Page 90 of Love Bomb

“No,” she grinned mischievously, “but how hard could it be?”

And once again, common sense had saved him. Bain plucked the packet from her fingers.

“Next time,” he said. Or never.

You could ping those suckers against flesh like an elastic band, and he did not want to experience that sensation on his dick.

“No fair,” she moaned as she slid her hands up to cup her breasts, offering them up for him as her eyes sparkled with wicked amusement.

“Demon,” Bain hissed.

She beamed up at him, proud of herself.

Bain sheathed himself under her watchful eye, feeling like he might go off at any second. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d make a fool of himself—and prove the priest right.

Gathering what little self-control he had left, he crawled up her body until he was balanced over her.

“I’ve never seen anything so beautiful,” he said, hoping she could hear the honesty in his voice.

Her eyes widened with wonder.

Slowly, Bain lowered himself on top of her and covered her mouth with his. At last, they were skin to skin. The way it should be.

She tasted like springtime and her lips were as soft as rose petals. She reached up, grasping at his hair as her tongue danced with his. Drugging. She was drugging him.

And he couldn’t get enough.

“You make me crazy,” Bain hissed against her lips.

In reply, Rona moved a hand to his hips and tried to force him into the position she wanted. What position that might be, he wasn’t sure because she wasn’t clear at all. She growled with adorable frustration, making Bain smile against her mouth.

He tucked his face into the crook of her neck and laved her throat with his tongue. Delicious. Her leg came up over his hip, opening her up for him. Bain groaned in approval as his hand found her heavy breast.

Rona moaned and arched up into him.

So sensitive.

He could play with her breasts for hours, and he bet it would drive her wild. Next time. Or the time after. Damn, there was just too much he wanted to do with her—to her. It would take a lifetime to get through his list.

His hand drifted lower, to the curled delight beneath between her thighs. He wanted to taste. To tease her with his tongue. But again, he was a man on a mission, and that would have to wait.

“I promise, I’ll be slower next time,” he said against her throat, as his fingers found her little bud of nerves.

Rona moaned with delight, and widened her legs for him.

Bain captured her mouth with his as his fingers teased her higher. Nails curled into his shoulders as she undulated beneath him. Silently, he urged her to hurry. He wasn’t going to last if she didn’t.

If he hadn’t been so desperate for her, he’d have been mortified at his lack of control. He hadn’t felt like this since he’d been an inexperienced teen.

As he listened to her little gasping moans, he recited the formula for an explosive compound he’d invented when he was in his twenties. Sweat broke out in the small of his back. He was dying.

At last, she wailed her release and collapsed on the bed beneath him.

Bain smiled with satisfaction as he spread her legs and settled himself between them. For a second, he was immobilized by the sight of her lying beneath him, sated and breathless. He’d never seen anything so beautiful.

Never.

Slowly, reverently, he inched inside her.