Page 89 of Desire's Ransom
Which made falling into an embrace with her as easy as tumbling into the stream.
And once in the currents of their shared yearning, he found that love growing stronger and stronger, pulling him down in pleasure, threatening to drown him in joy.
Their lips collided again and again as they feasted on earthly delights. Holding her face between his hands, he teased her mouth open with his. He tasted her fully, reveling in her awe as their tongues met and mingled.
He moved his palms out then to bury his fingers in her hair. She moaned and leaned into his kiss.
Her hands, once placed innocently on his chest, now roved over his shoulders and slipped around his neck, pulling him even closer.
Desire poured like warm honey over his body. And like a bee to a flower, he fed upon her sweet nectar again and again.
Soon he felt the familiar ache of lust between his thighs. Caught up in the seductive moment, he nudged that part of him against her, hoping to ease his pain.
She gasped against his lips, and he backed off, afraid he had hurt her.
But she ground her hips against his again with a reassuring groan of need, pressing him back until he was pinned against the cave wall.
There was no mistake. She wanted him.
