“Diana. Honey, I’ve wanted you like this for so long. I’ve been going out of my mind.“
She opened her mouth for him and he tasted her, whetting his own appetite even further. He cradled her legs between his own, anchoring her firmly against him. Then he slipped his hands under her shirt and traced the graceful line of her spine. She was supple and warm and very, very feminine. Colby groaned as desire raked him across hot coals.
He tugged the buttons of her shirt, pushing the garment off her shoulders with quick, impatient hands. Then he found the fastener of her bra and undid it. Her soft, gently curving br**sts filled his palms and he lifted his hips, deliberately arching into her softness. Her skin was sleek and silky to the touch. He would never get enough of the feel of her.
“Colby, Colby, please. Yes, oh, please, just like that. You make me feel so good.“
Captivated by her response, Colby grazed his palms again across her ni**les. Tight, firm pebbles of desire formed beneath his hands. Touching was no longer enough. He lifted her higher along his chest until he could take the peak of one breast into his mouth.
“Yes,“ she breathed. A shiver went through her.
Colby tightened his hold on her and used his tongue to elicit another of the tantalizing little shudders of desire.
The fact that he could make her react so fiercely only served to better fuel the fire that was burning within him.
She was scrabbling at his clothes now, unfastening buttons and pushing the denim shirt out of her way. Her fingers were as unsteady as his own. Her hands splayed across his chest, tangling in the rough hair there. When she lowered her head and touched the tip of her tongue to one of his own flat ni**les, Colby groaned heavily.
He found the snap of her jeans and yanked at it. Then he fumbled with the zipper until he could slide his hand inside her flimsy panties. He snagged his fingers in the silky fabric that hid her secrets.
Diana writhed against him, crying out softly. He explored further and sucked in his breath when he felt the warm dew between her legs.
“Sweetheart,“ he muttered. “You want me. Say it. Tell me all about it.“ He probed gently with the tip of his thumb and her fingers clutched at his shoulders.
“I want you.“
“Took at me,“ he urged, pushing carefully into her once more. “Open your eyes and say it.“
Her long lashes swept up, revealing the gold and green and blue of her eyes. “I want you so much, Colby. I’ve never felt like this before in my life.“
Her honesty almost shattered him. “It’s the same for me,“ he admitted harshly. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in this world.“
He pushed the jeans down over her hips and rolled her onto her back. Then he knelt, unbuckled his belt, and kicked himself free of his own denims. He hesitated a moment as she looked at him. An unfamiliar uncertainty flared briefly. He desperately wanted her to be satisfied. He wanted to please her. Then he saw the deep, feminine admiration in her eyes, and a sense of exultant relief rolled through his veins. She was pleased with what she saw.
“You’re magnificent.“ Her eyes were glowing with soft, tremulous wonder.
“So are you.“ He drew his hand down the length of her from breast to thigh. “So are you,“ he repeated. “Oh, God, honey, you’re perfect. Soft, sweet, beautiful. Perfect.“
He parted her legs with his own and started to lower himself onto her. At the last instant a flicker of rationality went through his dazzled brain. He remembered the little foil packet he had optimistically put in his pocket before leaving the house.
“Just a second,“ he said hoarsely.
She nodded her understanding. He leaned down to give her a quick, hard kiss and then he reached for his jeans.
He took care of the small, crucial task with quick, efficient movements. Then he reached out to gather Diana back into his arms.
“Colby? I want you to know that I…“
He touched her mouth with his fingertips. “The last thing I want to do now is talk. I want you so much that unless we hurry this up, I’m going to explode before I ever get inside you. My self-control is shot to hell.“
“Good,“ she said simply, mischief in her beautiful eyes. “I’m not in the mood for self-control either. Not now. Make love to me, Colby. Make it the way you said it would be the first time for us. Hot and wild and frantic.“
He was enraptured by the siren song of her demand. And he was shaking with the effort it took to hold himself in check long enough to get himself into position. Then he was poised at the hot, damp core of her and he didn’t have to wait any longer.
With a harsh exclamation of need, Colby drove himself into her soft, receptive core. He felt her quick, indrawn breath and the shudder that went through her. She was hot and tight. For an instant he feared his swift possession had hurt her. Her nails scored his shoulders.
Then she was clinging to him as if he were a lifeline, lifting herself to meet his demanding thrusts.
“Colby.“
And the first time with her was just as he had known it would be. Hot, wild, frantic.
Perfect.
“You’re a screamer.“ Diana raised her lashes halfway, aware of the hot sunlight filtering down through the trees and the heavy weight of Colby’s leg as it lay across her bare thigh. “I did scream, didn’t I?“ she said, half-amused, half-bemused.
Colby raised himself on one elbow and grinned down at her. “Louder than Chained Lady Falls.“
“Don’t exaggerate. And don’t look so damned pleased with yourself. Under certain circumstances, it could be highly embarrassing.“
“It wouldn’t ever embarrass me.“
“Uh-huh. What if we’d been in a motel room or something?“
“What have you done in the past?“
“About the screaming?“ She frowned slightly. “It’s never been a problem.“
“You don’t spend a lot of time in motel rooms?“ he asked innocently.
“I’ve never screamed before,“ she said quite seriously. She was not altogether certain she liked remembering that unmistakable evidence of sensual surrender. She was accustomed to being in control.
“Better get used to it,“ Colby advised. His eyes were brilliant with masculine satisfaction and anticipation. “You’re going to be doing a lot of screaming in the near future.“
“lam?“
He stroked a hand across her br**sts and then bent over her. “Yes,“ he said softly. “You are.“