The drive back to Caitlin's house was short, and the sexual tension was so thick inside the Roadster, you could almost taste it. Donovan glanced at Caitlin; she rested comfortably in the passenger seat, her eyes closed. He wished she would give him some kind of sign as to her feelings. She had become withdrawn when they left the park and he wondered if the sexual urgency he had felt in her response earlier had been replaced with misgivings about what she had allowed to happen.
As if reading his thoughts, Donovan felt her hand on his thigh. His response to her touch was strong and swift, and he felt as though he had been struck by lightening. Looking over at her, he saw her eyes remained closed, and there was the slightest hint of a smile on her lips. He covered her hand with his and dropped his foot on the gas pedal; he couldn't get her home soon enough to suit his need.
Caitlin opened her eyes to look at him. He was drawing little circles on the back of her hand with his thumb and she felt herself go weak at his touch. She wondered when she had lost control over her body. Never, in her wildest dreams, would she ever imagine that a man would have this much power over her emotions.
Donovan stopped the car in the driveway, jumped out and strode quickly to open Caitlin's door. He offered her his hand and she accepted it with a smile. He pulled her to him, crushing her in his embrace. With eyes that blazed with passion, he questioned her, begging for a response.
Caitlin answered his unspoken question; twining her arms around his neck and pulling him towards her while she stood on her tiptoes to bestow upon him a kiss so passionate he thought he might have been dreaming. If it was a dream, he didn't want to ever wake up.
His arms snaked around her waist and pulled her roughly against him and Caitlin could feel his hardness against her stomach. A deep, low growl emitted from his throat as she explored his chest and back with her hands, mindful of his wounded shoulder.
Donovan moved them toward the house, fumbling with the locks on the door, not wanting to remove himself from Caitlin's embrace for a fraction of a second. In the back of his mind he still imagined Caitlin would change her mind.
Caitlin laughed as she covered his hand with hers and took the keys from him. She slid it into the lock easily and the door opened. "Men are so easily distracted," she joked as she removed herself from Frank's embrace and entered the house.
"You are not a distraction a man can prepare himself for." That was the whole of it, now, wasn't it? He hadn't been prepared for her, and she so selflessly wound herself around his heart that he would never be free.
"How you do flatter me, sir," she said in her best Scarlet O'Hara voice.
She wondered why he lingered downstairs, while she was halfway upstairs. He wanted her, she knew he did, and Heaven help her, she wanted him. Every muscle in her body ached and throbbed with desire for him, calling out for release.
She turned to face him, one hand resting on the rail. "Frank? Is something wrong?"
He started to climb, his eyes locked with hers as she continued moving backwards up the stairs. "I need you to tell me something." He was on the step below her now. "You must be honest to yourself, as well as me."
"You're being so serious." She was at the top now, walking backwards down the hall that led to her room. "What is it you need to know?"
They were at her door now. They stood facing each other, so close Donovan could feel her breath on his face. "Tell me what you want, really want, before we start something I'm not sure I can stop."
Caitlin felt the bed behind her. She understood why he was hesitating. He was giving her a chance to send him away. Her hands moved to the straps of her dress, pushing them off her shoulders and it fell silently to the floor lying in a heap at her feet. She was amazed at her own actions, quite unaware when her shyness left her and was replaced by brazenness.
He watched her through heavy eyelids as she stepped out of her dress and kicked it to the side. He thought she was going to move toward him, but instead, she walked across the room to the doors that led to the balcony and swung them open, letting the ocean breeze enter the room. She was bathed in moonlight, accentuating her every curve, breathing new life to his desire.
Caitlin retraced her steps and closed the distance between them. "Now, where were we?" She smiled teasingly. "Oh, yes, you wanted an answer." She put a finger to her chin and tapped it absentmindedly pretending to ponder the affairs of state. "Hmmm...let's see if this will satisfy your need for knowledge." Her hand reached out to him.
