Corinne smiled lovingly up at him and framed his face with her hands. “I know Lisa better than anyone else, Dayan, and I love her. I would never want her burdened with more than she can handle.”
He nodded his acceptance and bent his head to kiss her inviting mouth. “I fear you are looking far too beautiful to have gone through such an ordeal as you have.
I do not know how Lisa will take your recovery.” His hand traced the slender column of her throat, moved lower to cup the weight of her soft, firm breast in his palm. He thought that touch would be enough, but need slammed into his body. Before he could stop himself, he bent his head lower to find her nipple right through the thin silk of her blouse, his teeth scraping gently, his mouth suddenly hot and urgent, pulling strongly.
Corinne closed her eyes and leaned into him, wanting him all over again, her body flooding with liquid heat. She circled his head and held him tightly to her. “What are you doing, Dayan? We’re right outside the house; anyone could see us through the windows if they were looking.” But she wasn’t pushing him away as she should have; she was pressing him to her, arching her body to give him better access. Her breath was coming in ragged little gasps. How could she need his touch so much? She wanted him right there, that minute, again and again, his body hard and thick, thrusting into hers.
‘We can be unseen if we so desire.’ Even in his mind, his voice was husky, sensual, wickedly erotic. She could taste him in her mouth, feel him deep inside her, and yet he was only at her breast, his mouth demanding. The feel of his mouth, hot and wet over the silk of her blouse, was making her wild and hungry.
‘You mean invisible?’ The thought excited her. Having him right there, right at that moment. When she wanted. She was already moving against him, making her own demands. ‘Tell me how.’
‘First you do whatever you see in my head.’ His hand was sliding over her flat stomach, pushing aside her shirt so that he could feel bare skin.
He had pictures in his head, but Corinne was certain they had nothing to do with becoming invisible. She heard his soft laughter. ‘You’re so incredibly bad sometimes. ‘ She meant to chastise him, but it came out soft and sexy. She was already responding to those pictures, trusting him to cloak them from prying eyes. She was pushing aside his clothing, her hands finding the hard length of him, fingertips dancing and teasing, making intimate promises to him.
Dayan removed their clothing in the way of his people, easily, simply, so that her body was open to his, so he could look at her curvy feminine form and marvel at its lush perfection. His hand slipped down her flat belly to the nest of curls and settled there, his fingers finding her hot and slick with damp need. “I could take you over and over and never have enough,” he whispered, leaning back to watch her face while he pushed with his palm against her entrance. He loved to see her face, the way she moved into him, her hips begging for more, wanting him with the same eagerness he had for her.
“Dayan.” She whispered his name. Softly. Her voice said it all. He bent his head again to find her mouth with his, at the same time inserting two fingers into her hot channel, stroking, teasing, matching the rhythm of her hips. She was fiery hot, and her scent called to him. Corinne moved restlessly against him, loving the way the breeze slid over her body like his fingers, teasing her nipples into hard, beckoning peaks so that Dayan couldn’t resist her invitation. She loved him watching her pleasure, feeling her pleasure when he merged with her.
‘I want to taste you, Corinne. I want every part of you.’
‘I would deny you nothing, Dayan. You know that.’ She loved the intimacy of their mind merge. The way everything between them was so out in the open. She didn’t have to tell him she wanted him to push into her harder – he already knew it. He didn’t have to tell her that the way she was moving and showing her need of him excited him unbearably.