A surge of euphoria hit Colin. Makenna was making it very clear that she wanted him to change the type of comfort he was providing. He was more than willing to oblige.
She tipped her head back and let her hair tumble over her shoulders. He leaned down and trailed soft kisses along her exposed nape until he reached her earlobe. Suckling the soft flesh, he felt her tremble. Before moving to her mouth, he searched her face, noticing how pretty her eyes looked. They were like two sparkling peridots, green and wide. Her strong features no longer struck him as bold, but beautiful. Never was there a woman more physically desirable. He wondered if she understood her feminine power over him.
“I thought I’d never get home,” he muttered as he covered her mouth with his own. A renewed sense of urgency filled him. He needed to reclaim Makenna as his wife in every way.
Colin’s tongue plunged into her mouth, making his intent unmistakable. She inhaled his musky scent and slipped her hands around his neck.
He eased the kiss and felt her smile across his lips. In response, he captured her lower lip between his teeth. He tugged and heard her laugh in delight. Colin heard himself groan. She was both torment and salvation.
He would not be alone in this agony and slowly began to make love to her with his tongue. He delved again into the sweetness of her mouth. She tasted of life, vibrant and exciting and so very good.
Makenna couldn’t help but respond to the powerful, passionate kiss. As his caress increased in intensity, her laughter morphed into a soft continuous moan. Her fingers plunged into his hair, pulling him even closer. She needed more and tried to advance the unhurried, torturous embrace into one of wild passion.
Colin’s pulse pounded in his ears. After weeks of deprivation, needing her, dreaming of this moment, he found it near impossible to go slow—especially with her encouraging him to do otherwise. He grabbed Makenna’s face between his palms. Colin knew he was in jeopardy of losing the last of his control. Her aggression was incredibly arousing. He had half a mind to raise her chemise and settle her on top of him in the chair. Just the idea of her riding him made him so hot he started trembling.
Makenna stroked his shoulders down to the base of his spine, and Colin caved to his primitive cravings. Emitting a low growl, he slanted his mouth over Makenna’s again and again, his tongue giving and taking with wild, ravenous need. He couldn’t get enough of her. If he didn’t move now, their first coupling upon his return would be in a chair.
Makenna was barely aware of being lifted and carried across the room.
Colin laid her down on the soft mattress and settled himself between her legs. How he had ever thought Makenna to be unyielding and tough he never knew. She was fiery and passionate, but feminine as well. Tendrils of auburn-colored hair floated across her cheeks. Colin brushed them aside and kissed the faint freckles on her nose.
“You are so lovely,” he declared, his voice strained.
Makenna frowned remembering the conversation she had overheard just a few weeks ago. Nothing had changed. She was still too muscular for her slender frame. The sun had forever darkened and speckled her skin most unbecomingly. Her hair remained wild and untamed, and her body was unnaturally flawed with scars. “Not I. I’m riddled with faults,” she countered defiantly.
He brushed a soft kiss on her cheek and then moved to her temple. “I see not a one,” he whispered.
“Then you are blind,” Makenna said, struggling to free herself of the large man. She could endure most anything. Anything but dishonesty framed in kindness.
Colin cupped the sides of her face and trapped her squirming body, holding her still. “I admit I once was blind where you were concerned, but I thank God I no longer am. If I had not married you, Makenna, I would never have known…” His voice became choked at the end.
Makenna opened her mouth to ask what he now knew, but his lips settled on hers with a kiss that dismissed further conversation. All he had to do was touch her, and she could no longer think about anything except him and what he was causing her to feel.
Passion and need radiated from him. A soft whimper came from deep in her throat as he thrust his tongue back into her warm, welcoming mouth.
Her struggles ceased. Instead, she became wild, clutching his back, kissing him feverishly.
Her mouth was hot, open, and so very responsive. His control over his body was nearing his threshold, but before he could no longer restrain his desire, he wanted her crying with need along with him.
Makenna’s heart quickened as Colin released her lips and removed the last remaining bits of clothing between them. Colin was watching her. His expression was unguarded, warm, and tender. She reached up to pull him down to her.
He shook his head and edged down her body to begin a new assault. Colin lowered his head until he was just a scant breath away from one perfect pink bud. Makenna arched her back, yearning for his touch. He smiled and then lowered his mouth to roam the valley between her breasts.
His fingers found one bosom and then the other. His thumbs brushed across her nipples, hardening them into taut nubs. His heart pounded as his lips moved to where his hands had been. He feasted on her, using his tongue to taste the sweet mound she so willingly offered.
With each flick of his tongue over the sensitive flesh, Makenna felt a surge of exquisite passion ripple through her. Her body was on fire, and the blaze only grew as he began to suckle. The added stimulus was almost too much, and Makenna squirmed beneath his heavy frame. She wanted him to both stop and continue the sensual torture.
Hearing her whimpers, Colin moved to let her feel the hardened hunger in him. His heart was pounding and he was going out of his mind with the twisting sensation building inside him.
Everything about his touch was erotic. With each movement, his pelvis rubbed against the junction of her legs. Between his mouth and his hardness, nestled so intimately against her, her senses were swirling out of control.
She parted her thighs to him, urging him to touch her where the throbbing for him was almost painful with unfulfilled need. “Please, Colin, please,” she begged.
“Please what?” he asked, barely able to utter the teasing question.
“Touch me, like you did before. Please, I don’t think I can bear any more,” she cried, her body writhing as he began to stroke her inner thigh, coming close but never entering the hot, damp core of her.
“Oh, I will, Makenna. I will drive you as wild and crazed with need as I,” he finished, burying his face against her throat with a soft groan of desire. At the same time, his hand closed possessively over her soft mound. He slid one finger between the warm folds and penetrated her liquid heat.
Makenna fought for breath. Her heart was racing; her body was ablaze. She dug her nails into Colin’s back. Rhythmically, she flexed and arched her hips against his palm, urging him to stroke her and give her what she so desperately needed.
Colin moved in her most intimate of places, glorying in her passion. He was seconds away from diving in and seeking the comfort he sought, but was determined to drive her to the insane place of need he had been living in for the past two weeks. He introduced another finger and began slowly separating them, stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
Makenna cried out as he slipped another finger inside her before going lower still to caress the sensitive flesh just below her warm, wet channel. He stroked and caressed until her body was overrun with uncontrollable shudders. She was going mad, and then the world exploded.
At that moment, Colin drove deep, seeking the release and reassurance only she could provide.
His entry brought Makenna back to earth only to drive her wild once again. She wrapped her legs around his waist and joined him in passionate rhythm, meeting each of his thrusts. A force even more powerful than before was building within her, becoming more fervent, more intense with each plunge.