Donovan's eyes widened as Caitlin boldly reached forward and unzipped his pants. "I'm still not satisfied." His voice was low and husky. His eyes devoured her.
"Oh, well, how about this?" She asked as she unbuttoned the pants and slid them down his hips.
"A little better," he acknowledged as he stepped out of his shoes, then removed the slacks the rest of the way and kicked them to the side much as Caitlin had done with her dress.
"Hmmm," she murmured, tapping her lips as if deep in thought. "Oh! Here, try this." She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She watched Frank's eyes grow darker with arousal. Once freed from her breasts, she let the silky garment slide down her arms and grasped it in her hand.
"Or this." She moved closer to him, her eyes locked to his. She lifted her hands to his neck without touching him, although by the intake of his breath, one might have thought she did and draped the bra around his neck.
He smiled lazily, pulling it from his neck and tossing it into the pile of clothes they were creating.
"Now, about that shirt..." Her hands moved deftly over the buttons and within moments it joined the other clothes in the pile. She smiled seductively. "Has your question been answered?" she asked, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady her as she removed her sandals.
"Not entirely," he whispered, he eyed her hungrily.
"Oh, these?" She put her thumb in the waistband of her panties and tugged at them.
"Caitlin!" He growled and gathered her to him. "Stop teasing," he demanded as his mouth ground against hers.
When he broke the kiss, she was breathless, shaken. "Okay, no more...no more teasing." She laid her head against his chest, her hands roaming his back. "I want you." She barely got the words out before his lips covered hers again.
Donovan's senses reeled. Her skin felt like silk under his rough hands as they slid leisurely down her sides. His fingers slid beneath the thin fabric of her panties and he pushed them from her hips until they fell at her feet. They, too, joined the pile on the floor.
He laid her gently on the bed, his eyes roamed freely over her nude body. She was glorious. He couldn't remember the last time he needed a woman so badly. He leaned over her and kissed her hard, demanding. He cupped hers breast, his hands kneading, caressing, arousing. Her breasts swelled in his hands and he bent to flick his tongue over the hardened nipples, first one, then the other.
Caitlin moaned as he suckled her breast, the sweet, heated wave of desire enveloping her, coursing through her. A soft cry left her lips when he pulled away to remove what little remained of his own clothing.
Her eyes widened and she licked her lips nervously when she saw him now, fully aroused, no clothing to hinder her view. He was so big! She wondered if she would be able to accommodate him. She pushed the thought from her mind and held her arms out to him as he eased himself atop her.
He positioned himself above her, careful not to put his full weight on her; a groan escaped him when his hardness pressed against the soft skin of her thigh. Her hands roamed freely over his back, causing him to shudder. He captured her mouth, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her lips, the touch of her tongue against his.
Her desire was consuming her, and she was sure she would expire from the heat. A gasp of delight escaped her when he captured a nipple between his lips. Her voice was heavy with rapture as she called out his name.
Donovan raised himself to move slowly downward, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses down the valley of her breast, over her stomach, and the soft patch of hair that sheltered her moist core. He placed a knee between her thighs, beckoning her to welcome him. As her legs moved apart, he placed himself between her thighs, sliding his hands under her buttocks to make her more accessible to his tender ministrations.
Caitlin stiffened when she realized what he was doing. She had heard women talk of it, but no man had ever been that familiar with her body.
Donovan paused when he felt her tense. He reached for her and gently cupped her face. "Relax. Enjoy."
When he leaned over her, kissing her with a persuasive passion, she relaxed instantly to the heat that exuded from him.
Her head flew back instantly, when she felt his tongue caress the delicate folds of her womanhood. He continued, licking, sucking. Her head moved from side to side, moaning as ecstasy overtook her. And when she felt his tongue slide in and out of her opening, she thought she would surely die. The pain was exquisite as spasms rolled through her and she again called out his name. This time, her voice was not low and husky.
