A Woman's Touch

harsh with a desire that was barely held in check. „I feel like I’m going to explode.“ He bent his head and kissed the valley between her breasts. „Keep going. I want your hands on me everywhere.“
    She knew what he was asking for, but a part of her hesitated. She’d been dreaming of this for two months but suddenly things seemed to be moving too quickly. „Kyle?“
    „Everywhere.“ He captured one of her trailing hands and drew it down to his pulsing manhood. „Oh, yeah, baby.“
    His western drawl was suddenly more pronounced. It gave his voice a dark, sexy sound that was as exciting as his touch. „That’s what I want. Just like that. Please.“
    She stroked him gently, her uncertainty giving way to a thrilling excitement as she felt him respond to her. He was large and wholly male, a creature built for taking what he wanted in life. But tonight he was hers to command. He would never hurt her. But she knew he would take everything she chose to give. And she wanted to give him everything.
    „That’s enough,“ Kyle said suddenly. His hand closed around her wrist, and he pulled her fingers away from their intimate exploration. „Any more of that right now, and I won’t last another minute.“
    Rebecca laughed up at him with silent satisfaction, glorying in her ability to make him respond so strongly to her.
    Her confidence was growing by leaps and bounds now. „If I’m not allowed to touch you, how are we going to pass the time?“
    „I’ve got a few ideas on the subject.“ He stroked his hand along the length of her, his palm sweeping over her breasts and down to the rounded softness of her thighs. „Open your legs for me, Becky. It’s my turn to touch you.“
    She obeyed slowly, her sense of vulnerability increasing again. But her need to experience the full range of his lovemaking was overpowering. She turned her head into his chest and gasped as he slid his fingers into her warmth.
    „You’re ready for me, aren’t you? Tell me you want me.“
    „I want you.“
    „You’re so soft and responsive,“ he marveled. „So warm and wet.“
    She twisted sensually as he probed intimately. Her eyes squeezed shut against the wave of sensation that swept through her. Her fingers tightened on his arms as she clung to him. Her legs tangled with his and she instinctively moved her foot caressingly along his bare calf.
    Kyle’s reaction to her soft, seductive movements was even more violent than her own response to him. Within minutes they were both breathing quickly, grasping each other, arching, writhing, offering, pleading.
    „Ah, sweetheart, I can’t take any more of this,“ Kyle grated. „I planned to make this first time last all night, but that was one hell of a stupid idea. I can see that now. I need you too much. I’ve waited so long. I can’t wait any longer.“ He leaned across her, fumbling with the drawer of the table that stood beside the bed. He grabbed a small foil packet and ripped it open.
    „Please, Kyle. Please. Now. I want you. I’ve never felt this way before. Please.“
    „Let me inside you,“ he muttered as he settled her onto her back and loomed over her. His eyes were glittering gemstones in the dark shadows. His face was a taut mask of desire. „I need to be inside you. I need to know you’re mine.“
    She parted her legs for him again, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he moved quickly to take possession of her soft, womanly secrets. She held her breath as she felt him guide himself to the entrance of her body.
    „Open your eyes, baby. Look at me. I want to see you looking at me when I take you.“ Kyle’s fingers moved in her hair.
    She lifted her lashes, knowing full well that she was revealing her need, her subtle, primitive, feminine fear of surrender and her love. When she met his gaze she struggled desperately to see beneath the surface of his hard, demanding desire. But it was impossible. His raging need dominated everything in that moment.
    „I love you, Kyle,“ she said for the second time that night.
    „Show me, baby. Take me inside and show me.“ He pushed into her abruptly, thrusting hard until he had lodged himself deeply within her. She welcomed him, crying out with soft pleasure. He drank the small sounds from her lips, savoring them.
    He was still for a moment, his whole body taut with the effort. He waited until they had both adjusted to the intimate connection and then began to move.
    Each stroke was slow, sure and as deep