Part 48 (1/2)
He gathered her close, then lowered his head, kissing her with all the greedy urgency that he'd kept in check for the past few hours. While he kissed her, he found the b.u.t.tons of her s.h.i.+rt, opening them with hands that he couldn't hold steady.
He grinned to himself. Some day, he'd have to tell her that most American women wore bras. But not yet, not when he had such ready access to her wonderful b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
He pushed the fabric aside, cupping her in his hands, sighing in pleasure as he felt her tight nipples press into his palms.
”That feels so good.”
”Yes. But it will be better when all this clothing isn't in the way.”
He pulled his own s.h.i.+rt over his head, then dragged hers off her shoulders so that he could slide her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his chest.
When she made a small strangled sound, his gaze shot to her face, fearful that in his hunger he had pushed her too far, too fast. But he only saw his own pleasure mirrored there.
His movements almost out of control, he unhooked the snap at the front of her waistband, then lowered her zipper so he could shuck off her pants. When he had her naked, he slid his hands over her rounded bottom caressing her there, before reaching lower to slide his fingers between her folds.
”What do you call that part of me?” she murmured.
”What do you call it?”
”Down there,” she answered in a husky voice.
He laughed. ”Not very romantic.”
”Tell me something better.”
He considered all the alternatives, some of them clinical, some of them straight from the gutter. ”There are lots of words we could use. How do you like p.u.s.s.y?”
”p.u.s.s.y? Like a cat?”
”Yeah. Because I want to stroke you there.”
Her hand slid between them and closed around his erection. ”And this is your c.o.c.k.”
”Yes,” he managed. ”And if you keep your hand there, you're going to make me come.”
”That's another word for s.e.xual climax... for when the good feelings explode through you?”
”Yeah. But I think the anatomy and physiology lesson is over for the moment.” Picking her up in his arms, he carried her to the bed, bending to pull aside the spread and the top sheet before laying her down so that he could climb out of his pants.
Taking her to bed had been a natural impulse. But as he stood over her, naked and ready for s.e.x, he could see the mixture of arousal and worry on her face, and he knew that the symbolism of the bed was quite different for her.
Slowly he eased to the side of the mattress, so that he was sitting beside her.
When he reached to stroke back her hair, he saw her eyes screw shut and her jaw tighten.
”Over by the door, you were aroused. But lying down here scares you.”
She didn't answer, but the harsh sound of her breathing told him what he needed to know.
”I think this isn't such a good idea,” he muttered.