Donovans 01 - Amber Beach

ripple of response that went through him. Relaxation changed into tension. He burrowed against her neck and returned the love bite with slow deliberation.
    The odd, glittery feelings swirled through Honor again. She shifted restlessly. He bit her again, harder. Heat splintered through her. With a soft cry she arched, giving herself to the startling pleasure of his mouth against her neck. He sucked on her hot skin and rocked slowly between her legs. With every motion he made, the quicksilver sensations increased in her until she couldn’t breathe.
    “Jake?” she whispered, not even realizing that she spoke.
    “I know. I’ll take care of it.”
    Before she could ask what he meant, he lifted himself off her and reached for his jeans again.
    “No,” she said, grabbing hold of his arm, afraid that he thought she wanted him to stop.
    “You want to put it on me this time, is that it?”
    Honor didn’t know what she wanted. It took her a few moments even to understand what Jake was talking about. Then she grabbed the small packet, tore it open, and looked from the condom to him. Curious in a way she never had been before about a man, she ran her fingertip from the blunt base of his erection all the way to the broad tip. Smooth but not soft, not cool to the touch
    “Amber man,” she said. “Stone that burns.”
    His breath hissed in at her words and delicate, questing touch. “A side benefit of going off like a teenager seems to be the speed of recovery.”
    “What do you mean?” Honor asked without looking up. She was finding that she liked all the textures of his masculinity. She more than liked them. She was fascinated by her amber lover.
    “I know I didn’t please you,” he said.
    That got her attention. “What are you talking about? You gave me more pleasure than I’ve ever had from sex.”
    Jake stared at her for a moment, trying to subdue the sudden, wild hammering of his blood. He might as well have saved his energy for what was coming. He wanted her as much as he had the first time. Then with a sense of shock he realized that he wanted her even more.
    “You know,” he said as he reached for Honor, “I was thinking that the second time was going to be easy for me, lots of patience for technique and no worrying about too soon or too late or not at all. Wrong again.”
    Honor blinked. “I’m missing something.”
    “You sure are.”
    His smile was slow and thorough. It set every one of her nerves alight.
    “So tell me,” she said.
    “Put that on me, honey. There are times when words just don’t get the job done.”
    With a sideways look, she began smoothing the condom into place. She wasn’t experienced enough to be quick about it, but Jake didn’t complain. He just watched with eyes that burned. When she was finished, she faced him.
    “Now what?” she asked.
    “Now I do what I’ve been wanting to do ever since that alarm clock of yours interrupted my one attempt at shaving in the past month.”
    He slid his hands up Honor’s calves and kept on going until her thighs separated beneath his caressing palms. She made a startled sound when he bent and tasted her as though she were an exotic dessert. Then her breathing shattered into a word that was his name.
    “Don’t worry about a thing,” he said, circling the hot love knot with his tongue. “This one is on me.”
    She didn’t know what he meant until the quicksilver feelings of pleasure changed into sharp, burning claws raking her into full arousal for the first time in her life. When she thought she could bear no more of the twisting, relentless, fiery tension, she told him to stop the sweet torment. He laughed and slid long fingers into her, stretching her even as he sucked on the sweet knot of her desire. Suddenly she had no voice, no words, nothing but an ecstasy so unexpected and astonishing that she would have screamed if she had the breath.
    Jake entered her at the peak of her climax, driving her even higher, teaching her with every stroke of his body that she had reservoirs of sensuality and strength that she had never suspected. He was teaching himself, too. The soul-deep honesty of her response took his own arousal to new heights, new intensity, new possibilities.
    Her broken words of passion and love pushed him over the edge. His last coherent thought was that he was a fool to give and take so much from a woman whose love would turn to hate as soon as she found out who he really was.
    A few hours later Jake came close