Tasting him again revived her hunger.Had he been so delicious before?So savory?So mouthwatering?
Though he resisted at first, it was only a moment before he too began to feast on her lips.
Their labored breath coalesced.Their tongues entwined.Their bodies melted together.
Her senses responded quickly, knowing the path ahead.Passion’s hum rang in her ears.Even within their linen confines, her breasts tingled eagerly.And betwixt her thighs an aching thirst begged to be quenched.
She couldn’t wait.With fumbling fingers, she worked at the brooch of his plaid, sucking a sharp breath between her teeth when the point stabbed her thumb.
“Let me,” he whispered.
He placed her injured thumb in his mouth, suckling it gently as he unpinned his plaid.Something about his intimate gesture was alluring.And when he began swirling his tongue around her thumb, plunging it into the deepest recesses of his mouth, she felt faint.
By the time he cast aside his plaid, she was aroused to a fever pitch.And when she began scrabbling at his trews, his eyes glazed over with desire.
Chapter 20
Hew’s jaw fell open.He groaned as his long-neglected staff responded to her touch, pressing back against her groping fingers.Her warmth, her eagerness, her determination catapulted him to new levels of desire.
But long abstinence was making his response too sharp.Too swift.It had been too long since he’d enjoyed the attentions of a woman.And Carenza wouldn’t know what to expect.He was likely to explode all at once, frightening her with his passion and leaving her unsatisfied.
That was the last thing he wanted.Better he should sacrifice his own satisfaction than leave her unrequited.Safer anyway.
So, though it took all his willpower to resist, he gently pushed her hands away.Swiftly, before he could change his mind, he lifted her up, turning to seat her on the chair.Then he dropped to his knees before her.
Her eyes were languid.Her mouth was rosy and wet.He caught the back of her neck and tugged her forward for a long, slow, passionate kiss.
Then, releasing her, he reached down to catch the hem of her leine.He lifted it, exposing her slender, wool-stockinged ankles, pausing to see if she would stop him.
She didn’t.
He slid the linen slowly up her shins to where her stockings were tied.
Still she didn’t stop him.
When he rounded her knees, she gasped.But it wasn’t a protest.It was a gasp of anticipation.
Higher he slipped her leine, draping it above her knees, where the stockings ended and her flesh began.Then he moved his hands atop her knees to gently pry them apart.
She squeezed her eyes shut and instinctively resisted at first.
“May I?”he breathed.
After a moment, she nodded.Turning her blushing face shyly aside, she allowed him to spread her legs.
He bunched her leine around her hips then, completely exposing her to his view.Reaching his unbandaged hand behind her, he shifted her forward to the edge of the chair.
She was even more beautiful than he’d imagined.Her legs were long and lissome, and the nest of curls at their apex was dark and delicate.He lowered his head, stroking one silken thigh while he kissed the inside of the other.
The higher he moved, closer to the core of her need, the faster and harder her breath came and the more she opened to him.Her yearning fed his own.It pulsed between his legs.
Finally he reached the damp warmth of her womanhood, steeped with mystery, fragrant with longing.Drunk on her desire, he nuzzled her curls, tenderly parted her supple petals, and took a tiny sip of her feminine nectar.
Carenza gasped.His touch felt like lightning.A current shocking her to life.Sizzling through her body.Making her writhe in a torment of pleasure.
Just as quickly, his tongue came to soothe the burn, bathing her flesh with a healing balm.
And yet, it wasn’t sweet relief she felt, but more exquisite torture.Like a punishing lash, he stroked her with his tongue again and again.And with each blow, she moaned in agony, sure she could endure no more.
