“I guess we shall just have to reexamine every conversation we’ve ever had,” he murmured against her breast as his palm covered the other.“But not now.”
“No,” she agreed.“Not now.”
“Right now, I would rather show you what I would rather have done that day.”
She shook her head, pushing him away until he was on his back.“No, Harry.I want to show you what I would have liked to do that day.”
Pressing the heels of her hands against his shoulders, she rolled over on top of him, straddling his hips.Smoothing her palms up the ridged muscles of his abdomen, she swept them over his chest and back down the sides of his ribs.Allowing herself to touch him, enjoy him as she had always wanted to.
Harry was spread before her like a gift she had waited for too long.His skin was hot and smooth beneath her hands, his muscles quivering at her slightest touch.She had the power.Her mind scrambled over how to best use it.He liked her undergarments, she could tell, so she wouldn’t disrobe as he had, but he seemed to enjoy her breasts as well.
Uncertainly, Fiona pushed open a couple more hooks on her corset, spreading her chemise wider until her nipples were barely exposed by the lace edge.His hungry gaze was fastened there, his lips parted.A promising sign, she thought, when his palms cupped her breasts once again, his thumbs flicking back the lace, grazing her hardened nipples.
Pushing her hair over her shoulder, she leaned over him, eager to have his lips on her once more.He nipped at nothing more than air when she pulled away.
“You are truly about making me regret what I did.Aren’t you?”
Why not?She had him there, laid out before her, and he seemed content enough to let her lead the way.What would she have done that day if he hadn’t set her aside?Would she have waited to see what he would take?Fiona smiled.Even at eighteen, she would have been too nervous to do anything else.
She was still nervous now, but there had been a long while in between for her imagination to rework that day with what-ifs.What if he had let her stay?If he had looked like this?What if he had looked at her like this?
“Yes, I am.Now hush.There’s only a dressing room and a bathing chamber between us and Connor’s room.”
“I doubt he’s in.”
“Do you want to find out the hard way?”
Running her hands over him again, Fiona explored the breadth of Harry’s shoulders, the strength of his arms and the shape of his muscular chest.A tight sprinkling of dark hair started there and trailed down over his stomach.Brushing her thumbs over his nipples as he had hers, she reveled in his harsh intake of breath and leaned over him to run her tongue across them as well while her hands worked their way down his ridged stomach, marveling at the way the muscles coiled and jumped as her touch dipped and cut in so definitely.
With so many men in her life and home, he’d seen more than one bare chest before and knew the amount of hard labor it took to build such massive muscles.Her brothers rode hard, boxed, and worked the estate alongside their tenants.
“What do you do?”
She ran her fingers over the rippling muscles while his rough palms skimmed up her thighs and under the hem of her knickers before his fingers closed over her bottom.
“Rowing,” he murmured.“Skulling.Cambridge.”
“Ah, so that’s why you gave in so easily when I told you where I wanted to go today.”
“Yes, and I wish I hadn’t.”He squeezed her bottom, pulling her down as he arched up against her.Fiona gasped and lifted herself.
“None of that, this is my turn.”
“Who said so?”
“I do.A thank you for saving my life.”
Boldly, she dipped her hand into Harry’s open trousers, closing her fingers around the thick, rampant erection that she found there.It startled them both.He groaned, straining against her hand, and Fiona moaned softly herself.He was so hot, so hard.Unable to help herself, she ran the circle of her fingers down the turgid length, savoring the low rumble that shook his chest as she did so.
“Fiona.”
His husky plea only encouraged her to continue.Sitting back on her heels, she tugged his loosened trousers down, easing back farther until she was able to pull them off.Straddling his ankles now, she ran her hands up to his knees, wondering at the texture of the black hair covering his legs against her palms.His thighs were hard, bulging as she slid back up, dropping kisses along the way.Nipping at his thighs.He was beautiful in his nudity, every tense muscle shadowed and highlighted in the light of a single lamp as he waited for her assessment, his eyes piercing hers.
Her attention was elsewhere, though.Running her hands upward, she cupped him in her hand once more.His breath hissed when she encircled his arousal, his body as taut as a bow.Groaned again when she retraced the length, feeling him pulsing in her palm.He was giving her such power, waiting for her to look her fill.To touch to her heart’s content.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t going to be contented that easily.
The wicked gleam in her eyes and the brush of her hair against his hip was all the warning he had before her lips closed over him.Hands fisting in the sheets, he arched up as her tongue circled the engorged tip, a hoarse shout escaping him.
