Donovans 01 - Amber Beach

his mouth to hers. He meant to be gentle and polite and patient and all those things a man is supposed to be the first time he kisses a woman he wants to seduce, but adrenaline was still lighting up his blood. Even if it hadn’t been, he would have been in over his head with a single taste of her. His body had been on a sexual red alert since the first time he saw Honor.
    The kiss went from simple contact to raw passion with the speed of a burning fuse. Honor didn’t fight it or the man who was holding her. She was discovering that she had never needed anything as much as she needed the heat of Jake’s body against hers, the hunger of his tongue thrusting into her mouth, the friction of his big hands rubbing over her from shoulders to hips and back, rocking her against him.
    She responded without hesitation or thought, matching him hunger for hunger, thrust for thrust, her hands kneading his body with a liberty that would have shocked her if she were thinking at all. But she wasn’t. She was just feeling, and what she was feeling made her melt and run in his hands like liquid silk.
    When he finally tore his mouth free of hers, she was on her back, her thighs were wrapped around the rough fabric of his jeans, and she was making husky noises in her throat. Hot, sexy, reckless, she rubbed against him until the satin fire of her heat sank through his jeans and into him.
    Even as Jake raked his fingers through his pocket, seeking a condom, he knew he should slow down, give Honor a chance to change her mind. But he didn’t want to. He didn’t even know if he could. He needed her too much.
    Just when he was on the point of finding out how much self-control he had left, she arched, dragging herself over his erection. He stopped thinking at all. He barely managed to slow down long enough to put on the condom before he sank into the heat between her thighs. She fit him better than the high-tech condom, hotter, sleeker. He groaned and pushed into her until she could take no more of him.
    But he wanted to go even deeper. She was tight and wet and he would go crazy if he couldn’t bury himself completely in her.
    Honor made a low sound and tried to ease the stretching feeling of having Jake inside her body. Sex had never been particularly comfortable for her. It was one of the reasons she had tried it only a few times.
    “Jake?”
    “Easy, honey. Take a deep breath and let it out.”
    “I can’t. You haven’t left me any room!”
    “Sure there is.” He bit her lower lip tenderly. Her breath jerked in, then unraveled in a broken sigh when he ran his tongue over her lip like a cat licking cream. “See?” he asked.
    She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to see. She knew only that he filled her in a way that made her restless. But it wasn’t really uncomfortable. Not anymore. Nothing like her memories, where discomfort and disappointment in sex finally became boredom and impatience to get the whole thing over with.
    “Go ahead,” she said. “It’s okay now.”
    “Okay isn’t nearly good enough.”
    Jake shifted just enough to get his hand between their bodies. He circled around the tight, sensitive lips holding him until she shivered and sultry heat licked over his fingers. He captured the sleek love knot and rubbed until her breath broke again and passion welled up slick and hot between them.
    “Lock your legs around me again,” he said, his voice almost rough.
    “But”
    Honor’s voice broke as his fingers plucked, sending the most incredible sensations splintering through her. Her hips jerked and jerked again, seeking him hungrily, sliding over him, taking all of him and wanting every bit of it.
    He fought against losing control as he sank deeply into her. He told himself to slow down, to take her with him over the edge, but it was already too late. His whole body corded as he came with a violence that made him shout through his clenched teeth.
    Arms tight around Jake’s back, Honor held him close, his body locked to hers. The shudders that racked him set off silvery shivers deep inside her, like light stirring before dawn. The feeling was as new as her pleasure in holding a man buried deep inside her. She found that she liked Jake’s weight, his powerful body completely relaxed against hers, his broken breathing gradually evening out, his skin sleek and sweaty beneath her hands.
    Without understanding why, she turned her head, tasted his salty shoulder, and bit him not quite gently. She felt the