Page 86 of Meant to Be
Outside, thunder rumbled, showing no signs of calming. The rain pelted the roof. Inside, candles flickered, flashing in his green, sensuous eyes.
His hand reached around to the back of her neck and pulled her to him in a kiss. His lips and tongue were cold, until he started brushing them across her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside in a delicious dance. Then it was hot. Kissing Mitch had quickly vaulted to the top of Sydney’s favorite things to do. It had been that way in college, but this was even better. Now that she knew what it was like to be without him, she never wanted to do it again. She’d been with other men, but none had sent fierce need spiking through her body with a single sweep of his tongue.
Mitch’s kiss both soothed and agitated. It heated her body, turning her blood to liquid heat, making her go pliant. At the same time, it built tension, coiling between her legs, creating an edgy, desperate need for attention, for release.
He must have felt it too because, a few moments later, she was out of her clothes, and his hands and lips were everywhere. It would have been easy to surrender to him, but she wanted to touch and taste. Her hands weren’t as sure as his when it came to disrobing, but she managed to get his shirt off and immediately her lips slid across his neck, kissing the scars from Iraq, wanting to soothe as well as pleasure. He moaned as she cascaded kisses lower, flicking her tongue over his nipples before sucking them between her lips. His fingers threaded her hair and held her head to him.
“Ah, Sydney. What you do to me.” His words encouraged her, made her feel a feminine power she’d never felt before.
“Tell me.”
He jerked and brought his gaze to hers. A feral desire danced in his eyes. “I’ll show and tell.”
Her heart rate jumped, thrilled at what his eyes and words promised. In a rush, they removed the last of their clothes. She barely had her panties off when he hauled her over him to straddle his hips, his arms banding around her, as his head bent, taking the taut peak of her breast between his lips.
A long hiss escaped her lips. Each tug of her breast sent sensations straight to her center. Need built and coiled, tighter and tighter, until she couldn’t think of anything but having him inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and used them to move her pelvis closer to satisfaction. Reaching between them, she wrapped her fingers around him.
“You make me want you, Syd. God, how I want you.” He kissed her again. It was nearly perfect, if only she could complete the bond. She shifted her hips again. Ready to beg if she had to.
His hands went to her hips and guided her.
“Mitch.” The moment was almost there.
He swore and pushed her hips back. She protested with a groan and fought to regain her position.
“I need you.” Her words tore out of her in a frustrated groan.
“Condom.”
She barely heard him, his voice was so strained and harsh. He tried to disentangle their bodies, and she stopped him.
“Sydney.” He let out a growl, his head dropping to her chest, as he heaved in breaths.
She was on the pill, and for several beats, she was ready to throw caution to the wind. She loved and trusted him. Believed him when he’d said he’d used a condom with the other women he’d been with. Somehow, the urgency subsided enough so she could focus on him. She framed his face with her hands, capturing his gaze with hers. Would he see she loved him? Feel that she loved him? Recognize that she trusted him?
His green eyes clouded with desire, and for a moment, she thought he understood. But his hands held her hips firmly away from where they desperately wanted to be.
“Not in the throes of passion.” His teeth gritted, and with a growl, he reached for his pants.
He was right, of course. As a doctor, she ought to know better. And yet, her love, her trust in him, was soul deep
His hands shook as he sheathed himself. His fingers threaded her hair and he pulled her lips to his in a scorching kiss that seared all her senses.
“Take what you want, Syd.” He murmured as his lips trailed down her neck, until they found purchase on the hard pearl of her breast.
“I want you.” She arched, offering herself, relishing the magnificent things his mouth was doing to her. She wished he understood her desire for him was more than sexual release. She settled over him and slid down, until he filled her. The feel of him inside her, pulsing, throbbing, was a perfection she’d never experienced, not even during their relationship in college.
She wished she could savor the moment, but her body was too impatient, too greedy. She couldn’t wait any longer. She rocked against him, her body massaging his thick arousal as her orgasm built and readied.
“I can feel you.” His erotic words made her clench again, causing his breath to hitch. One of his hands slid from her hip over her thigh. “I want to feel you come around me, Syd.”
Yesran like a mantra through her mind. His thumb dipped between her thighs and brushed over her sensitive nub.
“Come for me, Syd. Come hard.”
His thumb pressed, his lips suckled her breast, but it wasn’t needed. His words alone rocketed her to the stars, her release like a starburst, a flash of light radiating to every neuron in her body. She cried out, her hips moving of their own volition to draw out the pleasure. The friction of him, hard, hot, and sliding in and out.
As she came down from the high, she was vaguely aware he hadn’t joined her. She opened her eyes to find him watching her, a mixture of awe and something else she couldn’t identify, but hoped was love. Before she could ask him if he was okay and why he hadn’t come, he rolled her underneath him. His body spread over hers, covering her completely, lying skin to skin, heat to heat.
