Reviving Haven (17 page)

His eyes are an amazing brilliant green, and he holds me captive in his gaze. Suddenly, he brushes a lock of hair off my forehead, and the gentle, almost reverent action squeezes my heart with feelings that I can’t dare to comprehend at this moment. His luminous green gaze seems to look right into my soul.

“
Leannán,”
he whispers.

My breath hitches as he begins rocking into me, bringing my knees up and opening me up to him. He’s so deep inside me, but then he grips my hips and starts to power into me. My God, what an incredible feeling—I hear myself mewling and crying out for more, and I’m arching my back to meet his long strokes as he bottoms out inside my slick channel. His control is snapping and now he’s pounding into me, delivering the sweetest pleasure mixed with a bit of pain
. His grunts penetrate the air as he thrusts faster and faster.

“Harder,” I moan.

I’m finding it hard to distinguish between pain and pleasure, but I don’t want him to stop. He sits up, takes one of my legs, and positions it on his shoulder as he drives into me harder, deeper and faster. The pain subsides as intense pleasure takes over. I’m about to explode and I arch into him again, but this time I grind my rock hard clit against the base of his cock as I feel my orgasm barreling down on me.

I pull Latch down to me, kissing him savagely. I rip my lips away from his and gulp in some much-needed air, and then I run my tongue along his ear and trap his earlobe between my teeth. I feel him shudder above me and then, without warning, my climax crashes over me like the turbulent ocean waves. My sex clenches, squeezing his cock, and a tingling charge races throughout my body, making my hypersensitive nerves dance to the ultimate desire above me . . . inside me. His length throbs and thickens, sending me completely over the edge. My nails dig into Latch’s arm, and I scream his name—
I can’t believe how loud I’m screaming
—repeatedly until I’m hoarse. His body stiffens, and I can feel the pressure and the release through the condom as he jerks once, twice, three times into me.

His body releases its tension and sags against me, careful not to rest all of his weight on me, as we attempt to regulate our ragged, shallow breathing. He holds onto me as his fingers lace through mine. We’re still joined, silent. A few minutes later, he sighs and lets out a slight chuckle.

“So, was it legendary?” he asks in a tone that sounds like he’s boasting.

I can hardly form any words. I'm still processing, trying to catch tr
ying to catch my breath.

“If this was the Olympic Games, you’d get the gold for that one,” I manage to sputter while still trying to catch my breath.

He leans over to kiss me. Then he holds on to the condom as he eases out of my soaked sex, carefully removing it, tying it off and tossing it into the trash. Settling back on the bed, he turns towards me with a satisfied smile on his face, and I can’t help but reach out and run my hand down his glorious, sweat-soaked chest.

We lay in his massive bed for a while, snuggling quietly, touching each other soothingly with light caresses and teasing each other playfully with gentle pinches from strategically placed fingers. I can’t even describe how amazing and important this is for me. After my horrible experience with Jared, the fact that Latch wants to be with me like this, to ground me with his tender loving care—instead of the heartless “wham, bam, thank you, ma’am”—makes me feel alive with the possibilities.

And it makes him even more
 
real
 to me.

Latch is tracing circles around my bellybutton with the tip of his index finger, and I am so languid right now that I can only muster the energy for a breathy sigh. He props himself up on his elbow and looks at me intently with a mischievous gleam flashing in his eyes.

“How about a shower before round three?” He squeezes my hand.

I turn towards the nightstand and the clock reads 12:40 a.m. I stretch my arms up over my head and fake a yawn.

“Tired already? Must be an older woman thing,” he snickers. I smack him lightly on his chest.

“Some of us actually worked today . . . well, yesterday,” I point out, grabbing the sheet and pulling it up to cover my bare breasts.

“Well, I actually worked today . . . yesterday too. And as you can see, I still have plenty of energy for sexual adventures,” he replies in his smug way.

“Gee, Mr. McKay, very articulate.” I let out a laugh.

“Take a shower with me, and then I’ll hand feed you fruit and cheese. I’ll show you my true romantic side, I swear.”

He jumps out of bed gloriously naked, and he tugs on my arm, trying to pull me out with him. It’s one thing to have sex with him, but I just can’t fully expose my body to him like this without some sort of shield. I’m too self-conscious for him to view me from top to bottom. Taking a shower with him would allow him to see every imperfection on my body. Now that I feel cornered, my brain is plagued with all my insecurities. I really have the urge to get up and bolt, but that will still allow him to see me completely nude. I hate feeling this way. A tear forms at the corner of my eye and I quickly wipe it away. Latch kneels down by the bed, and his face is racked with concern. He runs his palm over my cheek, touching his thumb to the corner of my eye.

“Whatever it is,
leannán
, talk to me. What’s making you upset?” he asks, dotting my face with tiny kisses.

