“My part?” Her eyes were taking on the distinct look of displeasure. The eyebrows raising nearly to her hairline sounded like a death knell.
“Yea.”
She stood abruptly and walked toward him, stopping close enough that he could take her in his arms and feast on her lovely, red lips. “I think ye knew I was awomanand ye were afraid of me.”
Sean’s jaw dropped. “What?”
“I think ye knew and ye were afraid to be with me as a woman and it was easier foryeto pretend I was a lad.”
Air whooshed out of him like he’d been punched. She had it right. If he’d confronted her with the fact that she was a girl, he would have had to treat her differently. He would have needed to change his plans and accommodate her as the lady she was. He would have given in to his desire for her. He had chosen to pretend because it was safer.
The smell of burning fish startled them both and they hurried back into the cave. The charred fish hung by just a few pieces. Sean pulled the sticks out of the ground and dropped the food onto the rock. It sizzled, as did his fingers when he tried to get it off the stick the rest of the way.
Thomasina started to laugh when he cursed and stuck his finger in his mouth.
“Ye find humor in my pain? Please!” He indicated she try to get the burnt fish off the branch.
She cried out in pain when she suffered the same discomfort. Sean immediately took her hand and put her finger in his mouth. He licked his tongue against it as he’d done to his own. He hadn’t expected her gasp. For the tiniest second he almost withdrew her finger but when he noticed her eyes closing slightly in a look that he’d swear was pleasurable, he stopped his reaction.
When she focused her eyes on him, he held her gaze. With the lightest grip, he held her hand and stroked her finger with his tongue. He parted his lips, removing the reddened appendage but continued his ministrations. Long, sweeping strokes. Her lips parted as she watched the movement. His cock was rock hard.
He turned her wrist up and kissed where her pulse beat. A light kiss. Then another. With each kiss, he drew her closer to him. He pulled her into his arms and against his length. He wrapped her arm around his back and lowered his lips to that little spot behind her ear, at the curve of her neck. She smelled of smoke and horses. Delicious. He kissed her there. She moaned as he knew she would.
“Ye like that?” He whispered the words then stroked her ear with his tongue. “Let me pleasure ye more.”
She moved further into his arms but didn’t answer him. He dropped his hand to her delectable bottom and caressed her with firm strokes that ended with him pulling her up against his hard length. His breath quickened.
“Does this give ye pleasure?”
“Yea.”
Two hands firmly held her bottom. He was going to die if he didn’t have her. He pushed his hardened tarse against her, undulating in the simulation of the act. “Mmm, I promise ye much pleasure.” He kissed her by her ear. “Do ye want more?”
“Yea.”
He reached up and held her chin, caressing the line of her jaw with his thumb. She opened her eyes, green and sparkling like precious gems. “Do ye ken what I am asking, mo mhíle stór?”
She nodded, her lips parting. Her eyes wide. Her breathing quick. All the signs of a woman ready to be taken.
“Let me make love to ye now.”
On an exhale, she nodded again.
He took her mouth. Hot and sweet. He promised her pleasure. The lightness is his chest turned heavy. What did he know of pleasuring a virgin? It was the tried women who found his size appealing. They knew what they wanted and they took it from him. What if he went too fast or he frightened her with his size?
When she moaned against him, he was lost. All would be well. He would go slow, spending the entire night awakening her desires. Whatever it took, he would give her pleasure upon pleasure. His trip was suddenly taking on a much more enjoyable outcome.
Thomasina’s desolation turned into a deep longing, a need that had to be met. Sean’s rock hard body promised her so much. She wanted him. He was so large, she felt small in his arms. Like he tucked her into him. Protecting her. Lips firm and needy. He desired her. His hands caressing her, sending out waves of sensation. Pleasurable. Everywhere he touched her, he sparked a need in her. Low in her belly a flame grew. Lower still. When he rubbed his knuckles against the binding at her breast, she stilled.
“Yea, this needs to go.”
He lifted one side of her tunic, exposing the material. With his teeth, he notched the material then ripped it up the side. He dropped the material to the ground then ran his hand over the material covering her now unbound breads. He cupped her breasts.
His lips were close to her ear. “Let me touch yer skin.”
She nodded and he slipped his hand down her side to reach under her tunic. His hand on her bare skin made her jump where he caressed her ribs up to her breast. He held her closer as he grasped and released her.
“Coím. Never bind these again.”
