Riley was desperate for Hannah. Desperate and greedy. And she for him. Their kisses were primitive and wild, a raging storm of need, too long repressed.
The desire to woo Hannah, to seduce her gently, to cast aside all fear and pain, was lost; vanished on a tide of need so overwhelming there was no turning back, no time for second thoughts, no time except to feel.
Hannah moaned in welcome, opening her mouth to him. Riley plunged his tongue forward, probing deeply, to mate with hers in a frenzied erotic game. He lowered his head and dragged a gulp of air into his lungs as he blazed fire-hot, love-hot kisses down her throat and neck. Her hands clawed at him, wanting more, demanding more. He tangled his fingers in her hair and rushed his mouth back to hers. Her lips were wet and warm and welcome, so damned welcome.
The sound of her whimper was the purest form of ecstasy he'd ever known. His groan echoed hers as he dragged his hands, almost against his will, down the silky-smooth front of her gown. He was rewarded as the fullness of her breasts filled his palms. Her nipples hardened instantly, and it was all Riley could do not to cry out. Hannah whimpered anew and arched toward him.
Riley's hands continued their downward progression, resting on the swell of her abdomen that was their growing child, reminding him of the rich fruit their lovemaking had planted.
"I'm so big," she moaned between kisses.
"So damned beautiful."
His hands roved around the thickness of her waist and over the sculpted contours of her hips to the perfect roundness of her buttocks. He dragged her closer to him, savoring the feel of her against the heat of his groin. Inch by sweet inch, Riley's fingers worked the silk gown upward until his hands met her bare thighs. Fire, the hottest he'd ever known, singed his fingers as he stroked the warm silk on the insides of her smooth legs.
"Hannah…" He felt he had to warn her of the coming invasion. "I'm going to touch you."
"Yes, oh… please." She parted for him, her eyes bright with passion, locking with his in the muted moonlight. She bit into her lower lip as his finger slipped steadily upward. She groaned softly as he deftly parted the folds of her womanhood. Riley stilled, his heart racing, afraid he was doing something to pain her.
"Don't stop," she pleaded, her long fingers digging into his shoulders. Her hips swayed, urging him to continue. Riley didn't need any encouragement. He wanted this as much as she did. He was ready to explode, had been from their first kiss and he wasn't even inside her yet.
His finger continued its silken journey until he'd sunk as far as he dared go. The heat of her, the moist honey of her readiness produced a groan of heady excitement from Riley.
"Are you ready?" Her body was prepared, but he found it equally important that she be mentally primed for the physical realities of their lovemaking.