He’s so sweet and it’s making this worse. Why can’t he be a jerk? I’m such a basket case. I have way too many hang ups to be with someone like him. He is the single most perfect thing I’ve ever known. How long until he discovers how truly screwed up I am? He won’t just walk away—he’ll run.
Hell, I’d run
.

“Baby, please . . . talk to me.” His voice implores me to trust him, and his brows knit together, causing deep lines in his forehead.

“I’m embarrassed about my body.” I exhale in a rush. “I don’t want you to see all of me. I don’t look like the women you’ve been with.” My voice shakes and I tighten my grip on the sheet, pulling it all the way up to my neck.

He sits down on the bed next to me, never taking his eyes from mine. He slowly fingers the sheet, pulling it down and exposing my bare breasts. He bends his head and kisses both of them, teasing the nipples with his tongue. He then looks back up at me.

“You’re right, Haven, but all those other women are fake from head to toe. Everything on you is real and beautiful . . . You have no idea what you do to me,
leannán
. Since the first night, I can’t think of anyone or anything but you. I want to be with you, inside you and everything in between. You own me, and make no mistake about it—you are mine, every gourmet single inch of you. When I look at you, I see nothing but delicious perfection. If you believe nothing else I’m saying, know this—you can make me come with a single look.”

He pulls the sheet lower, past my belly button. His hands glide over my breasts and down to my stomach. He feels every curve, every flaw. Keeping one hand on my stomach, his free hand takes my hand and places it on the outside of his briefs. His erection is apparent and hard as stone.

“You do this. You’re sexy and incredibly sensual. I’d fuck you twenty-four-seven if you’d let me.” He smiles.

I tilt my head up towards him and our eyes meet. A slight smile curls my lips and I grab the sheet as I get out of the bed, wrapping it around me. I reach down and take his hand to pull him up, and he guides me towards the bathroom where he turns on the shower. I’m still wrapped in the sheet and I feel uncertain. I lean into him, placing my head on his chest. He tilts my head up with his finger under my chin and touches his lips to my forehead.

“Be right back,” he says in a lowered voice.

He walks back into his bedroom, returning a few minutes later with assorted candles. He places them on the counter, on the back of the toilet and on top of the linen cabinet. After lighting them, he flips off the light switch. The bathroom fills with flickering candle light that dances off the
shower steam. He turns to me, fingers the top edge of the sheet and pulls it away. As it falls to the floor, he pulls me into him, tightly wrapping around me in a breathless hug. Then he guides me towards the shower door. Once inside, the hot water warms and soothes me instantly, and I feel more at ease.

Latch lathers himself up and then takes the loofah and squeezes its abundant lather down my breasts. He bends down to run it up and down my legs. Even through the steam and the water spray, I can see his cock is once again thick and engorged. My breath stutters momentarily because he looks so sublime standing there, wet and aroused. He turns me around gently so my back is to him, and then the loofah is coasting up and down my arms. I feel his hardness pressing into my back, and a small whimper passes through my lips as he tosses the loofah down.

No words are spoken, and the only sound is the water spray that rains down on us. I shudder as he presses his body tight against mine, his cock searching for entrance as he nudges against me. I gasp and reach for something, anything, on which to brace myself, because my legs are going to buckle any second. This gorgeous, virile god simply makes me swoon.

My hands scrabble for purchase on the tiled shower wall as Latch grinds his thick shaft against my bottom. I’m moaning at the decadent sensation, and the
n Latch slides his hands up my arms and presses my hands against the wall. He holds me there—he’s my support.

Latch leans over and effectively cages me with his body, and then traces the whorls of my ear with his tongue, nipping and soothing the lobe as I pant underneath him. “Take one step back, baby, and then spread your legs for me, but keep your hands on the wall. Don’t worry—I’ve got you,” he croons in my ear. When I move back, he does too, but this maneuver places me farther from the wall. It also makes me dip down lower, which means Latch has a great view, and perfect position, for my sex. He kicks my ankles lightly, and this reminds me to spread for him.

Oh God, he might as well paint a bull’s-eye on my sex lips, because I’m a wide-open target for his shaft.

He releases his grip on one of my hands and runs his hand down my spine. I shiver from the sexual energy he creates in that one simple touch. I keep my hands plastered to the wall, and he notices that I won’t move. “Good girl. That’s my
leannán
,” he rumbles in that masculine tenor of his. Now both of his hands slide to my backside, and he palms my cheeks and squeezes them for a heartbeat or two. “You’ve got such a gorgeous ass, baby. I want to stare at your ass while I fuck you this way
.”
I whimper at his hot, dirty words, and they feed my passion for him.

“Please, Latch . . . I ache for you,” I cry out. If I don’t have him inside me soon, I’m going to
freaking lose it.

