He smiled.He knew how to be a tease.But he would torment her—and himself—no longer.
He cupped her breasts from underneath and let his thumbs sweep over the sensitive nubs.
She drew in a sharp breath.Her eyes squeezed tight.But she didn’t stop him.Instead, she made a mew of yearning deep in her throat.
That sound fueled his lust.He ached deep in his groin.
“May I kiss ye,” he rasped out, brushing his thumbs over her again, “here?”
She trembled uncertainly for a moment.Then she gave him the tiniest of nods.
His mouth felt divine.Eve didn’t know what emotion stirred her.Fear?Excitement?Deliriousness?Her heart thundered like a wild storm on the heath.And she didn’t want it to stop.Didn’t wanthimto stop.
Adam’s hair tickled in the most delicious way as he lowered his head.His breath sent shivers of delight down her body.When he kissed the space between her breasts, however, she felt one brief frisson of guilt.That was the spot where her convent cross usually hung.
Dear God, if he’d known she was a nun…
Before she could continue that thought, he pressed his lips again and again with gentle affection upon her breasts.And a warmth spread through her that dissolved all guilt.Erased all care.And enveloped her heart.
When he took her nipple into his mouth, she gasped at the sudden spark that seemed to ignite her body.And when he began to suckle there, using his tongue to bathe her flesh and his lips to draw her in, she arched her head back, lost in a sensual haze.
Finally taking his fill, he moved to the other nipple.She groaned as the burning in her veins grew to unbearable proportions.A prickling deep in her loins demanded to be relieved.
Then he released her.For a moment, she was distraught.She nearly disgraced herself by begging him to continue.But he wasn’t finished.And he seemed to know what she wanted.
He tugged on her leine, pulling it down until she could free her arms, then lower to reveal her belly, her navel, and the very top of her curls.
“Ye’ve made me a map,” he murmured.
She opened her eyes just enough to see the glimmer of amusement in his eyes.
He touched the three wee dark dots that formed a straight line down the middle of her belly.
She had to smile.She’d had the tiny spots from birth.Her sisters had told her all manner of things about them.That they were where the faeries had kissed her.Where the Devil had poked her with a spear.Where a wee coney had shat on her.No one had ever called them a map.
“Shall I see where it leads?”he whispered.
She blushed, but her body surged at his words.She felt the tender flesh between her thighs swelling almost to the point of pain.
“Please,” was all she could rasp out.
He kissed each spot, traveling lower and lower.And then his hands moved to her hips.
“May I see…all o’ ye?”
She swallowed.That was what she’d said to him.She wanted all of him.It wasn’t too late to turn back.He was giving her permission to stop him.
But she didn’t want to stop him.This was an adventure.She’d likely never get an opportunity like this again.To be touched this way.To be held and kissed and caressed.To feel these feelings.
Instead of answering, she lifted her hips and let him drag the leine from her.
She kept her eyes closed.She felt truly naked.Exposed.Vulnerable.
“Look at me,” he urged.
She frowned.
“Please,” he said.