Loud and urgent, she called to him, breaking him from the taste of her climax. He pulled himself back to her, their lips almost touching. Her breathing was heavy, erratic. Her breath was hot against his face. He could see there would be no turning back for her; she was his.
"Please, Frank," she begged. "Make love to me, please. I need you so."
He wiped a tear that slid from the corner of her eye and crushed his lips to hers. She moaned heavily when he positioned himself between her thighs, his hardness pressed against her swollen, throbbing folds.
He entered her slowly, his desire tenfold knowing she wanted him so desperately. This was more than lust, he told himself as he inched further into her. His heart soared with the love he felt for her, and the physical act of love was more pleasurable because of that love. He moaned her name against her lips; one hand cupped a breast possessively as her soft, velvety tunnel enveloped him.
Caitlin opened her eyes when Frank suddenly stopped his movements within her. His eyes were wide and she wondered what caused his abrupt halt to their lovemaking.
"Hell, Caitlin," he whispered huskily. "You're a virgin." His heart had practically stopped beating when he encountered her maidenhead, the thin barrier of her virginity.
Caitlin nodded mutely. What was there to say? She was, but she would not be one much longer. She loved him, she knew now, had loved him from the first moment his eyes met hers on the stoop the night she found him injured. There was no other that she would want to give this gift that she had been saving. She prayed he wouldn't change his mind.
"We can still stop. It's not too late," he assured her. He wasn't convinced she knew what she was getting into or giving up, for that matter.
"No, my love, please don't stop." Her eyes held her love for him in liquid pools, the depths of which he might never know.
He felt an anguished cry leave his throat as she lifted her head and tantalized him when she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. "It will hurt briefly," he tried to explain, "but pain will turn to pleasure."
He thrust into her, tearing the thin membrane and his heart wept at the soft outcry that escaped Caitlin's beautiful lips. As he watched her face, she smiled. A smile so reassuring he thought his heart would burst.
Caitlin moaned silkily, sliding her hands down his back and cupped his buttocks. "All of you," she murmured. She was shocked by the sound of her own voice; at how deep it had become. "I want to feel all of you inside me." And to answer the questioning look in his eye, she lifted her hips and pushed down on his bottom, driving him deep within her.
She amazed him, she really did. And he was lost, moving within her in heated rhythmic strokes. They were as one, moving together, sending each other to heaven; a timeless heaven within each other's arms, bodies.
He slowed his movement within her and touched his forehead to hers. Caitlin could see every line of his handsome, chiseled features bathed in moonlight. She watched as passion distorted them with every thrust. It drew an excitement from deep within her, and she knew she was nearing the edge of the bliss he so skillfully evoked within her.
Donovan could hold back no longer. He pulled back and thrust hard, deep within in her, triggering the ultimate euphoria they both needed, wanted. He felt her body quake in climax and her soft ardent moans swept over him as he thrust one last time, shuddering, calling out her name as he met his release deep within her.
Donovan rolled onto his back, bringing Caitlin with him. She laid her head comfortably on his chest and released a contented sigh. His chin rested against her head and he stroked her silky hair.
She lifted her head to smile at him and placed a small kiss on his chin. "I've never experienced anything so beautiful." She snuggled back into his embrace. Her hand touched the wound on his shoulder, now covered in a small bandage. "You didn't reopen your wounds, did you?"
He was touched by her concern. "No, angel, I didn't." He kissed the top of her head. "I just hope you don't regret what we've done."
"I won't," she assured him.
"I hope you will always feel that way," he said sleepily. Caitlin lifted herself off him and moved to his side to snuggle into the crook of his arm. He pulled her close and covered them with a blanket. "The sound of the ocean is lulling me to sleep," he apologized.
"Mmmm...it sounds wonderful, doesn't it?" She sighed when she felt his arms tighten about her. "Goodnight, Frank," she whispered, as she drifted to sleep. Somewhere in the distance, a faint whisper of love touched her heart.
"I love you, Caitlin," he whispered to the beautiful vision sleeping within his arms.
To be continued...