All That the Heart Desires by June Moonbridge Page B

he was having a hard time controlling himself and his actions. I realised then he was afraid he would frighten me.
    However, I was far from being scared. I trembled like a leaf, that was true, but I trembled out of expectation and the anticipation of what was waiting for me. I trembled out of desire. I wanted him and I needed him badly.
    I realised I must do something, otherwise I would be consumed by the fire he had ignited in me. I needed to break the spell somehow, so I took his hands and put them on my breasts. At the mere touch of his hands, my legs began to weaken, unable to support me anymore. Without his lightening quick reaction, I would have fallen to the floor.
    He helped me steady myself. A moment later, I was in his arms and his lips were again on my neck. His hands started to slide down my body, leaving hot traces on my bare skin. I felt the fabric of my skirt being slowly pulled up and soon I felt them on the bare skin of my thighs. The feeling was good and it somehow felt natural for his hands to be there.
    I kissed his shoulders, adding more fuel to his fiery passion. But this felt so right.
    My skirt fell to the floor and his hands were on my hips again, barely touching me. All those emotions were consuming me like a savannah fire. Before I knew it, my lacy bra followed the skirt. My breasts were touching his chest and my nipples hardened against his chest hair.
    Lorcan’s breathing became heavy again. He was just as close to eruption as I was. We needed to slow down and I was not sure how we would manage to steady the wild flames of desire. My body responded too much to his with all the emotions I had for him; from hate to love and passion.
    He moved away a little, far enough to be able to touch me. He began to caress my nipples. My body arched back and my head tilted. I was standing before him only in my lacy silky knickers.
    I was breathing hard and a short cry escaped from my mouth when he moved his hand from my nipple and replaced it with his tongue. I wasn’t sure how I could survive the intensity of the feelings he aroused in me. My breathing was short and sharp. I was holding his shoulders as if I was trying to save myself from drowning. The ecstasy was almost unbearable. On the one hand I wanted him to stop, on the other I wanted him to continue.
    “What are you doing to me?” I heard him say. Those were the first words he’d spoken after I’d run into his arms. When I opened my eyes, he smiled. I wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, he was doing the same to me. He must have known that.
    He lifted me in his arms and out of my shoes as if I was a feather. My high heels stayed on the floor where I’d been standing.
    When he was sure I was safe in his arms, he bent down and kissed me again. I held his neck tightly. It would have been impossible to hold him any tighter. At that moment I hoped this would never end, that it would last forever. I didn’t know where he was carrying me, nor did I care. I was with him and that was enough.
    His mouth possessed mine and his tongue searched inside. Soon we were in his bedroom and he laid me on the bed. I didn’t care where we were. For me it would have been enough if he had dragged me onto the floor behind his couch.
    He kneeled beside the bed, watching me. The passion in his eyes was as intense as before, if not hotter. His eyes were sparkling. The hunger within him was on his face. It became tense, his features more distinctive.
    Without words, he understood my outstretched arms. Slowly, he rose and joined me on the bed. His hands were all over me with his lips following the trail of his hands. I tried to return his kisses but was trapped under his body. Although he still wore his jeans, I felt the muscles of his legs through the fabric. I had no difficulty imagining what else was hidden underneath those jeans.
    Slowly, but with no possibility of me resisting, he lifted my arms over my head and held them there with his right hand, while his lips found