Oh, and he was wicked—wicked—making her admit it. But a sob came from her throat as she caressed him faster. “This.”
“And how do you want it?” His must be the voice of the devil coming out of the darkness.
“Any way you will give yourself to me.”
He moved then, sliding himself beneath her so she fully straddled his hard body. His hands drew the night rail up past her legs, her buttocks, her shoulders. When he pulled it off over her head, her hair tumbled about the both of them.
So now very little lay between them. His trews gaped open, and she could feel him prodding between her thighs. Her bare stomach rested on his, her breasts abraded by the hair on his chest.
Would he enter her now and end this exquisite ache?
But no, for he slid down in the bed, his hands at her waist, and his mouth latched onto her breast.
So intense was the pleasure, Jeannie nearly cried out. Only the knowledge that Aggie would hear her and come running prevented it. What if Aggie brought a light and saw the two of them this way, devoid of covers and shame? Somehow the fear of discovery only heightened her pleasure.
She cradled his head—hair like silk—as his hungry mouth plundered her, and pressed herself closer. The ache between her thighs intensified, and tingling spread throughout her body, like that before a thunderstorm.
“Give yourself to me, Jeannie.” His breath whispered across the damp skin of her breast. “All of you.”
“Take what you will.” Jeannie had never imagined offering all of herself to any man, but he was not just any man. He was a god, hard and vital in the dark.
Slowly, deliberately, he lavished the attentions of his hot mouth on her other breast, until her body thrummed unbearably and she begged, “Please.”
“What more do you want?”
“You!”
“Then taste me.”
Did she dare? Given, the idea had been in her mind almost from the first moment she saw him arise from the pool, every part of him dripping wet. But this act, surely, was more wicked then all the rest.
Still, she parted her lips and let her tongue taste his lips, slide downward from there and taste his chin, and the skin of his throat and then his chest, picturing the tattoos there as she did. He tasted salty and wonderful and so utterly male it nearly cost the last of her senses. She released the idea of right and wrong from her mind and continued to work her way down.
The muscles of his taut stomach trembled beneath her mouth. When she slid still lower and once more curled her fingers around him, he moaned like a man in agony.
Now it was he who said the word, “Please.”
He slid into the hot cavern of her mouth like iron covered with warm satin. She closed her eyes, reveling in the pleasure and power of it as he arched off the bed.
Hers, hers, hers.
Yes, and this act might well be a wicked one. Delightfully so.
He began to move beneath her in a seductive rhythm. The tension in her body built, and her world narrowed to nothing but this man, this joining. When he drew her mouth from him at last and hauled her up, she nearly cried out again. In one swift movement he flipped her beneath him on the bed and entered her in a burst of pleasure that caused the light to explode behind her eyes.
And then they both lay breathing raggedly, his body draped atop hers while the waves of pleasure receded. Not far. She sensed he had only to move in order to send her soaring all over again.
Her mind, reawakening, tried to comprehend what had just happened. Here, in her own bed.
How would she ever be able to sleep here without him?
****
By all the gods of the earth, sea, and sky, what a woman! The thought dominated Finnan’s mind even as the last sparks flew from his inner vision and the soft darkness came down.
Fool, fool, fool.
What voice was that, making itself known now that he could hear it? Moments ago he had not been able to listen. There had been only the pleasure and the desire.
