Carnal Innocence

tongue lazily over her nipple and watched her eyes cloud over. “That if something’s worth doing, it’s worth taking your sweet time.”
    Her hands flexed desperately under his as he shifted to her other breast. “I can’t.”
    “Sure you can, darlin’.” He drew her into his mouth until she cried out, then gently released her. “I’m going to show you. After, if you decide you don’t like it, we’ll try again.”
    She writhed, her head turning restlessly on thepillow as the flood of sensation began to rise. With lips and teeth and tongue he savored. The air was too thick to breathe. She fought it into her lungs, hissed it out again through trembling lips. But even as her mind struggled against total submission, her body was betraying her. It reveled in the hot, primal glory of being taken. It shuddered and strained toward the wild release he held just out of reach.
    Damp flesh slid over damp flesh as he glided down her, as much a prisoner as she. A moan dragged out of her, seductive on the sultry air. He rubbed his cheek on her belly, the anticipation of intimacy swimming in his head like fine wine. Once he would have said he knew all there was to know about pleasure. Once he would have denied that the pleasure was much different with one woman than with another.
    But it was Caroline’s scent teasing his senses, her sobbing breaths quickening his heartbeat, her soft, pale skin quivering under his lips.
    And everything was different.
    She arched and bucked when he slid his tongue over the sensitive crease of her thigh. He lingered inches away from the core of heat, torturing them both until he felt her body stiffen, freeze, then go lax.
    The first ragged climax left her limp. She was floating now, weightless, no longer aware of the room or the heat, only of staggering relief. Her lips curved. Freed, her hands stroked down her own dazzled body, skimming over skin slicked with sweat until they brushed through his hair.
    “I guess I liked it after all,” she managed to say.
    “We’re not through yet.” He cupped his hands under her hips, lifted them, and devoured her.
    He shot her from contentment back into the storm so quickly the breath strangled in her throat. Her groping hands slid off his damp shoulders to grip desperately at the sheets. Wave after wave of titanic sensations battered her until there was only greed. His and her own. He was done with the gentle teasing, and the hands that had flowed over her like silk over velvet sought and demandedwith a ruthlessness that was as arousing as it was unexpected.
    There were dark pleasures here, dark secret pleasures that were born on hot summer nights. Together they thrashed over the bed, wallowing in them as freely as animals coupling in the grass.
    He fought the tide back one last time, dragging her with him with hands that shook.
    “Look at me.” His chest heaved with each breath as he braced himself over her. “Caroline, look at me.”
    Her eyes fluttered open, the irises dark as midnight.
    “This is more.” He lowered his mouth to hers and the words were muffled against her lips as he plunged into her. “This is more.”
    Spent, she lay drowsing, content with Tucker’s weight. There were a few aches beginning to make themselves known, but even that made her smile. She’d always considered herself an adequate lover—though at the end Luis had certainly disagreed—but she’d never felt quite so smug before.
    She gave a little sigh and stretched. With a grunt, Tucker rolled to reverse positions. “Better?” he asked when she lay on top of him, her head on his chest.
    “It was fine before.” She smiled again. “Just fine.” Another sigh and she opened heavy eyes. After a moment’s bafflement she realized they were sprawled over the foot of the bed. “How did we get down here?”
    “Dexterity. Give me a few minutes and we can work our way up to the other end.”
    “Hmm.” She pressed her lips to his chest. “The rain stopped. Only it’s even hotter than before.”
    “We might have had something to do with that.”
    Caroline roused herself to lift her head. “You know what I want?”
    “Honey, once I get my energy back, I’ll do my best to give you anything you want.”
    “I’ll remember that. But …” She lowered her mouth to his. “What I want right now, what I really needright now, is ice cream.” She grinned down at him. “Want some ice cream, Tucker?”
    “I might be able to choke some down. Now that you