Sea Haven 01 - Water Bound

cool sheets and the rain outside.
    His thigh slid over hers, pinning her down while his hand slid up her arm to her shoulder, just memorizing the feel of her. He closed his eyes to savor her softness. His hand continued up to her neck, her face, and stilled, bunching in her thick, wild hair. He captured her breathy sigh as his lips took hers. He had had sex, yet this was the first time he’d ever made love and he wanted to experience every sensation.
    He wanted her until his lungs burned for air and his chest felt tight. He was afraid his heart might explode, and if not his heart, then definitely his cock. Her kisses were like a drug that sent fire rushing through his veins. He 196

    would never get enough of that soft, perfect mouth. He kissed her over and over until she was melting into him, her soft gasps turning to soft little pleas.
    Only then did he kiss his way to her neck, that vulnerable neck that he’d fantasized about more than once. Her skin had that scent of fresh rain he’d come to associate with her and he fed on it, using tongue and teeth, nipping and teasing, indulging himself while she moved against him restlessly, her breasts heaving against his chest.
    Need was a monster that raged at him, clawing and tearing at his belly and groin, while love kept his touch gentle. Did other men feel like this?
    He’d never believed in love until Rikki. She wiped out every bad place he’d ever been—every bad thing he’d ever done. She took all the broken pieces and fit them together somehow. She thought herself damaged, but really, he was the one lost.
    He kissed his way to the top of her tank, one hand resting possessively on her stomach. He felt the muscles bunch there, and she tensed as he lowered his mouth to her nipple right through the thin material. Her hips jerked and she shuddered, wrapping her arms around his head.
    “Lev.” Her voice was broken, a mixture of pleasure, fear and hunger.
    He suckled for a moment, and then pulled back, nipping with his teeth, feeling the answering response in the tremors running through her body. “I never dreamed I’d have a woman like you, Rikki. Never. I never even imagined I could want or have a woman of my own, much less that it would feel like this.”
    He whispered the words to her. She’d given him a gift beyond measure and all he had to give in return was his loyalty, his love and his words. He couldn’t even give her his real name, not without endangering her and his brothers. They would have to live with Hammond, not Prakenskii, and if there was a God, Lev hoped He understood. Lev drew her tank over her head and tossed it aside, lowering his head immediately to the temptation of her breast. Pleasure shuddered through him as she arched into him, pressing her breast deeper into the heat of his mouth. He began to suck on her sensitive nipple, gently using the edge of his teeth as her hips bucked against him.
    Very gently he drew her little boy shorts down the length of her legs.
    She cooperated, lifting her hips, nearly sobbing, kicking them aside, and her body grew hotter beneath his wandering hand and the expertise of his mouth.
    She was unbelievably soft, her body silky smooth, and each time she cried out his name, he sank deeper under her spell.
    His tongue teased her nipple, a velvet rasp that had her crying out and clutching at his hair with both hands. He opened his eyes to look into hers.
    Those huge eyes were black as the deepest sea, where he’d been so lost. He 197

    was still lost, but he was safe with her. She looked a little dazed, as if he might be drugging her with his touch. He bent his head, still watching her, and licked at her nipple like an ice cream cone. Her entire body shuddered and her hips rose to press tightly against him.
    His hand slid up and down her thigh in small brush-strokes, caressing that silky skin up and around her hip all the way up to the underside of her buttocks. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught in her throat. He took her nipple between his teeth and bit very gently, all the while staring into the black, fathomless depths of her eyes.
    He loved watching her reaction. She was giving herself to him, putting herself in his hands and giving him an untutored response worth all the money in the world. His hand slipped around to the moist heat between her legs, covering the silky triangle of her mound with his palm. Color crept up her body, flushing her breasts, her neck and into her face. Her breathing