Page 105 of Craig

Just by using his mouth on her. He could unsettle her like this.

It was frightening, wonderful, insane. But she was embracing it and him.

She loved him! That was a miracle in itself.

She never dreamed she would ever be able to love, but now she did. And wasn't afraid to show it.

Because this man loved her, adored her.

"Don't stop." He had transferred to the other nipple, his teeth and tongue forming a knot in her belly.

Wasn't this what she had run from, she wondered dazedly. This powerful feeling, the passion that overwhelmed and took over.

She had been afraid of being consumed, but no longer.

He was hers. All hers.

There was no longer any doubt.

He couldn't wait. He had contemplated spending time on her.

Using his mouth and hands to slide over the familiar curves of her body. But the need consumed him.

Covering her body with his, he filled her.

"I want to see you go over." His hands gripped hers, fingers entwined.

They were one, bonded together by love. By marriage.

"Go over for me, darling." His lips brushed hers, tongue teasing hers.

Her body arched, and her eyes blurred as the release came, long and slow and powerful. He increased the pace, his breath accelerating as his own body responded to hers.

Not long now, he thought. His lips took hers in a kiss that sizzled and snapped.

They were both consumed by the fire, swept into the flames. He came, heart racing, body shuddering as he poured himself inside her.

Even when he had given her his last drop, he could not stop shaking. It took considerable effort to ease away so he was not crushing her.

But he kept her close, his hands roaming up and down her back.

"That was certainly better than the sumptuous breakfast the hotel provided," she murmured, making him laugh.

"I concur." Tipping his head down, he let his gaze wander over her spectacular face and felt the familiar twinge of wonder and satisfaction.

"The first time I saw you, I couldn't believe you were real."

"Why?"

"You came walking towards me on that crowded set and managed to completely stun me." His fingers tapped their way down the small of her back.

"You had this screw-me attitude to go along with it, and I was hooked right there and then. And you were arguing with the director."

"Arnold Gallagher. He was an asshole and wanted to get into my pants. I told him to piss off. I wanted the part but not at the expense of sleeping with him."

His eyes flashed.

"He was an asshole. But I can't say I blamed him. All the men, or the ones who weren't gay on that movie set, wanted to sleep with you."