She thrust her tongue into his mouth. He closed his teeth carefully over her tongue and sucked on her. She shivered and went up on her tiptoes to get closer to him.
His taste was addicting and she wanted more. Yes, she thought, she wanted much more of him, not just his kisses.
She put her hands on his shoulders and then higher on his close-cropped hair and rubbed her hands over his skull. He was hers now. Something that she could finally admit she’d wanted from the moment they met.
For a moment she felt a niggling doubt... There was something she should remember, but he tasted so good that she didn’t want to think. She just wanted to experience him.
His hands moved over her shoulders, his fingers tracing a delicate pattern over the globes of her breasts. He moved them back and forth until the very tip of his finger dipped beneath the material of her top and reached lower, brushing over the edge of her nipple.
Exquisite shivers racked her body as his finger continued to move over her. He found the zipper at the left side of her top and slowly lowered it. Once it was fully down and the material fell away to the ground, he took her wrists in his hands and stepped back.
She was proud of her body and the changes that pregnancy had wrought in it. She could tell he was, too. His gaze started at the top of her head and moved down her neck and chest to her nipped-in waist.
He wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her to him, lifting her. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She did and was immediately surrounded by him. With his hands on her butt and his mouth on her breasts, he sucked her gently, nibbling at her nipples as he massaged her backside. When he took her nipple into his mouth she felt everything inside her tighten and her center grow moist.
Then she felt as if she was falling and soon found herself lying on the hammock while he knelt over her. His mouth...she couldn’t even think. She could only feel the sensations that were washing over her as he continued to focus on her breasts.
One of his heavy thighs parted her legs and then he was between them. She felt the ridge of his erection rubbing against her pleasure center and she shifted against him to increase the sensation.
She wanted to touch him, had to hold him to her as his mouth moved from her breast down her sternum and to her belly button. He looked up at her and for a moment when their eyes met there was something almost reverent in his eyes.
“My fiancée,” he said. “Finally you and the baby are officially mine.”
“Yes, we are.”
He lowered his head and nibbled at the skin of her belly, his tongue tracing the indentation of her belly button. Each time he dipped his tongue into her it felt as if her clit tingled. She shifted her hips to rub against him and he answered her with a thrust of his own hips.
His mouth moved lower on her, his hands moving to the waistband of her jeans and undoing the button and then slowly lowering the zipper. She felt the warmth of his breath on her lower belly and then the edge of his tongue as he traced the skin revealed by the open zipper.
The feel of his five o’clock shadow against her was soft and smooth. She moaned a little, afraid to say his name and wake from this dream where he was hers. She thought she’d learned everything she needed to about Rafe, but it seemed there was still more for her to experience.
“Lift your hips,” he said.
She planted her feet on the hammock and did as he asked. She felt him draw her jeans over her hips and down her thighs. She was left wearing the tiny black thong she’d put on this morning.
He palmed her through the panties and she squirmed on the hammock. She wanted more.
He gave it to her. He placed his hand on her most intimate flesh and then his mouth as he drew her underwear down by pulling with his teeth. His hands kept moving over her stomach and thighs until she was completely naked and bare underneath him. Then he leaned back on his knees and just stared down at her.
“You are exquisite,” he said.