Mind Games - Page 220

“I couldn’t let myself want you then, too much, because Bray was with me. Now I can. I do.”

He peeled the bra away. “More than I knew I could.”

She drew him back down to her, let the sensations and the pleasure that wound with them saturate her. This was hers now, the love, the trust, the knowing she’d always dreamed of.

With him she could float on that pleasure, then flash when her nerve endings sparked. Heat came alive under her skin, then a dreamy spread of warmth followed as those artist’s hands glided over her.

A laugh bubbled up when he started to tug her pants down.

“They’re called tights for a reason.”

“That’s what I like about them.” He exposed an inch, then another. “This may take a while.”

Then his mouth glided down her throat, over her breasts, lingering, lingering before roaming down her torso. And down.

No floating now, but flying, catapulted into the sudden storm of pleasure. Her hands gripped the bedding, then released as she gave herself over.

Alive. She’d never felt more alive than in the spinning, whirling now.

And she could take more, she could give more. Desperate to do both, she rolled with him in the sunlight, his heart beating out the moments against hers. It seemed the planes of his body had been made to fit the curves of hers.

She stripped off his jeans and reveled in the feel of him over her, under her as they tangled together.

Love and lust and life surged through her as she straddled him, as she looked into his eyes and saw the same in them.

Here was a dream she didn’t have to build.

“Now,” she said, and took him in.

He gripped her hips as she drove him toward more, and still more. Above him, her body rose, every line of it somehow perfect. The air went thick as he struggled for some slippery hold on control, enough to let her ride. And ride she did, body arched, arms lifted.

With every rise and fall she drove him closer to the edge.

Then her body shuddered, her hands slid down as if embracing the heat.

He reared up, wrapped around her, and took that final, glorious leap.

Love. She loved, and was loved. And the world changed. The sun didn’t really shine brighter, the air didn’t really smell sweeter. But it seemed so.

Everything seemed brighter and sweeter when she lay with the man who loved her.

Half dreaming, she opened her eyes, found his looking into them. And his hand covered hers, nudging her circling thumb away so his could take its place.

“It’ll pass,” she told him.

“There has to be something else, something more. Some way to stop it. Stop him.”

She didn’t want to think about it now, not now when her world had changed, had opened. But wasn’t that exactly why Riggs pried so hard at the block?

“I think there might be. I need to think it through a little more.” Because thinking it through terrified her.

“Tell me.”

“I haven’t worked it all out. And Bray’ll be home from school soon.”

“You’re stalling.”

“Yeah, yeah, I am. But I really do need to work it out. I need a game plan, and when I have one, I’ll tell you. You love me?”