“Oh.” Her sigh was like a purr and went straight to his groin.
“Dorrie, we cannot take long,” Ash said, regretting the fact.
“I know. Someone could come.”
He nodded, then lowered his head and licked a long, heated stroke over her breast. She moaned, so he did it again, taking the hard bud into his mouth. When Ash had sex, it was fast and hard; this could not be that, and he did not want it to be. With what little time they had, he would make this first time special for her.
Her fingers went to his head, stroking his hair, digging into his scalp as he drew the other nipple into his mouth.So responsive,he thought.He hated that someone else may find this out about Dorset Sinclair.
He swung her into his arms and carried her to the bed. This was madness, he knew that, but they’d lived with death and pain for days. He wanted to forget and lose himself in her, just as she did him.
He laid her on the bed, and took off the rest of his clothes. Her eyes followed his every move. Lying beside her, he let her feel him as he kissed her, stroking her body. His hand slid lower. Reaching the soft curls between her thighs, he ran a finger over the damp folds beneath.
I will stop if she wishes it.
Her legs opened slowly, and he continued to touch her, stroking the hard bud and along the seam.
“That feels wonderful.”
Her eyes were half closed, cheeks red, and she looked like every fantasy he’d ever had. She looked too good. He wanted her, but for more than just today. He pushed the thought aside to deal with later.
Ash braced himself over her, settling in the cradle of her thighs.
“Are you all right, Dorrie?”
“I have never felt better.” Her smile was sweet, and Ash forced himself to swallow the dryness in his throat.
She deserved for this to be right. This first time to be the best it could be. He kissed her again, loving the feel of her arms around his neck. Easing away, he moved down her body, kissing her breasts.
“I want to kiss all of you.”
“I don’t understand.”
Apparently there were a few gaps in her education at the hands of her sisters.
“You will.” Ash moved lower, settling himself between her thighs, then gave her the most intimate kiss of all. Dorrie stiffened, made a strangled sound, but he placed a hand on her belly and held her there. The first stroke of his tongue had her moaning loudly.
“Sssh.” He looked up at her. She bit her lip, her eyes meeting his.
Ash licked her slowly, drawing out her tremors. He was so hard, his eyes nearly crossed, but he wanted this for her. She made little sounds as he tasted her. Licking, sucking, he felt the tension build inside her as he pushed his fingers inside her slowly, stretching her to take him.
Her shriek was muffled in her hand as her release hit her hard. He had nothing to smile about—he was taking the innocence of his brother’s sister-in-law without the promise of marriage—and yet he felt one tugging on his lips. Ash moved up her body and pulled her hand away from her mouth. He replaced it with his lips.
“Now, Dorrie.”
“Yes.” Her breath brushed his mouth.
He pressed against her entrance, letting her feel his hardness. Her hands wrapped around his back and held him closer. Ash eased himself inside her body, felt the slick walls grip him and then release. She was tight and wet, and he was fairly sure this was heaven.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against her lips as he thrust deep.
She stiffened and clutched him tighter.
“It’s okay.” He kissed her cheek. “I have you. Let the pain ease now, Dorrie.”
He felt her relax beneath him; only then did he pull out and thrust again. He was close; just being inside her had done that. He had very little control where this woman was concerned. But he wouldn’t reach his release without her.
Ash braced himself above her again.
