Page 7 of Cottage in the Mist (Time After Time #3)

His lips stroked hers, taking and giving, stirring the fire inside her.

The little voice in her head called for her to stop.

But God help her, she didn’t want to. All she wanted was him.

Lightning split the sky, the crescendo of thunder chasing behind it.

Where before the storm had threatened her, now, its fury fed her senses.

His strong hands cupped her breasts as he kissed her, thumbs circling, desire mixing with pleasure until she could hardly breathe.

“Lily,” he whispered again. “Are you sure, then?”

“Yes,” she answered, her voice hoarse with desire.

His lips trailed along the line of her neck, shivers of pure passion rocking through her.

She pressed against him, wanting to feel closer—to feel a part of him.

His lips moved lower, tracing the swell of her breast. She arched upwards, needing more, and he obliged, pulling her nipple into his mouth, the resulting pressure almost her undoing.

She ground her hips against him, offering herself, and he slid his hand lower, his fingers hot as they moved against her skin.

While teasing her nipple with his lips and teeth, he slid a finger inside her, the friction setting off shivers of pleasure.

She fought for breath even as she pressed closer—wanting more.

His finger moved, in and out, stroking teasing. And then his thumb pressed against her secret spot and she moaned as pleasure surged through her.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his breath hot against her breasts, his finger moving in and out, each succeeding stroke deeper, stronger. “Tell me.”

“You,” she whispered. “Dear God, I want you.”

The thunder drowned out her moans as his mouth and his fingers danced across her skin, sensations ratcheting tighter and tighter until she felt herself shatter, pleasure racking through her in shuddering waves.

“Please,” she rasped. “Please. More.”

Again the thunder bellowed, the cottage shaking, the intensity mimicking her body’s release. Lightning flashed, flickering against his face as he pulled her close, his touch gentle and soothing—almost worshipful. As she trembled against him, he caressed her with murmured words and soft kisses.

For a moment, they stayed like that, his arms around her, their legs entwined, hearts beating almost as one.

Then she felt her body awaking, felt desire begin to blossom again.

She tipped back her head, offering herself.

And he greedily accepted the invitation, exploring every inch of her, leaving nothing untouched.

Trembling with the sheer power of the feelings he evoked, she rolled on top of him, indulging her need to taste him.

She’d never felt so reckless and yet so sure of herself.

The sounds of the storm played out like a symphony, a soundtrack accompanying the splendor of their lovemaking.

She ran her hands along the rugged planes of his body, reveling in the hardened muscles.

She traced the line of a scar, then followed her touch with kisses.

And then he straddled her, pinning her with his weight.

Catching her gaze, he waited, poised above her, his glittering eyes promising everything.

With a sharp intake of breath, she wrapped her legs around him, and with one swift move he buried himself inside her.

The pleasure was exquisite, and she pushed against him, taking him even deeper.

There was passion reflected in the depths of his eyes, passion and triumph—and something else, something so tender it almost took her breath away. She lost herself then, in the icy blue depth of his eyes.

“Are you ready, lass?” he whispered, the touch of his breath against her ear almost as sensual as his sinewy movements inside her.

“Yes,” she sighed, pressing against him, wanting only to pull him deeper still. “Oh, please. Yes.”

His arms circled around her, anchoring her to him as he thrust, their bodies fusing together as he began to move, slowly, almost languorously at first. The movement both tormented and delighted.

With a moan, she slammed upward, driving him home, and the fury erupted, the storm reaching crescendo.

Still, moving inside her, he slipped a hand between her legs, one finger stroking her core.

She gasped, arching up to drive him deeper, tightening around him, wanting to give him as much as he was giving her.

They moved together faster and faster, pumping and thrusting, locked together in their own special dance.

With a crash, thunder filled the room, the reverberation echoing off the walls.

For a moment they teetered at the edge of the cliff.

And then with one last powerful thrust they fell.

His arms tightened around her as white hot pleasure raced through her, her body shaking with the intensity, sensation overriding all rational thought.

There was only the two of them together.

And even though she knew it was an illusion, she held fast to the dream.

There’d be time enough for reality tomorrow.