Quicksilver Passion (91 page)

She wasn’t sure what it was she wanted, but she spread her thighs farther apart, tilting her pelvis up for his stroking touch.
Cherokee?” She was suddenly afraid of what seemed to be sweeping over her.
Cherokee?”

Relax and let it happen,” he whispered with the tip of his tongue in her ear.
Let it happen. Surrender to me . . .”

He was whispering to her, encouraging her, urging her, and she didn’t know what it was that he wanted. Certainly he could be getting no pleasure from this, and that was what sex was all about, satisfying a man’s body.

A tremor began to build deep in her, sweeping over her and she couldn’t control it, couldn’t stop herself from trying to cry out. When she did, his mouth covered hers, his tongue going deep so that her cry of release went only into his mouth.

She wasn’t sure what had happened, she only knew that when the room stopped spinning, he still lay holding her and whispering to her.
That’s it, sweet darlin’, sweet, sweet Silver.”

She felt wet and warm from her belly to her knees, and more than that, she couldn’t stop herself from weeping, but she didn’t understand why. For the first time that she could remember, she felt she could turn off the lamp and sleep securely—as long as he held her and stroked her like this.

I’m not through,” he said, and before she realized what he was doing, he slid down in the bed. His mouth was on her, his tongue hot and caressing, stabbing deep within her body. It felt like a ribbon of fire inside as his hands stroked her thighs, spreading them for his eager mouth.

She found herself whimpering, tangling her fingers in his tousled hair, holding his face against her body as she used him for her own satisfaction. In moments, he had her writhing again while her hand stroked his throbbing hardness.

Silver lay gasping and spent, still holding him in her hand. She had never experienced desire before, much less ecstasy. It had been like quicksilver, sparkling, changing into something even more beautiful as she rode the crest of an emotional wave. Quicksilver passion.

She looked up into his eyes and saw the hunger there. She ran her hand down the length of his maleness, thinking how big he was, and that when he rammed into her, she would have to bite her lips bloody to keep from screaming aloud.

He must have seen her frightened expression in the dim lamp light. He shook his head.
I won’t ever hurt you, Silver. I want to erase those ghosts from your past.”

He pulled her close and kissed her tenderly, then rolled over on his back, still holding her in his arms.
If it’s going to happen, you’ll have to make love to me.”

She was embarrassed to admit she had never taken the initiative before and wasn’t sure quite what to do.
Are you going to take your clothes off?”

If you want me to.” He stood up, and in the lamp light, he began to undo his belt and pull off his boots. He looked twice as big naked. He lay back down on the bed and put his arms under his head.

She hesitated, then bent so that her long locks fell like a pale silken shower over them both and she put her mouth on his nipple and was disconcerted at the way he moaned and caught her head, pressing it hard against his chest, encouraging her to do it again and again until his nipples were as hard and swollen as her own.

She slid down in the bed and kissed his sword, paying homage to his maleness in an almost pagan manner.

Don’t do that, Silver,” he warned her.
I’m only a man, after all, and I’ve almost lost control several times already.”