Awakened by a Kiss by Lila DiPasqua Page A

repeated his words.
    He frowned. “It’s raining, ma belle .”
    “It doesn’t matter.” She pulled his shirt out from his opened breeches. “Take this off.”
    He gave her one of his heart-fluttering smiles and removed his shirt, tossing it onto the blanket. His thick, hard cock strained out of his breeches.
    A steady drizzle now fell from the sky. She watched with heated fascination as water droplets hit his chest and rolled down his skin, dripped off his stiff sex.
    Desire swamped her senses. She had to touch him. Curling her fingers around his shaft, she stroked him, moving her hand languidly up and down his length.
    He groaned. His mouth was on hers in an instant, his skilled fingers pulling and loosening and opening the front of her gown, exposing her to her waist.
    Cool rain against her warm breasts was startling. Exhilarating. His hot mouth latched on to her breast. He sucked greedily. Each tantalizing pull dragged a moan up her throat and made her sex wetter. She arched to him, her fingers tangling in his damp hair. He turned to her other breast and feasted on it with equal finesse. Suckling. Laving. Gently biting. Her legs almost gave way.
    The moment his mouth returned to hers, she kissed him voraciously, trailing her mouth along his jaw, down his neck, his chest. His wet skin was delicious. But it wasn’t enough. After a night of oral pleasures—not to mention the morning, too—she had to taste him again, hungry to have him in her mouth. Only two days left to create memories she’d cherish for a lifetime. Then he’d be gone for good. She pushed back the sadness and regret and lowered herself to her knees.
    His eyes narrowed, knowing exactly what she was about. She looked up at him, rain on her face. His dark hair wet, he fixed his green eyes on her. Holding his gaze, she gripped the base of his erection and brushed her lips across the sensitive tip. His breath hitched. Reveling in his heated response, she swirled her tongue around the head of his penis.
    “Catherine,” he rasped, his fingers gripping her head.
    Impatient, she plunged him deep into her mouth. A throaty growl erupted out of him, his hips jerking slightly.
    “Dieu . . . ” Adrien had to close his eyes, his head falling back. If the feel of her sucking his cock weren’t enough, the sight of her submissively on her knees pleasuring him was too much. “I love your mouth,” he groaned. It took everything he had not to grab her hair and thrust like a madman. Instead, he let her dictate the pace.
    His ragged breaths mingled with the sounds of rain. The cool raindrops teeming over his bare chest and arms were a magnificent contrast to the heat of her mouth. She drew him in and dragged him out, tender, yet ravenous—so uniquely Catherine. She had him on fire, as always.
    Every fiber of his being was acutely aware not only of the sensations inundating him, but of the very woman inspiring them. He was going to come. Hard. Soon. But not this way. Not this time.
    Opening his eyes, their gazes locked. She slid him out of her mouth and licked off the dab of pre-come that dripped from his tip. Strands of her auburn hair were plastered to her shoulders and wet creamy breasts. Gently removing her hand from his cock, Adrien lowered himself to his knees, the blanket wet, and cupped her face.
    She furrowed her delicate brow. “Have I done something incorrectly?”
    “No, you were perfect.” She was, in every way that mattered. Everything a man could want and more.
    And he wanted her—too much.
    Threading his fingers through her wet hair, he ran his tongue along her bottom lip before giving her a long, languorous kiss. A shiver of delight quivered through her.
    “I want to make love to you.” He sat down on the blanket, not caring that it was soaked. “Come here.” His voice was rough with need.
    The sweetest smile graced her lips.
    A few easy movements and his auburn beauty was straddling him. She slipped her arms around him. Her breaths were