lazy hand to stroke the crescent creases in his lean cheek. “Is it morning?”
“No.” He turned his head to capture her fingers with his lips, nibbling at the tips for a delicious moment before releasing them. “But I’m lonely. I need your undivided attention for a while.”
She chuckled, as her arms slid over his naked shoulders. “You’ve had my undivided attention for more times than I can count tonight. But I’m always ready to oblige.” Her tongue brushed the hollow under his shoulder blade. He tasted good. Salty and strong and alive.
“I’m not quite the satyr you think me, you insatiable wench,” he said as he settled back on the pillows and pulled her back into his arms, cradling her dark head in the hollow of the shoulder she’d just caressed. “You don’t appreciate the fact that I’m a very sensitive fellow. I have other needs besides the purely physical, you know.”
“I hadn’t noticed,” she said teasingly, one hand moving to play lazily with the soft thatch of hair on his chest. This hair was sun-streaked, just like the rumpled lock hanging down on his forehead, she noticed idly. “You must admit you haven’t been displaying much of your soulful side tonight. It was only natural for me to assume that you wanted more of the same.” She raised her head to look down at him, the silken veil of her dark hair brushing his chest. “By all means, bare your sensitive soul. I’m waiting with bated breath.” Then, as she saw the flicker of disappointment in the depths of his eyes, she sobered abruptly. Obviously he had been sincere, not teasing. She bent swiftly and kissed him with infinite gentleness. “Tell me,” she
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