She wanted him. Wanted him so badly. For years, she hadn’t let herself have what she wanted.
Why not take what he offered, the pleasure she’d been denied for so many years?
In the darkness, temptation was irresistible.
“Yes,” she breathed.
In the next instant, his lips were upon hers, and she moaned at his delicious taste. The addictive male flavor she’d been craving since he’d kissed her at the inn. Hunger overwhelmed her, and she parted her lips to take more of him in, greeting the sensual thrust of his tongue with a parry of her own. He groaned, and she slid her fingers into his thick hair, holding him in place so that she could feast some more.
His lips went to her ear, and she shuddered as he suckled on the tender lobe. He trailed hot kisses down her throat, and she’d been right about his bristle, it scraped against her sensitive skin, leaving a wicked burn in its wake. Her neck arched as his kisses continued on, over her chemise-covered breastbone, his lips in the valley between her breasts. Her bosoms surged, the hard tips pushing against the thin linen, begging to be freed.
His finger brushed over her lips, her throat, hooking the neckline of her shift. She felt a tug, heard the sound of rending fabric. Before she could protest the destruction of a perfectly good undergarment, his hands covered her bare breasts, the possessive squeeze making her squirm with wanting.
“God, I love your tits,” he said thickly. “They’re the perfect handful.”
She’d always thought herself too abundant in this area, but when he hefted the mounds in his palms, the pleasurewasperfect. Her body felt made for what he was doing. She moaned as he skillfully played with the engorged tips, rubbing and pinching. Fire streaked from her breasts to her sex. Her insides bloomed with heat.
“You’re so responsive. So sweet.” His voice purred with masculine approval. “I want to kiss your breasts. Would you like that?”
“Yes.” It seemed the only word she was capable of saying to him.
The first, hot swipe of his tongue drew a moan from her. The second made her back arch off the blanket. When he took the aching peak into his mouth, her mind went as still and dark as her surroundings. Sensation replaced thought and desire, caution. Pleasure was the guiding force, the flame that lit the moment.
He tongued her breasts, going back and forth. The need in her burned and raged, growing unbearable. As her legs shifted restlessly, his thigh suddenly thrust between them, the sinewy ledge applying friction exactly where she needed it…
She gasped as the fire in her exploded, showering her with bliss.
“Did you just spend?” He sounded both surprised and smug. “From me kissing your breasts?”
“Um…” Blushing, she couldn’t think of a good way to answer the question. One that wouldn’t make her seem like such a wanton. “It’s been a while since I… That is, I haven’t, well, you know…”
“That’s bloody splendid.”
Her cheeks grew hotter. “You needn’t sound so smug.”
“This isn’t my smug voice. I’m saving that for what happens next.”
Curiosity got the better of her. “What happens next?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
She felt her drawers being lowered, then whisked off her legs. He kissed her quivering belly, his tongue dipping into her navel. When his hands clamped onto her bare thighs, pushing them wide apart, she froze.
Surely he didn’t mean to continue kissing her…there?
Even in the dimness, she knew she was spread for him, and the vulnerability made her wriggle in his grasp. “Rhys, what are you…?”
“I wasn’t too creative the last time, was I?” he muttered. “A shortcoming I intend to make up for tonight.”
The sinuous slide of his tongue made her shriek in surprise. What he was doing…ithadto be a sin. But, sweet heavens, she couldn’t summon the words to make him stop. He held her open, his carnal kisses melting away her resistance. Her head fell back, her hands clenching her cloak as he masterfully stoked her flames.
“Goddamn, your pussy is sweet.” His words were hot against her humid flesh. “Like a ripe peach. Even more delicious than I imagined.”
He’d imagined doingthisto her?
“I’m going to eat you,” he rasped, “and lick up every drop of juice when you come for me.”
She didn’t know what inflamed her more, his torrid words or questing mouth. He found the quivering bud of her desire and wooed it with his tongue. With teasing flicks and lashes, he took her higher and higher, to a place beyond reason, a place ruled by passion and passion alone. When his lips closed over her nub, suckling hard, she hurtled over the edge again with a shocked cry.
