"Stay."
He grinned, then pushed her to her back and put his mouth over her breast. His tongue was the most talented organ inEngland.
In minutes, she was writhing in his arms, his mouth on one nipple, her flesh pounding over his skillful fingers. And then he curled her against him and stroked her back as if she were acat.
Against her tummy, she felt the hard probe of his cock and smiled. "Perhaps I should go now for yourbrandy?"
"Perhaps you'd prefer to stay a fewminutes?"
Breathless, she propped herself up on one arm, her mouth watering at the sight of his very ripe interest. She lay her hand on his length and the girth of him, the heat of him pulsing through her. "I think you'll wait for thatbrandy."
Minutes later, she rolled to her back, threw her arms over her head, grinned at him and sighed. In the eight years she'd been married, she’d had no rippling moments of fulfillment. In fact, Camille's conception had been a huge shock to both David and her. Truly, in the last hour, she could count more sexual satisfaction than she'd enjoyed in all herlife.
But her next thought caused a lump in her throat. She'd never before been consumed by such blinding passion for a man. And much as she’d loved him, not ever for herhusband.
* * *
Killian rosefrom her bed as he saw a ray of sun dart through the gray clouds beyond her bedroom window. Losing the heat of her body shocked his system, but he padded over to her draperies and spread the heavy damask wide. From here he saw down to the coast where a few dark figures walked the rockyshore.
Liv looped her arms around his waist, her lips to hisspine.
"I mustgo."
He heard her moan. "Don't.Stay."
He turned in her embrace. "Aren't you concerned someone willknow?"
"No." She kissed him full on the mouth and he yearned to return the homage. "I have a maid-of-all-work but I gave her a half day yesterday and whole today. She's gone to Hove to visit her family and won't be here until tomorrow morning. Stay with me, Killian. Let me cook for you. I'll play the pianotoo."
He hugged her close. "You have a pianohere?"
"I rented one from a local seller." She widened her eyes, playful as he'd not seen her before. "Chopin? Bach? Bacon and cheese with eggs? What is yourpleasure?"
"You know the answer to that last," he said and squeezed her luscious body againsthis.
"Wonderful." She tore away and danced backwards. "Would you like arobe?"
He knit his brows. "Silk?"
With a flourish of one hand, she indicated his face. "A wonderful fine weave from Chinese worms. Red and yellow butterflies. It'll compliment yourcomplexion."
"Like hell it will. Thank you, I'll wash up anddress."
Her face fell. "What ashame."
He chuckled. "You won'tdress?"
She preened, then crossed her arms. Her breasts swelled and her nipples beckoned him. "Do I needto?"
"A robe, oh tempting one. At the veryleast."
She strolled away. The sight of her derriere as she flexed her muscles made him rethink his suggestion of somegarment.
He groaned. "I'm dressing. Where's a pitcher? I'll go out to the pump and get washwater."
She was shrugging into a yellow silk robe and tying the sash beneath her breasts. "You're a darling. The pump is out back. I'll show you the way and the pitcher is...here." She took a large blue china one from behind her dressingscreen.
"I'll put on clothes and go out," he grumbled as he pulled on his undergarment and his pants. "One thing I'll treasure in this new house will be the indoorplumbing."
