Destiny by Carly Phillips Page A

wondering why we were so stupid,” she said, as liquid heat lit a fire inside her and she arched against him, enjoying the intimate contact.
    “As long as we make up for lost time, I think we can go easy on ourselves.”
    She had no time to reply.
    He lifted one breast in his hand, then lowered his head and pulled her rigid nipple into his warm mouth. Heat slammed through her like wild fire. Though he started slowly, letting her acclimate to his touch, he quickly accelerated his pace. His tongue flickered over her breast, fast and furious licks that had her thrusting her hands into his hair and pulling him closer to her body, not wanting him to stop.
    He sensed her need, and while he worked at one breast with his lips, his tongue, and his teeth, he grasped the other with his free hand. Using his thumb and forefinger, he rolled that nipple back and forth, creating exquisite friction that pulled like a never-ending band between his fingertips and the dampness that pooled between her legs. He was eternally patient, relentlessly determined.
    Her throat filled with need and her body bucked beneath his, searching for more of what he was giving her, needing to be filled by the hard ridge pulsing with life and desire against her mound.
    She curled her fingers into his back and moaned. “Now—you—inside me,” she managed between gasps.
    Suddenly he released her breasts, allowing the sensations to ebb and the yearning for him to be inside her to grow. She forced her eyelids open and discovered him going down. Down her stomach, trailing soft kisses over her rib cage and her belly until he reached the place that throbbed with emptiness.
    Being naked with him was intimate, having sex with him was too, but letting him do this created an even deeper connection between them than she was ready to face. But he wasn’t asking for her permission and when he settled himself at the apex of her thighs and kissed her there , thinking was no longer involved at all.
    Almost reverently, he licked her with his tongue, and the crescendo of need began to build all over again. He braced his hands on her legs and pried them apart, pausing long enough to look up, meet her gaze, and show her with his clouded blue eyes and taut expression how much he wanted this too.
    “Relax,” he said, rubbing his thumbs along the sensitive skin of her thighs.
    He then returned to his mission, which she immediately understood by the caress of his tongue along her inner folds. Long, loving laps of his tongue alternated with short nibbles of the tiny bud that brought her closer to climax. Strokes followed by delicious nibbles, ending with the thrust of his tongue deep inside her, and Kelly lost track of reality.
    All she cared about was the pleasure that lay just out of reach but so close she could almost taste it, and she lifted her hips and allowed him deeper. Obviously sensing her need, he parted her, and between the plunge of his tongue and the sudden pressure of his fingertip on exactly the right spot, Kelly’s world flew apart.
    She shattered, her orgasm sending her into a never-ending roller-coaster ride of pleasure. Pleasure Nash seemed determined to continue because he didn’t stop, deep glides of his tongue and perfect circles against her mound that allowed wave after wave to rock her to her core.
    And when the pleasure finally wound down, her body too sensitive for more, she heard the ripping of a condom, felt the rustle of movement, and suddenly Nash thrust deep into her body, filling her exactly the way she’d imagined during that long, intense climax. He fits, she thought when she could think at all, fits so perfectly, and she shut her eyes and let go.
    Pure pleasure coursed through Nash, as Kelly surrounded him in damp heat. Need slammed into him hard.
    “Open your eyes,” he said roughly against her ear. “I want to see how I make you feel.” Because in his wildest dreams, he’d never experienced anything like this—anything like her—ever