Winnifred shook the memory away. The situations were different.Shewas different. And her husband wasn’t looking at her in revulsion. That secret smile still ghosted about his lips.
She shook his shoulders. “Well?” She smacked his chest, and he silently allowed the abuse. “Confound it, say something!” Do something.
His grin only widened.
She would wipe that smug look off of him. She pulled back, and he shot his hand out, grabbing her wrist. He rubbed his thumb around her pulse point. “Ah,mo chridhe. My heart. I love you so.”
Winnifred sat back on her haunches, frowning. That wasn’t what she wanted to hear, not at that moment.
Not ever.
Scooting back, she worked at the buttons to his falls, the task made difficult with the use of only one hand. Reaching inside, she grasped his heat and ran her grip up and down. His skin was so soft to her touch and so hard beneath, a delightful contradiction.
He groaned, and brought her palm to his mouth, pressing a kiss to her flesh. “You are the best thing to ever happen to me. My life would be incomplete without you, my love.”
Now he wanted to bandy words? And nonsense ones at that. Why couldn’t they simply fuck.
The profanity skipped through her mind, as heady as the taste of Scotch whisky. She thought it again. Fuck.
Leaning down, she pressed her teeth to the point where his pectoral muscle met his side, and bit down.
Sin bellowed and tossed her to her back. He shoved out of his trousers then grabbed her ankle, reeling her into him. “You wish not to hear my feelings? Fine. I’ve always been better communicating with my hands anyhow.”
He smoothed his palm up her calf and along the inside of her thigh. His tongue followed.
She sagged back into the mattress. Yes. This was what she needed.
A mewl of frustration escaped her lips as his mouth avoided where she ached. He kissed her lower abdomen, swirled his tongue around her navel before nibbling his way higher. He trailed the pads of his fingers along her collarbone, circled her pouting nipples, before gliding down her ribs.
She clutched the coverlet. His gentleness was disquieting. Each stroke of his fingers laden with meaning.
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and the adoration in his eyes made her heart burn.
She turned her face away. She couldn’t see it. His heart was exposed, bleeding in front of her, and the intensity of his emotions was something she couldn’t reciprocate. Didn’t think she was even capable of feeling.
She spread her legs and tried to guide him inside.
He pinned her hands by her head and continued his soft assault with his lips, his tongue. No inch of her was left untouched by his tenderness.
She arched her hips, desperate to have him inside, but managing only to rub her clit against the underside of his cock.
“Damn you.” She struggled against his hold. “Why can’t you leave me be? I’ve given you my body, my loyalty, my friendship.” Her voice caught. “I have nothing left to give.”
He squeezed her wrists until her fingers went nerveless. “I won’t stop until I have everything.”
She saw the truth of his words in his eyes. Their blue was as dark as the midnight sky. His resolve was writ in every line of his face.
She had no words. Nothing to express her frustration and despair except her body. She writhed beneath him, heaving her body and kicking him with her heels. Her lips and her teeth became weapons. The sweat on his skin tempted her tongue. The pulse in his throat a taunt for her bite.
He allowed her fight until her breath grew short and her strength waned. Let her spill all of her raging emotions out onto his body. She could imagine no other man incensing her so, or being so adept at assuaging her ire.
He slid her hands above her head, holding them in one of his own. He dropped his lower body to cover hers, his cock nestling between her lower lips. His breath skittered across her ear lobe. “My turn,” he whispered.
Reaching under her head, he threaded his fingers in her hair and jerked her head back so he could crush his mouth to hers.
All traces of that unsettling softness were gone.
His lips were a bruising force, a battle she could engage in. He plundered her mouth, brutal, dominating, everything she needed.
