Return to Me by Christy Reece Page B

his mouth and arms. His tongue plunged, retreated, and plunged again, over and over, building heat, creating tension and even more need. Samara was to the point of trying to climb his body when he stopped, scooped her up, and carried her to the bed. The memory of the last time he did this, but left her lying on the bed, went through her. She soon learned he had no intention of leaving. He placed her on the bed, stripped off her panties, and spread her legs wide.
    “Noah!”
    Triumphant, glittering eyes gleamed up at her. “Everything, Mara. I want it all.” Opening the folds of her sex, he bent his head and licked her as if she were a melting ice-cream cone.
    Bucking her hips toward him, she groaned at the thrust and retreat of his tongue, first on her clit, then another lick over her entire sex … then a full thrust into her vagina. Release blasted through her with volcanic intensity. … Bucking up against him, riding his tongue, she screamed his name.
    Before she could recover, Noah lifted himself away from her, slid a condom up his hard length, and plunged. Another scream … this time for a completely different reason. “Noah … wait …”
    His penis throbbing, insistent inside her, he held still as his hot mouth, moving with delicate precision over her face and neck, whispered, “Shh. Wait a minute, sweetheart. It’ll get easier.” The soft, almost tortured words muttered against her neck speared straight to her sex, causing her to throb and spasm, allowing him fully inside her. “Mara, you feel so damned good.”
    The pain subsided as quickly as it came and with it came a realization of fullness she’d never experienced. Wrapping her legs around his hips, her arms around his shoulders, she enfolded him and gave him everything he asked for and more.
    Noah rode her hard, knowing he was going too fast, giving her too much, too soon, and unable to stop himself. Control had been his life for so long and now that control was as close to being shattered as it’d ever been. His eyes locked with hers. They were glazed with passion and heat. … He pumped harder. She was going to come. … He could see it in her eyes, feel the tension in her body, winding tighter and tighter.
    When she let out a little scream and he felt her pulsing around him, he forced that control, not wanting to give in too soon, not wanting to let go too quickly. God, she felt so good … so right. As her gasping sobs quieted down, Noah finally allowed himself the freedom of release. He plunged, retreated, plunged again. … Bright, colorful fluorescent lights burst behind his eyes, electricity and heat zipped up his spine as his body exploded.
    Burying his face against her shoulder, Noah gasped against her soft, fragrant skin as he fought to control another surge of desire. He could take her all night long with no problem. Going months without sex usually meant full gluttony when his body finally let go. He couldn’t do that to Samara. For one thing, she was too small. She’d be tender tomorrow just from this one time. Another, larger reason existed. He’d just made a mistake of monumental proportions. No way in hell did he intend to repeat it.
    He gritted his teeth as he withdrew, his cock hard and throbbing again, wanting to drive back into her, relive the tight, hot clasp he’d just experienced. It had been years since he’d done something so incredibly stupid. He wished he could blame it on Samara, but he’d been the one to initiate it. The one to take her. Now he had to live with the consequences of his stupidity.
    “Noah.”
    The way she groaned his name said it all. Deep satisfaction, total satiation, and insatiable hunger. Exactly the way he felt and the very reason he couldn’t take this any further.
    He pulled himself off her and then from the bed. She raised her head, her expression startled, then confused.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “We need to get back to work.”
    She wilted like a tender young flower under a blazing sun.