If he'd taken her right there and then, she would have welcomed him with intense satisfaction, but she quickly realised he meant to keep her waiting, though not because he didn't want her. Desire poured through his fingertips as he caressed her arms, her legs, even her feet, touching with such exquisite sensitivity, following the touch with kisses, making love with a slow, gradual intensity that blew away all her previous experience.
Impossible to even feel shy about what he was doing, not when he looked so entranced with how she felt to him, so completely absorbed in every womanly aspect of her. It gave her the glorious sense of being incredibly special, precious, faultless, even beautiful. The way he kissed her breasts—drawing them into his mouth, tasting, licking, the slow rhythmic suction building an almost feverish pitch of excitement—completely erased any thought of them being anything but loved by him. Adored by him.
And when he moved down to do the same to her clitoris, Kathryn was totally swamped with waves of ecstatic pleasure, driven to fantastic peaks of excitement with the accompanying caress of fingers that knew exactly where to touch and when and how. She had never been made love to like this, not with such awesome, knowing sensuality. And she couldn't wait any longer to feel him inside her…this amazing, wonderful man who could stir her entire being into craving him so intensely.
'Please… I need you now,' she cried, grabbing at his arms, frantically urging him to fulfil this last ultimate need.
He responded instantly, and her own body arched in sheer euphoria as the surging power of his own desire—held back for so long—met hers and plunged forward, filling the aching void, reaching her innermost self, fusing with it. And having achieved that marvellous union, he paused there, letting her savour the bliss of it as he bent down and kissed her, taking her mouth on the same sensational journey of merging with him, increasing the sense of deep intimacy, stirring a passionate yearning for it to go on and on.
She wanted to make love to him, to let him know how she felt about him. She glided her hands up and down his back, over his buttocks, her fingers tracing the tense muscles, finding the erotic zones below his hips. It propelled him into moving, his body rocking over hers as he drove each rhythmic thrust to a thrilling depth, and she wound her legs around his thighs and swung her own body to meet his, squeezing her muscles around him, heightening the delicious friction, and her fingers raked through the
hair on his chest, up and down, up and down, inciting the fast action that would bring him to climax.
She could feel his heart pounding, matching the wild beat of her own, and inside her the ripples of pleasure growing more and more intense, white-hot excitement melting around him as he took them both to the pinnacle of absolute bliss—the sweet surrender of all control to a fulfilment that was uniquely theirs, the two of them one in brilliant harmony.
Then just holding each other, savouring the contentment of being so close, intertwined, sharing themselves in a warm silence that needed no other communication, the sense of completion leaving no space for wondering about anything. She lay with her head resting just under his chin. His hand idly stroked her hair.
Eventually her mind admitted the odd train of thought and she smiled over one of them. 'You won't ever have to club me over the head, Mitch.'
'Why would I want to club you over the head?' he asked, sounding helplessly bemused.
'Caveman…taking his woman.'
He laughed and rolled her onto her back, propping himself up one elbow to smile down at her. 'Are you telling me you'd always be willing?'
'Hmm…always is a big word,' she teased, although her mind was singing yes. She reached out and stroked his cheek, feeling the slight bristle that shadowed his jawline, finding it very masculine and sexy. 'I would expect you to listen to me.'
'I have very good hearing,' he assured her. 'Very good everything.'
'Is that so?'
'I feel extremely fortunate to be with you.'
'Indeed.' He grinned. 'I'm feeling rather lucky myself at the moment.
Kind of like Peter Pan. Completely rejuvenated. Must be all your fairy sparkles still swirling around me.'
'Fairy sparkles?'
'I look at you and think…Tinkerbell.'
'You don't!' She laughed at the fanciful thought.
'I do.' He silenced her laughter by grazing his fingers lightly over her lips. His eyes simmered with teasing pleasure as he added, 'A very alluring Tinkerbell. It's the red hair and green eyes, this beguiling mouth that promises a whole world of secret treasure, and the petite perfection of your femininity, right down to your dainty feet. Plus the most provocatively sexy ears I've ever seen.'
He bent down and blew his sexy magic into the ear closest to him, and Kathryn held her breath as the incredibly erotic sensation stirred all her nerve-ends into skittish excitement. It whizzed through her mind that she'd never curse her pixie ears again. If they turned Mitch Tyler on, she was positively blessed with them, especially when what he was moved to do was a madly electric turn-on for her.
It was on the tip of her tongue to say Harriet Lowell had to be brain- dead to allow any other man to supplant him in her bed.
A swift instinctive caution zapped the dangerous comment. Reminding him of his ex-lover would be just as horribly intrusive as reminding him of her ex-fiancé.
This was between them. Which made it different.
And to her, it was a million times better than anything she'd had with Jeremy. She hoped Mitch felt the same way. If he was comparing it to what he'd had with Harriet. A jealous sense of possessiveness drove her onto her side, pressing closer to him as she slid her arm around his back and played her fingers over the tautly delineated muscles that were so much a part of his intrinsic masculinity.
This man was hers tonight, she thought.
How they would fare together in the future she had no idea, aware there was still a lot to learn about each other, but she would never ever regret the experience of this night with him. He had made her feel good about herself. More than good. And she didn't believe it was just kindness, though it had followed fast on the heels of Jeremy's gross behaviour with her.
She lifted her face to his and he kissed her.
The quick rise of passion was promise enough that this was no one- night stand.
Not for him.
And certainly not for her.