Steele 05 - Irresistible Forces

awareness of what was taking place, he tightened his legs, keeping her in a fixed position beside him. “I know,” he said huskily, unable to stop what was about to happen yet again.
    He heard her suck in a trembling breath, watched as her eyes darkened to the point where he could barely see the long lashes covering them. But he was able to make out the expression on her face. There was something about seeing the look of an aroused woman, especially a totally naked one.
    He reached out and rubbed the tip of his finger around her belly button. His caress didn’t alter when he heard the sharp change in her breathing pattern or when he felt the slight quivering of her thighs beneath his.
    “What are you doing to me?” she asked softly, barely able to enunciate any of the words.
    Hearing the lack of comprehension in her voice endeared her to him even more. He figured that he could show her better than tell her. Leaning forward, he came within inches of her lips. “Um, what do you think I’m doing?” he asked, as he softly stroked the flat planes of her stomach with his fingertips.
    “I—I can’t think,” she whispered, closing her eyes on a throaty sigh.
    “Then don’t. Just feel.”
    And then he began moving, excruciatingly slow, deep inside her, gradually withdrawing, then filling her again, deeper still in a leisurely measured thrusting motion. He felt sensations sear through the both of them from such a long, drawn-out and unhurried mating process.
    “Open your eyes, Taylor,” he whispered in a raspy voice, as he continued to thrust slowly in and out of her, savoring each and every time he did so.
    He watched as she did what he asked, met her gaze mere seconds before he leaned closer and took her mouth. The stroke of his tongue with hers was as slow and deliberate as the mating of their bodies—surging forward, retreating and then surging forward again.
    Then something inside him snapped and without disconnecting from her, he shifted his body astride her, crossed her leg over his in a scissors position, allowing deeper penetration with her being the one in control using her thighs. It was different from the more common lovemaking positions because all four of their legs were intercrossed. He had seen this particular position in the book but was well familiar with “cuissade,” which derived from the French. It was a position he had first used with a woman the year he’d turned eighteen when his parents had sent him to spend the summer in Paris with his father’s childhood friend Jacques Gaston and his family. The Gastons’ young, sexually active housekeeper had been more than happy to visit his room every night when her employers were asleep. He had received quite an education that summer.
    Not wanting to think of anything other than the woman in his arms, Dominic lowered his head and kissed Taylor at the same time he slowly began moving in and out of her again. He could feel his erection expanding inside her with each gentle thrust he took.
    She suddenly pulled her mouth away from him. “Dominic!”
    He felt her muscles tighten around him and clench him in an unwavering grip. Her thighs began to quiver uncontrollably and due to the deliberate pressure of her thighs on his legs, the motion had the ability to shake him to the core. Sensations began spurting through him, eliciting his own torrid release. He felt the full impact of their orgasm in every part of his body.
    “Taylor,” he said in a guttural groan before leaning over and kissing her while simultaneously releasing inside her the life-creating substance that would produce a baby.
    His baby.
    Their baby.
    Never before had he wanted such a thing to happen more than he did now. He released her mouth and reached out and placed a gentle hand on her stomach as if willing it so. She gazed up at him, as if understanding the meaning of what he was doing. The possibility that she was perceptive enough to interpret his thoughts had a nerve-tingling effect on him.
    For a fraction of a second, he just stared at her, feeling the heated flush of their connected bodies. It was nothing short of pure, raw sexual pleasure. And as he eased his body to lie beside her, still not ready to pull out of her, he looked forward to the next time they would make love.
    * * *
    “Thank you for calling room service and asking that they deliver our dinner at a more convenient time,” Taylor said after taking a sip of her iced tea. It was harder than she thought it