Latch drags his finger through the crease in my backside and right to my slit, where he strokes the slick lips of my needy sex, and then pushes a finger inside my molten core. He pumps his fingers slowly, methodically, and then I am on fire. “Mmmm  . . . you’re nice and
ready for me, aren’t you?” He takes his fingers out of my channel and bends down so that his face is level with mine, and then slowly, torturously, licks the fingers that were just inside me. I groan loudly as I watch him, and then he leans in and thoroughly kisses me. I can taste myself on his lips and the eroticism of it ramps my need up even further.

“Well,
leannán
, it looks like I ache for you too, doesn’t it?” I crane my neck and follow the motion of Latch’s arm as he’s stroking his hard cock. I whimper again, and I try to send him the green light message again with my eyes. I know he loves to tease and torment me, but I think he finally understands that I need him—now. Moving behind me, he grasps my hips, aligns the head of his cock to the opening of my sex, and then snaps his hips forward and plunges into me with one sharp, single thrust. I was not prepared for the amazing sensation while being taken this way, and in the shower, and he startles a cry from me.

“Did I hurt you, baby?” he asks, his voice strained.

I shake my head, unable to verbalize any sort of response because this feels so good. I rock into him, pushing backward onto him, and our bodies slap together loudly as he buries himself deeper into me. He uses one hand to support me while he drives into me, and his other hand reaches up to knead my breasts while leans over and his lips suck and nibble small bites on my back. His hands drift back down to my hips, pulling me into him as he thrusts faster and faster. He feels thick, hot and sleek as he tunnels in and out of my clenching channel.

“Oh, baby, I fucking love this—I love feeling your perfect ass against me as I fuck my cock into you,” Latch growls as he drives into me and adds a swivel with his hips, grinding his steel rod into me as far as it will go. My eyes practically cross with the sheer pleasure, tinged with a slight hint of pain, and it’s utterly delicious. My arousal is spiraling upwards at a breakneck speed.

My climax is only seconds away, and I’m on the familiar edge of that precipice, ready for the euphoric fall. My mewls and cries reverberate in the shower stall, and they seem to be music to Latch’s ears.

“Yes, Haven . . . baby . . . let me hear you come all over my cock,” he calls out excitedly. My breathing is shallow and raspy, and I feel myself convulse when Latch reaches down and rubs my stiff clit swiftly and expertly as his cock is shuttling in and out of my rippling core. I feel as if I’m in
a dream, blanketed by the intense sensations from his amazing sex skills, when I hear the echo of voices in the shower stall. That’s when I realize it’s me, screaming Latch’s name.

“Oh God, yes . . .
yes!
Latch . . .
LATCH!
”

I explode in front of him, shaking and wailing as my release pulses like a shock wave racing through my body and blowing out the top of my head. My sex clamps down on his cock like a vice, and I feel it swell impossibly larger and throb insistently, as though it’s desperate for its own release.

“Haven!” I hear Latch yell.

He slams into me and wraps his arms around my waist as his cock stiffens and hot seed spills into me, his cock jerking a few times to empty itself completely. I am so full of his release that I can feel it escaping my core and running down the inside of my thighs. I moan and hold onto Latch tightly as I hear him grunt loudly and feel him shiver. Then all I hear is the running water and our breathing. As he pulls out of me, he slams his fist against the shower wall so hard that the glass door vibrates from the impact. He reaches over and turns off the water, and then he turns to me with a grim expression on his face.

Did I do something wrong? Is he angry with me?

“Jesus Christ, I didn’t use a condom. Fuck,” He runs his hand through his wet hair and across his beard. I look at him, still reeling from my climax, and I reach out and touch his arm.

“It’s all right, Latch. I haven’t been with anyone for seven years and I can’t get pregnant,” I say with all honesty, hoping to put him at ease.

Latch nods as he hands me the robe that was hanging on the back of the door. He takes a towel and secures it around his waist while I watch as drops of water bead across his chest and drip from the ends of his hair. His hair has curled up from the steam and his body glows with the residue of water and sex. But Latch’s expression is filled with discord.

As we walk into the bedroom, Latch grabs the wine and glasses and makes his way to the sliding glass doors, moving out onto the balcony. I follow him out, but he’s so quiet and I don’t understand his anxiety. This can’t be the first time without a condom for him. I grab his hand and we sit down at the breakfast nook. He pours two glasses of wine and he hands me one. The evening has faded into the wee hours of the morning and a light fog is rolling in. The air is damp, the smell of salt prevalent.

“I’ve never been so irresponsible. What was I thinking?” he admonishes himself as he takes a sip from his glass. I can see how rattled he is, so I give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s not that big of a deal. You know I’m being honest with you about my sexual history. I also get a battery of tests done when I go for my yearly physical, so there’s no real cause to freak out.”