Guarding Raine Part 30

Using his greater weight he pressed her into the bed, caging her face

with their hands, and lowered his mouth 'to hers.

Raine accepted his kiss, returning its wildness.

Her body was bombarded with sensations, so many she couldn't identify

them all.

He was stretched out full length on top of her, and she welcomed the weight.

If she'd been more aware she would have been surprised at how right his

touch seemed to her, but her awareness right now took a different

focus.

She wiggled beneath his hard, hair-toughened body, delighting in the slight abrasion.

Mac raised himself on one elbow above her, and she dazedly opened her

eyes at the cessation of his l~iss.

She gazed in silent wonder at the shadowy form above her, shoulders wide enough to block out the very slight light coming in the window.

His features were shadowed, but she knew them.

Her dark warrior.

The camera in her mind clicked, freezing this picture into 112 .

her memory.

And then he moved, and all besides sensation was forgotten.

He stared at her, noticing again how small she seemed beneath him.

He was a big man, and he didn't want to hurt her.

She looked so fragile lying under him, but she didn't act fragile.

Her hands were skating all over him, lingering on his b.u.t.tocks,

squeezing the tight muscles there testingly.

His head 'lowered to nuzzle her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and his fingers moved between her legs.

She started slightly at the contact, but he found the downy thatch of

hair there and the nub of her desire.

His palm pressed rhythmically against it.

When her body moved helplessly, he sent a careful finger inside her

moist channel.

She uttered a broken cry as he explored her.

Her body reflexively clenched around him, and suddenly it wasn't

enough.

She whimpered when he withdrew, but he immediately moved to replace his finger with his s.e.x.

The antic.i.p.ation was too much, and she bucked a little in impatience

for his entrance.

A hard, satisfied smile crossed his mouth at her eagerness, and he knew she was as ready as he was.

He positioned himself between her thighs and, tightening his b.u.t.tocks,

began to enter her.

Her gasp mingled with his groan.

He reached down to capture one of her knees in his arm and gently

pressed it back against her thigh.

Taking advantage of the way the position opened her to him, he inched inexorably farther until she had accepted all of him.

, Her breath was coming in little gasps against his lips.

She was so silky tight, he could.

feel the delicate inner pulsations as she adjusted to him.

He waited for a moment, savagely savoring the pleasure.

Then he began to move.

Each movement sent him deeper inside her, and Raine responded

instinctively, reaching for something that only he could bring her.

Her hands skated along his shoulders and back, and her head tossed restlessly against the pillow, evading his mouth.

He reached between their bodies, rubbing against the pleasure point

he'd found earlier.

His ministrations, coupled with the powerful thrusts of his body, combined to send the world skittering away.

All she was aware of was Macauley, his muscled torso above her, his

smooth jaw pressing against her own, his breath sounding in her ear.

She moved more frantically beneath him, and he quickened the pace of his thrusts.

No longer was he controlling the depth and frequency of his

movements.

He was out of control now, as much as she was, straining together in a frenzy that abruptly shattered as Raine crested.

Capturing her cries in his mouth, Mac surged heavily against her, once,

twice and again, before the pleasure slammed into him.

Waves of ecstasy crashed over him, was.h.i.+ng away the icy shadows in his soul.

Raine came half awake as a sudden chill chased' over her skin.

She opened her eyes enough to see Macauley pull the sheet over her shoulder.

She watched, silent, as he pulled on his jeans.

The sky outside was a dull gray, signaling dawn's approach.

His back was to her, and his movements were un customarily jerky.

Slowly she slid up to a sitting position, a foreboding presentiment