Heart Of Atlantis

lovely ass on the ledge that surrounded the shower, which clearly had been built with her in mind, since it put her at exactly the right height for him to bend down and take her other breast into his mouth in its turn. He had an instant of perfect clarity, where he thought that nothing in his life would ever be better than this, and it lasted until she took his hand and put it between her legs, while still kissing him.
    When she moaned, he nearly came right then and there.
    “I cannot wait much longer, Quinn.”
    Her laugh turned into a gasp as his fingers found the secrets of her body. “Who wants you to?”

    Quinn thought she might help things along, because Alaric was obviously trying to go slow and make everything wonderful for her, but he was naked in the steamy shower with her and all those hard muscles in his shoulders, chest, legs, and everywhere else on his body, glistening with water droplets, were enough to make any woman lose her mind and beg for satisfaction.
    Every nerve ending was tingling; her nipples were hot and swollen from his kisses, and her body pulsed with want that was centered between her thighs. Wonder, relief, and triumph combined in a heady mix inside her until she thought her heart might pound its way out of her chest. She loved him—this crazy, courageous warrior. But now, all she needed was for him to be deep inside her
that very minute
or she might explode, and she was too shy to say that, so she tried some show-and-tell.
    He stroked the cleft between her legs and looked at her in wonder. “You’re so hot and wet and slippery,” he said, probably not even realizing he was talking a little dirty, and the combination of sensation and stimulation sent her body rocketing up the arousal zone until she nearly came in his hand.
    “Yes,” she said instead, crying out a little as his clever, clever fingers found delightful places. “More.”
    He stroked her and she let her head fall, helpless against the pull of sensation. She was swimming through sensuality, drowning in desire. She wanted him.
    She
needed
him.
    Now.
    She drew in a shaky breath and gathered her courage, and then she put her hand on his erection. It was his turn to cry out, and he bucked against her and pulled away.
    “Quinn, no, I’ll go off like a youngling in your hand,” he said, and the anguish on his face might have been funny if she didn’t feel exactly the same way, so she decided to take charge this first time, and she pulled him closer, wrapped her legs around his waist, and positioned herself just right.
    “I’m going to make love to
you
now,” she whispered, suddenly shy at being so brazen, but she ignored the heat in her face because the expression of total awe and love on his face was all she needed to see. She lowered herself onto his thick, hard shaft, suddenly wondering if he’d even fit, but there was a will, so she’d definitely find a way. Slowly, slowly, she fit herself around him, and the tight filling sensation drove her crazy, so she pushed down a little faster than she’d meant to, and he groaned.
    She froze. “Am I hurting you?”
    His wolfish grin was all the answer she needed, and in fact her warrior priest was a quick study, because he grabbed her butt in those big hands and started thrusting into her so hard and so fast that she started coming immediately—it had been so
long
, so very long, and she’d wanted Alaric for what seemed like forever—and as she cried out and her body shattered apart around him, he thrust one final time, deeper than before, and then he roared out as he came inside her.
    A prism of color and light flared around them, sparkling fireworks of magic spinning through the water of the forgotten shower, and Quinn leaned against Alaric as she tried to relearn how to breathe.
    “Oh,
mi amara
,” he said, over and over and over, still standing locked inside her. “You have given me the greatest gift of all.”
    “Oh, it gets better,” she said, when she could manage to speak again, and he grinned down at her.
    “I meant your love, but now I’m ready for you to show me
better
.”
    “Right now? My, you Atlanteans are quick to recover,” she said, running her hands down the hard muscles of his glorious chest. “I’m not sure I’ll survive it if we try for more. Now? Really?”
    “Yes, now,” he said, getting that intent look on his face again as he reached for crystal bottles of what looked like soap and bath oils. “I want to make you scream