Stars blazed in her eyes when Rob put his mouth to her most intimate spot and began to tease and suckle as he had done with the bud of her breast. Fiery comets sped past her and burst into flames as his tongue touched her where it had no right to be.
Rob had his hand on her stomach, gentling her as she squirmed. But how could she not wriggle about when he was exciting her to the very core?
If he did not want her to move, then he needed to get his head out from between her legs and stop licking her as though she were ice cream.
Oh, dear heaven.That sounded so dirty!
But it felt so good.
“Rob…” She called his name urgently as her entire body suddenly turned volcanic and seemed about to explode from within. “Rob.”
“I have you, Fiona. Let yourself go.”
How?
She had never experienced anything so intense, and now felt herself coming undone as quivering waves began to ripple through her body.
She cried his name again. Blinding stars filled her eyes and then tore apart to become shimmering bits of starlight. She began to tumble through this blaze of starlight, tumble toward Rob, who was there to catch her as she fell, just as he had always been and could forever be, if only she would let him.
She had never felt anything this powerful before.
But she felt safe throughout the entire experience, because this was Rob and he would always care for her.
She stayed floating through the silvery sparkles of starlight as they fell gently in a shimmering rain that now surrounded her. Her breathless journey was about to come to an end.
No mere journey, but a beautiful moment in time.
Rob took her in his arms as she calmed, his kisses soft and loving. He slid his hands up and down her arms, caressing her while she regained her composure.
She rested her head upon his bare chest, her escape of air feathering his chest hairs as she nestled against him and inhaledhis clean, rugged scent of musk and maleness. His skin felt hot against her cheek.
She threw her arm across his torso, as though this was enough to hold him to her forever. But she’d never had enormous strength in her arms. She could not hold him back if he wanted to go.
And he would have to go soon.
She forced her mind back to thenowand not the inevitable, heart-shattering future.
“How do you feel, Fiona?”
“Shamefully good. Astounded. Not quite recovered from whatever that was.”
He chuckled. “It’s called pleasure.”
She had heard the word used so often with regard to the bedchamber, but never understood the power of it.
How could she have possibly been so dense? Why had Shoreham never tried this in all the years of their marriage?
But somehow, it felt right that Rob should be the one to show her the true meaning of pleasure. “I think I’ll swim with you tomorrow, Rob.”
A smile tugged at the corners of his sinfully beautiful mouth. “Good.”
She sighed. “It’s the clothes, you see.”
“What about clothes?”
“Mine are half on, half off, and bunched around my waist,” she explained. “Whether they are on or off doesn’t matter. That I held back today and chose not to swim with you doesn’t change the truth of things. You see right through me to my heart. Even if I wore layers upon layers of winter clothes, you would still see through them into my heart. You would even see me clearly through a wall of iron, for that matter.”
“You give me too much credit. All I had was a desire to share a moment like this with you,” he said, his voice low andrumbling, “and a hope that it might please you. I was going to slowly teach you the ways of desire—inching steps, although I did not think you would be afraid of anything.”
