trying to absorb
the sight of so much exposed skin. He was all hard, smooth ridges and planes,
without an ounce of spare flesh on him. His broad shoulders and chest tapered
into a waist that rippled with muscles. She pressed her palms into his chest
and was surprised at how warm he was—like a hot stone pulled from the hearth.
He grunted in annoyance, and she realized that he
was still trying to loosen the ties on her dress.
“Is everything all right back there?” she said. He
craned his head over her shoulder to try to get a look at what his hands were
doing.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered. “I think it’s knotted.”
The intoxicating combination of their bodies so
close, of their heated kiss, and of his bare torso was making her feel giddy.
She laughed wildly.
“Just break the ties.”
He pulled her closer so that she was pressed against
his chest. Then he swept a hand around her hair to brush it over one of her
shoulders. He took the ties in hand, and she could feel his muscles flex as he
gave a tug. The ties popped and her dress loosened.
He set her back from him by a foot, and she helped
him pull down the thick woolen dress. Then she was standing before him in
nothing but her linen chemise. The relative coolness of the chamber against her
skin was like a breath of fresh air. But before she could get used to it, he
pressed his half-naked body against her once more, and heat suffused her.
He took control of her mouth with a deep kiss. She
clung to his shoulders, digging in her nails to stay anchored in the storm of
sensation barraging her. Without warning, he scooped her up in his arms as if
she were as light as a feather and placed her on his large bed.
He loomed over her, but he kept his weight on his
hands so as not to crush her. He leaned down to kiss her again, but instead of
finding her mouth, he sought her neck. His mouth and tongue worked up toward
her ear, causing her to shiver despite the heat coursing through her. Then he
moved to her collar and the edge of her chemise.
He shifted his weight onto an elbow so that one of
his hands was free. This time, he made quick work of the ties on her chemise,
and before she knew it, she felt cool air brushing against her breasts. He
remained motionless, though.
She lifted her head off the bed to see what he was
doing. He was frozen above her, gazing at her exposed chest.
“I have dreamed of this moment,” he said lowly, his
eyes devouring her.
“You have? Why?”
He glanced up at her with one dark eyebrow cocked.
“Because you are beautiful. And because we are making love.”
She frowned in confusion. “What do my breasts have
to do with it?”
“Do you know what making love entails, lass?”
She felt her cheeks heat, but she wouldn’t cower
like a silly girl. She knew the basics, at least.
“I know that it involves you putting your…” She
swallowed. Perhaps she was just a silly girl after all.
“Cock.”
Her pulse hitched with a combination of
embarrassment and anticipation at his voice.
“It involves you putting your…cock…inside me.”
His eyes seared her for a moment. “Aye, it does. But
it involves a lot more than that. It involves pleasure—for both of us. Tell me,
Rona, does this give you pleasure?”
He lowered his dark head toward one of her breasts
and flicked his tongue across her nipple.
A bolt of lightning could not have scorched her
deeper or hotter. She jerked and arched at the sensation, her head falling back
on the bed.
“How about this?” He took her nipple into his mouth
and laved it slowly, teasing and caressing with his velvety tongue.
She moaned in response. If she had thought her body
was enflamed before, now she was engulfed in a raging fire.
“What about this?” he said against her breast. One
of his hands slipped under the hem of her chemise and moved slowly up her inner
thigh. His fingers inched toward the crux of her legs torturously. When he
reached the juncture of her legs, he slid one finger
the sight of so much exposed skin. He was all hard, smooth ridges and planes,
without an ounce of spare flesh on him. His broad shoulders and chest tapered
into a waist that rippled with muscles. She pressed her palms into his chest
and was surprised at how warm he was—like a hot stone pulled from the hearth.
He grunted in annoyance, and she realized that he
was still trying to loosen the ties on her dress.
“Is everything all right back there?” she said. He
craned his head over her shoulder to try to get a look at what his hands were
doing.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered. “I think it’s knotted.”
The intoxicating combination of their bodies so
close, of their heated kiss, and of his bare torso was making her feel giddy.
She laughed wildly.
“Just break the ties.”
He pulled her closer so that she was pressed against
his chest. Then he swept a hand around her hair to brush it over one of her
shoulders. He took the ties in hand, and she could feel his muscles flex as he
gave a tug. The ties popped and her dress loosened.
He set her back from him by a foot, and she helped
him pull down the thick woolen dress. Then she was standing before him in
nothing but her linen chemise. The relative coolness of the chamber against her
skin was like a breath of fresh air. But before she could get used to it, he
pressed his half-naked body against her once more, and heat suffused her.
He took control of her mouth with a deep kiss. She
clung to his shoulders, digging in her nails to stay anchored in the storm of
sensation barraging her. Without warning, he scooped her up in his arms as if
she were as light as a feather and placed her on his large bed.
He loomed over her, but he kept his weight on his
hands so as not to crush her. He leaned down to kiss her again, but instead of
finding her mouth, he sought her neck. His mouth and tongue worked up toward
her ear, causing her to shiver despite the heat coursing through her. Then he
moved to her collar and the edge of her chemise.
He shifted his weight onto an elbow so that one of
his hands was free. This time, he made quick work of the ties on her chemise,
and before she knew it, she felt cool air brushing against her breasts. He
remained motionless, though.
She lifted her head off the bed to see what he was
doing. He was frozen above her, gazing at her exposed chest.
“I have dreamed of this moment,” he said lowly, his
eyes devouring her.
“You have? Why?”
He glanced up at her with one dark eyebrow cocked.
“Because you are beautiful. And because we are making love.”
She frowned in confusion. “What do my breasts have
to do with it?”
“Do you know what making love entails, lass?”
She felt her cheeks heat, but she wouldn’t cower
like a silly girl. She knew the basics, at least.
“I know that it involves you putting your…” She
swallowed. Perhaps she was just a silly girl after all.
“Cock.”
Her pulse hitched with a combination of
embarrassment and anticipation at his voice.
“It involves you putting your…cock…inside me.”
His eyes seared her for a moment. “Aye, it does. But
it involves a lot more than that. It involves pleasure—for both of us. Tell me,
Rona, does this give you pleasure?”
He lowered his dark head toward one of her breasts
and flicked his tongue across her nipple.
A bolt of lightning could not have scorched her
deeper or hotter. She jerked and arched at the sensation, her head falling back
on the bed.
“How about this?” He took her nipple into his mouth
and laved it slowly, teasing and caressing with his velvety tongue.
She moaned in response. If she had thought her body
was enflamed before, now she was engulfed in a raging fire.
“What about this?” he said against her breast. One
of his hands slipped under the hem of her chemise and moved slowly up her inner
thigh. His fingers inched toward the crux of her legs torturously. When he
reached the juncture of her legs, he slid one finger
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