Cross My Heart (A Contemporary Romance Novel)

his. His body knew she belonged to him, and he didn’t give a damn about anything else.
    The sweet peaks of her nipples drove him crazy. He bit down harder than he meant to and looked up, afraid he’d hurt her. But her gasp of surprise held pleasure, too, and her hands were still on the pillow above her head, where he’d put them.
    The sight did something to him, made him feel like a barbarian king. He looked down, and saw the glint of moonlight on her belly ring. With a groan he lowered his mouth to the little piece of metal that had haunted his dreams, dipping his tongue into the dimple of her naval, feeling a rush of satisfaction when she shuddered against him.
    He went lower. “Spread your legs,” he said in a voice so raw he didn’t recognize it.
    She complied, and he moved between her thighs, kissing her there as he moved closer to the place he really wanted to be. When he heard Jenna moan he smiled against her skin.
    He urged her legs wider apart. When he bent his head close he felt her trembling, and he gripped her hips hard, holding her in place.
    He was drunk in seconds, ravenous for her. He showed her no mercy, delving into her body with tongue and fingers until she was twisting against him helplessly.
    He’d never felt so attuned to a woman. He knew exactly where to touch her, when to go hard and fast and when to pull back, taking her close but not letting her go over until she was frantic with want, writhing so desperately it was hard to hold her down. Only then did he take her over the edge, his own heart pounding when she cried out his name, greedy for her pleasure as he drank in every spasm, every quiver, every tremor as she came slowly down from the crest.
    Even then he went on kissing her softly, moving back up her body until he could look down into her eyes. Her skin was flushed, her face glowing.
    She took a deep breath. “I’m going to make you pay for that.”
    He brushed the hair away from her face. Before this moment, he wouldn’t have believed that anything could make her look more beautiful. “Should I be afraid?”
    She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him onto his back, throwing a leg across him to straddle his hips. “Very afraid.”
    He forced himself to stay still. “Are you planning an assault on my virtue?”
    “I am.” She slid along his body, kissing her way down his torso. Every muscle in his body was tense with anticipation.
    She took him in her mouth, and his hips jerked in response.
    It was too much. He slid a hand into her hair and tried to control himself, but there wasn’t a chance in hell he could handle this. Not when he’d wanted her for so long.
    He took her by the shoulders and pulled her up to him.
    “You have to stop. I’m close, and I need to be inside you. Please tell me you have condoms.”
    “You tortured me for hours,” she said softly, her mouth close to his ear. “I can’t believe you stopped me after five seconds.”
    “I didn’t torture you for hours. Ten minutes, tops. Back to the condom question…”
    “I have them.” She moved over him and pressed a kiss to his chest. “But...” she hesitated, looking up. “I’m also on the Pill. I haven’t been with anyone in more than a year. I had a checkup a few months ago and I’m healthy. So, if you want...” She trailed off.
    He pulled her down for a kiss. The knowledge that she hadn’t been with a man in so long made him happier than it should have.
    “I’m healthy, too,” he told her. “I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year, and I had a physical last month.” He swallowed. “So, yeah, I want.”
    They looked at each other for a long moment. She rose up over him, her knees on either side of his hips.
    She looked like a goddess, her skin drenched in moonlight. Then, so slowly he thought it might kill him, she took every inch of his hard length inside her.
    He was afraid he’d explode right then and there. He was harder than granite, every muscle in his body rigid as he stared up at her. She was hot and tight and perfect for him, and he would have told her so except his mouth had gone dry and he couldn’t draw a deep breath, and he couldn’t say anything but her name.
    Even that came out as a ragged whisper. His hands settled on her hips, trying to urge her to move, but she just smiled.
    “If I can’t torture you one way, I’ll torture you another.”
    She lifted up slowly, and came down again even more slowly.
    Need slammed through him. He grabbed her