He pulled her close, picked her up, and silenced her with a kiss, then found himself shuddering for control when she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed. With one hand full of her fine round bottom, he laced the fingers of his other hand through her curls and dove his tongue deeper into the warm wetness of her mouth. Before the night was over, he silently swore to taste every delicious bit of her. Finally, he raised his head, nibbling a trail along her jaw, panting out his words. “I’ll not have need of clothing for a verra long while.”
“Verra long, huh?” She squirmed against him with a wicked look. “Sounds promising.” She tickled the tip of her tongue along the ridge of his throat, effectively fueling the blazing urgency building within him.He eased her down to the floor, grabbed the neck of her shirt, and tore it in two.
Her mouth dropped open. “That was my favorite shirt.”
He hooked his hands into the waist of her jeans and gave a warning tug. “The trews are next.”
“No. Wait!” She playfully smacked his hands away, unzipped the jeans, and shucked them off. “There.” With a seductive step away from the puddle of clothes at her feet, she smoothed her hands across the teasing bits of lace and silk hugging her curves. The dark blue triangle of cloth shimmering between her legs and the three silver-shot ribbons of lace slinking around her hips promised to be the gateway to heaven—nay, the gateway to true bliss.
And gateways were made to be entered.
He ripped off his shirt and shed the damnable trews that had nearly strangled his bollocks. His cock strained forward, throbbing with the unnecessary reminder that this was not the time to tarry. Licking his lips, he eased forward, needing a taste of those dusky rose nipples straining toward him through more of her bits of lace.
“Wait!” She rested a hand on the center of his chest and lightly stroked the fingertips of her other hand across the tip of his cock. “I’ll get the water started while you get the condoms.” She shot a pointed glance at a mirrored cabinet hanging on the wall. With a sheepish shrug, she added, “I hope they’re not dry-rotted. I’ve had them for a while. You know—just in case.” She slid a frosted glass door to one side and stepped into what looked to be a room carved of marble, then nodded at the cabinet again. “Go ahead. You can’t miss them. Purple box. Top shelf.” Then she reached behind her, made a strange twisting movement and slid the tiny camisole of lace and cloth frippery away from the loveliest pair of ivory breasts he had ever seen.
A groan escaped him as she turned away and bent over. Her hips swayed from side to side as she twisted the strange metal knobs jutting out from one wall of the marble-encased room. His bollocks tightened and his cock throbbed even harder at the sight of the dark narrow strip of satin separating the twin mounds of her fine round arse. It was the first time in his long life that Ronan knew for certain he was jealous of a bit of ribbon.
She turned and winked at him while sliding her thumbs under the ribbons across her hips, then peeled off the last bit of satin. With an arched brow aimed at the cabinet, she slowly backed beneath the multiple disks of metal releasing cascades of water.
Purple box. Condoms. Lore a’mighty, condoms—might she mean sheaths? He fully intended that this evening last quite a while. If condoms were in fact sheaths—he hoped she had stocked plenty. Mesmerized by the trickling rivulets of water racing down her body, he stumbled back and fumbled with the latch on the cabinet door.
Unable to force his gaze away from her, he barely suppressed a groan as she teased him by slowly drizzling a stream of golden oil across her shoulders and breasts then stroking her skin until it glistened with frothy suds.
“Damn, woman. Ye are killing me.”
“Then hurry up and get in here. I need you to do my back.”
Aye. He would do her back, all right. . .and every other side of her.He ripped open the cabinet door, spied the purple box, and snatched it down. Turning it in his hands, he tore off the flimsy lid and frowned at the strange tiny packets. So, these were condoms.He scowled at the tiny pictures printed inside the lid. Bless his soul—even sheaths had changed.
Mairi peeped around the doors, her wet breasts flattening against the frosted glass and her nipples dark and teasing. “You are very slow.”
“Aye, lass. I will show ye slow.” He dug his fingers into the box, curled the packets into one hand then strode into the shower. The warm water struck full on his back as he jammed the packets of condoms into a cubbyhole carved into the wall. Taking hold of her wrist, he slowly pulled her toward him. “I must have ye,” he groaned as she slid her hot wet body against his, her fragrant silkiness careening him ever closer to spontaneous combustion.
She scooped one of the packets off the marble shelf, then tickled her hands up the curves of his arse. Pressing against him with a teasing wiggle, she pulled him to the back of the marble room. “Come. There’s a bench over here. It’s perfect.”
Well-positioned disks shot inviting waterfalls from every angle of the room. Ronan spied the bench and nodded with hearty approval. “Aye, m’love. That’ll do for starters.”
Before he could lower himself to the bench, she pressed a hand against his stomach, stilling him for a moment. “Not just yet.” Her smile promised of things to come as she lowered herself to the bench and pulled him over in front of her.
Ronan braced his hands on the wall above her, praying for control as she slid her hands up the inside of his thighs. A sharp intake of breath hissed from him when she cupped his scrotum in one hand, encircled his cock with the other, and pulled several slow smooth strokes. She puddled more of the golden oil she’d slathered onto her body into her hands then massaged it up and down his cock while at same time coating his balls. He tensed and leaned forward, clenching his teeth to keep from shouting. His cock and bollocks tingled with a deep burning bliss he had never enjoyed before. “Lore, woman.” He shuddered and flexed, stretching to the balls of his feet as she stroked faster. “Lore o’mighty,” he groaned again.
A low seductive purring bubbled free of Mairi as she ripped open one of the tiny packets, took what looked like a ring of pale skin, and smoothed it down over his cock. Then she leaned forward and cupped her mouth over the swollen head, sucking the tip as she stroked him and palmed his balls. He closed his eyes and prayed even harder for control as the hotness of her mouth around him threatened to be his undoing. He strained forward as she sucked him with excruciating, blissful pulls. Her hard nipples teased across the tops of his thighs as she leaned forward and back, time after time, until he thought he would surely collapse.
Unable to risk any more of her blissful ministrations, he pushed away from the wall and took a step back, panting for control.
She rose from the bench, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him down to her kiss. He raised her up to his chest and walked them both underneath the spray of water, clutching her tight as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The warm water slaked down between them, frothing the warming oil into an erotic foam.
“I can wait no more.” He moved them to the bench, slowly lowered himself to a seated position, and placed Mairi astraddle his lap. With an appreciative growl, he slid his hands to her firm breasts and caught her hard, pebbled nipples between his fingers. “I mean to enjoy every inch of ye,” he said as he ran his tongue up her throat. He first sucked then nibbled at her earlobe as he repeated the pledge in a rasping whisper, “Every blessed inch of ye. I swear it.”
She wriggled atop him and started to settle herself onto his cock.
“Nay.” He caught her close again. “Not yet. I wish to enjoy ye slowly—savor ye—and I shall be having a taste of those fine breasts first.”
She shivered as he thumbed the tightened nipple of one breast and sucked the other. With his head cradled in her arms, she squirmed atop him. He nibbled and pulled, enjoying each sweet nipple until she shuddered and dug her fingers into his shoulders. He trailed his fingers down between them, across her smooth slick stomach until he found her tender nub, swollen and throbbing against him. He massaged it until she cried out, “Please! Now!”
“Not yet,” he whispered against her cheek as he slipped two fingers up into her slick, wet warmth while still thumbing her pulsing button.
She groaned, grinding into his hand as she gripped his shoulders and cried out. When she finally collapsed gasping atop his chest, he scooped her up, rolled over, and laid her across the bench. Kneeling at her side, he kissed her deep and hard, then lifted his head and smiled down at her as she shoved the tangle of wet curls out of her face.
