She arched up against him, entwining her legs with his as she ground into him and gripped him with her thighs. “I don’t want to feel anything but you,” she whispered against his cheek as she raked her fingers down his back. “Make everything else go away. I just want to feel you.”
“Aye,mo nighean bhan.” He braced himself above her, slowly slid out then shoved in deep again.
She dug her nails into his arse as she bucked beneath him. “Just you,” she whispered as she met him thrust for thrust. “Don’t want to feel anything but you.”
“Ye are mine,mo nighean bhan,forevermore.” He forced himself to withdraw until just the head of his cock throbbed inside her. “I shall guard ye heart and soul, I swear it.” He buried himself with a slow deep thrust then pulled out again. Leaning down, he brushed his lips across hers, his heart soaring as her panting gasps brushed across him and her hands clutched at him. “Ye swear it, as well?”
“I swear.” She bucked beneath him, then dug her nails into the flesh of his buttocks. The erotic sting nearly made him lose control. “Now seal this oath with fire and pound it home.”
A groan escaped him as he slid back out then steadied himself for the task at hand. “As ye wish,mo nighean bhan,as ye wish.” Then he hammered into the age-old rhythm with enough fire to incinerate both their souls.
CHAPTER15
She hitched sideways with a jaw-cracking yawn then rolled and propped her head in her hand while glancing around the once neat and tidy room custom-made for comfortable lounging. Lilia huffed out a snorting giggle. They had lounged all right. In one afternoon, well—actually, one afternoon and one night—they had drastically altered the décor with used condoms and scattered clothing. It looked like someone had set off a condom bomb and the shredded purple packets had rained down like confetti.
She smiled down at Graham’s peaceful countenance as a soft, whistling snore escaped his barely parted lips. The man had done himself proud. And—damnation, that beard and mustache of his were better than any battery-operated tickler she had ever owned. She flashed hot and wet all over again at the memory of Graham’s expert use of what he had affectionately termed his lady pleaser.
She eased up from the pallet of sofa cushions and pillows they had piled on the floor, snatched the extra throw off the back of a chair, and wrapped it around herself like a sarong. Pulling a small bin out from under a table, she tiptoed around the room, retrieving and disposing of all the little balloons of love and their wrappers. Sheesh. They had gone through a bunch of the little buggers.
Her stomach growled just as she eased past Graham’s head. Lilia froze and glared down at her middle. That had been loud enough to wake the dead. She held her breath and watched the steady rise and fall of Graham’s chest. Good. She hadn’t wakened him. The poor man had earned some rest.
“I am not asleep.”
She shoved the trash bin back under the table, making a mental note to empty it herself before they left the stable. After all, there really wasn’t any need for anyone else to see just how many condoms they had gone through. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Without opening his eyes, he held out his hand. “I am not asleep. Come ta’ me, love.” His grin widened. “Keep me warm.”
“Youwereasleep because you were snoring.” She fished her jeans out of the corner behind the sofa and wiggled into them. She really didn’t enjoy going commando but she hadn’t brought any extra panties with her and he had totally destroyed her thong. “And you should be plenty warm. It’s August. Remember?”
He rolled to his stomach, propped his chin atop his fists and smiled. “Take off those trews, dear one. They only get the way.”
She picked up the empty condom box and shook it. “We’re out of condoms. Sorry, but playtime is over. Time to go back to the real world.” A gnawing sense of disappointment filled her.
He winked and rolled his upper lip, wiggling his mustache from side to side. “We can still enjoy a wee tasting this fine morning. We’ll not need yer wee skin socks for that.”
“You are insatiable.” She shook her head as she turned back to her bag on top of the desk and rummaged through it for a hairbrush. Before she realized he had even risen from the pile of pillows, he sprung across the room and embraced her from behind. His morning wood prodded her in the rear as he pulled her back against his chest and filled his hands with her bare breasts.
“Aye, my woman. My hunger for ye never wanes.” He rolled her nipples between his fingers and flicked his tongue along her nape and down across her shoulders.
She couldn’t resist pressing back against the heat of his chest, lifting her arms to pull his head closer and arch her breasts more firmly into his teasing hands. He already had her aching to ride him and the crotch of her jeans was now soaked. “Maybe there are some condoms in the back of the drawer,” she wished aloud as she ground her ass against his hardness.
He reached around her, yanked open the drawer to the desk, and rummaged through it with one hand. While doing so, he slid his other hand down the front of her jeans and worked two fingers inside her as he held her back against his chest. She arched into his expert touch, grinding her aching clit into the heel of his hand. Eyes closed, head thrown back against his shoulder, she squirmed and groaned as he deftly fueled her fire.
“What the hell?”
Gasping through a pre-orgasmic shudder, she forced her eyes open and stilled. “What’s wrong?”
His wonderful fingers stilled inside her as he pulled a sealed clamshell package with a bright red-and-blue battery-operated cock ring and a matching star-spangled condom out of the drawer.
Lilia nearly choked on another snorting giggle. “Vivian must have kept her Fourth of July party favors here and missed that one.” She glanced up at him, amusement building at the perplexed look on his face. “They were quite the hit at the party. I told her about the celebrations back in the States but apparently, when I mentioned sparklers, she got a little confused.” Lilia cleared her throat and failed miserably at assuming a calm, matter-of-fact expression. “Quite the patriotic party favor, don’t you think?”
Turning the package in his hand, he frowned down at it. His other hand remained anchored down the front of her jeans. “I ken what the wee speckled sock is but what the devil is that beebaw bit of gaudy jewelry beside it? ’Tis far too large for a finger but too small for a wrist.”
She held her breath and counted to ten. Now was not the time to explode with uncontrollable laughter—not when the morning had suddenly gifted her with such a pleasant opportunity to introduce Graham to a fine example of twenty-first-century engineering. She took the package, eased his hand out of her jeans, then turned to face him. With an innocent smile, she tapped on the knobby-fingered knot at the top of the ring. “Would you like to see where you wear this?” She glanced pointedly down at his erection, smiling as the head of his cock slightly bobbed as though agreeing of its own accord.
Understanding dawned across his face like the rising of the sun. “Aye,” he rumbled out as he quickly undid her jeans and yanked them to the floor. “Teach me.”
The heat of the room increased exponentially. She squirmed in place, considerable dampness wetting her thighs. What on earth was up with her? They had been at it like rabbits all night with just a few naps in between. How could she still want him so badly—as if she’d never had him at all? She pointed to a heavy, ladder-backed chair sitting beside the pallet of cushions. “You go sit over there while I open our toy.”
