In a heartbeat he’d ripped the dress in two and it was off of her. Her underwear was gone a moment later. Her corset hung from the ceiling lantern and her linen drawers were frayed and lying across the room where they landed on a chair.
His hands moved over her skin, down her back, and they cupped her bottom.
She pulled at his shirt.
He broke the kiss and stared down at her, his gaze hot and suddenly lazy. “Tear it.”
She looked up at him.
“Go on. Tear it off.”
She grabbed the shirt in two fists and jerked it apart. Buttons flew around them and pinged onto the stone floor. She ripped at the long sleeves, at the cuffs while he only stood there, not helping, just watching her.
She looked at his belt, suddenly unsure.
“What the matter, George. No guts?”
That was all it took. She had his belt off in two seconds, then she grabbed the waistband of his pants in each hand and pulled apart as hard as she could. His breeches split in half to the inseams.
She shoved him back on the bed, knelt down, and pulled off his boots. One crashed against the wall and the other knocked over a washbasin.
He laughed, lying back on the bed completely naked as he pulled her up his long body so that her breasts and hips and thighs touched his all the way upward.
“My turn.” His hand cupped the back of her head and pulled her mouth to his. Then she was beneath him, and he was kissing her so thoroughly and so completely that she thought of absolutely nothing. She only felt: the crisp hair on his chest against the tips of her breasts, his body pressing onto her, and his hips rotating, rubbing against her.
He wedged his knee between her thighs, then reached down and pulled one leg up so he pressed himself against the heart of her. His hand stroked her inner thigh and she raised her knees and lifted her hips.
He seemed to know what it was she wanted because he used his body to stroke her for long minutes while his fingers teased in soft tickling strokes from high on her inner thigh down to her ankle and then back again. Over and over, he whispered into her mouth and ears about how she felt and what he needed and how good this was. That he’d waited so long he thought he was going to die.
His mouth closed over a breast and his tongue teased her, then he sucked hard and pulled on her nipple, then did the same to the other. His tongue was licking her ribs, her waist, sucking in her belly, her hips, and then stroking down her thighs to her ankles like his fingers had.
He drove her mad with his mouth, just kissing her inner thighs and raising her legs so he could kiss the backs of her knees.
He sat back on his heels, knees between her legs and he just looked down at her. His gaze went from her mouth to her breast, down her body until he was staring between her legs. He raised his gaze to hers, then touched her with one finger, sliding it inside so slowly she lost her breath and closed her eyes.
He pulled out. “Open your eyes.”
She did.
He slid his finger back inside. “Watch me.” Then he moved in and out of her, never once breaking their locked gazes. She could feel the pleasure start, in the center of her, then it moved down her legs and thighs and to her feet until she couldn’t breathe because it was rising each time his finger moved.
Her hips rose up, needing him, and he slid another finger inside and she came. Hard and fast and with a cry of release that she knew was her voice, but that sounded too far away to be real.
He let her come down, giving her all the time she needed to take in each second of the pleasure. He wasn’t rushed. But he watched her as if she were the only thing that mattered.
She started to sit up, but he shook his head and pressed her back on the bed with one hand.
When she looked at him, he just smiled. Then he lifted her one thigh and kissed the inside before he placed it over his shoulder and lifted the other the same way.
She realized what he intended and panicked. “No, Eachann!”
“Yes,” he said. His hands slid to her bottom and lifted her to his mouth.
She moaned so loudly she bit her lips to keep from doing it again and again.
“Yes, my love,” he said against her. “Let go and let me love you this way.”
He kissed her with all the passion he always used in her mouth. And she pulsed against him over and over, and each time he let her feel every second of it.
