Rachael gasped as sensual pleasure infused her, took her over, robbing her of breath, of thought. She leaned into him, rubbed her skin against his skin, wanting the tactile contact. When he lifted his head to take a breath, she lapped at the mist on his chest, her tongue following tiny beads down his belly. His hands moved over her, finding every spot that could make her cry out with passion, that would inflame her more.
Rachael melted into him, skin to skin, rubbing and caressing and needing to touch him, every square inch of him. There was never enough kissing, never enough tasting, and there would never be enough time to explore him the way she wanted before her body made urgent demands.
“You’re purring,” he murmured softly. “I love the way
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her throat, lingered in the inviting hollow there, drifted lower to taste the droplets of water running over her. His hands went lower, shaped her hips, smoothed over her buttocks to lift her off her feet.
Rachael locked her legs around him. “Do I purr? I didn’t know that. I can’t help myself.” Her teeth nibbled over his shoulder, up his neck to the point of his chin. Her breath was warm and inviting like the soft satin of her skin. “You’d make anyone purr, Rio. Do you feel the leopard in me merging with the leopard in you? How can that happen? How can we experience what they feel when we’re really one with them?”
“You’re letting me all the way into your mind. All the way into your heart and body. That includes the leopard in you, and my leopard is eager for yours. We’re a mated pair, Rachael. Not all of us have that in a single lifetime. I suspect we’ve been a mated pair in more than one lifetime. You feel so familiar to me.” He lowered her body over his and closed his eyes as the incredible sensual pleasure engulfed him.
His blood ran hot through his body, burst through his veins like a wildfire out of control, raced to his head to explode in a rush of heat and flame. She was tight and hot, a velvet sheath gripping his body, surrounding him with so much pleasure it rode the edge of pain. He felt everything for her at once, wild lust, a greedy need, overwhelming love and tenderness. He wanted to take his time, surging in and out of her, rocking her while the water lapped at their bodies, but the pleasure was too intense, even with his slow thrusting. They were too hot, the heat arcing between them and rising fast no matter how hard he tried to slow them down. Her nails dug into his skin. Her head was thrown back, the line of her throat exposed.
Deep inside where it counted, they moved together, blended and merged, becoming one being in one skin. Rachael’s soft cry took the last of his control. Her body tightened around his, gripped and clung and made demands.
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He lifted his face to the sky, soaring there, taking her with him while the water splashed around their bodies.
“You’re swearing,” Rachael whispered. There was laughter in her voice. She kissed his shoulder, moved her hips in the rhythm of his, allowing the little aftershocks to ride over both of them.
“You do that to me, Rachael. I think you’re going to give me a heart attack. I could make love to you a hundred times a day.” He lowered her gently until she was standing waist deep in water, leaning into bis body, his arms enfolding her close. “I’m losing my staying power, have you noticed?”
Her soft laughter tightened every cell in his body, washed over him like clean rain. “I thought mat was me.”
A crash in the bushes near the embankment alerted them that they weren’t alone. Rio whirled to face the danger, putting his body between Rachael and the wildly thrashing shrubbery. Two small cats tumbled out into the open, Fritz sliding down the muddy bank and landing in the water almost at their feet. Rachael’s hand, on the small of Rio’s back, felt the tension drain out of him.