Let me tell you, these two were hot to trot by the time they got it together!
“Barsha!” erupted from his lips. She looked up at him expectantly. Their eyes met, and suddenly, as if his life depended on it, he crushed her to him. His head speared down, and his eyes watched hers as their lips finally met, holding her close, his need clawing at him.
Warm, supple, and reassuring gave way to heated. His mouth opened over hers.
Driving her to open hers.
His tongue launched into her satiny mouth. She moaned. Her exotic spicy taste invaded his mouth. She felt heated and pliant. His lips stopped.
His head lifted. He touched his forehead to hers briefly. He looked at her and saw her desire, banked but present in his gaze. He knew it mirrored his, felt it in her quickened heartbeat and harsh, panting breathes.
“Not now. We don’t have the luxury at the moment, but soon. I want you.” He looked at her, his eyes seeing through her to her desire. He wanted this woman with an intensity that shocked him to the core. “I want you. No interruptions. Think about it.” He paused and looked at her to make sure she got the message. To hell with my mantra. I will have her, he thought to himself. This wonderfully warm and vital woman. He wouldn’t and couldn’t give her any promises, he reminded himself. But maybe for a time, they could enjoy the passion that seemed shared.