Down the expanse of her body he went until he was at the apex of her thighs. Her skin erupted in gooseflesh, that tingling sensation shuddering through her as she anticipated his next move.
And he did not disappoint.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out the moment his tongue flicked over her. His mouth did magical, wonderful things to her, making every worry, every fear, every thoughtflee from her mind.
It didn’t matter she was in the past.
It didn’t matter he was younger than her.
All that mattered was him and this perfect, intimate moment.
She sucked in a cold breath, a moan escaping her as her hands tangled in his hair. She released her inhibitions. She allowed him to please her in a way she had never allowed before. And it was so liberating.
After long, drugging moments, he kissed his way back up her body. He paused to pay homage to the flat plane of her abdomen and then he worshipped her breasts. Their lips met in a frenzy as his long, lean body moved on top of hers. She opened herself and wrapped her legs around his waist. But he didn’t take her right away. He kissed her, his long, lean body pressing against hers, warming her. She had never experienced the likes. Her previous experiences had been nothing more than carnal acts. This…this was something more. This felt like it meant something.
Finally, he slid inside her, taking his time with each thrust. Her hands tangled in his long locks as she clutched him to her, her muscles tightened around him. The climax was upon her before she was able to stop it. She was overcome. There was no holding back. His followed shortly thereafter.
And when it was all over, he stilled, peering down at her with a satisfied grin.
“I’m glad ye lied, lass.”
Brianna was unable to stop the giggle that erupted.
*
Afterward, they slept.At some point, Brianna awoke cocooned in warmth against Jamie. The fire had long since died in the hearth, leaving the room chilled. It made her burrow deeper under the blankets, soaking up his warmth with her hand on his chest as it roseand fell with his rhythmic breathing.
He still slept which gave her time to think.
She allowed herself to be swept off her feet and succumb to his charms. She should have had more restraint but his kisses had drugged her senseless and made her fall for him hard and fast. She understood the first stirrings deep in her gut but refused to accept this was anything more than infatuation.
Certainly, it was not love.
She hadn’t been in love in years. She had carefully built walls around her heart after her failed marriage to keep those feelings out. Instead, she’d found emotionally unavailable men with commitment phobias and allowed herself to be used until they were ready to move on. It suited her nomadic lifestyle as she’d traveled across the Caribbean.
What was her lifestyle now? It had crossed her mind she needed to find a way to return to her time, to her home. But then she didn’t have a home to go back to, did she? Her childhood home sold years ago after the death of her parents. She had split the money with Evie and Chloe and then they’d gone their separate ways.
Now, here she was, stuck in the past prophesied as the one to “fix” the timeline. To make matters more complicated was Jamie. A medieval man who managed to rock her world and shatter all her resistance. A man who gave her adoring looks. A man who wanted to care for all her needs.
Those walls she had carefully constructed were beginning to crumble, the first few stones cracking and falling.
How could she have allowed this to happen? She hardly knew Jamie.
And yet, there was a part of her that sensed she had known him all her life. A part of her that found comfort in his arms. A part of her that wanted him forever in her life.
Next to her, he stirred. Her gaze traveled over hisstrong jaw to his face as his eyes blinked open. When he looked at her, a lazy, sexy smile tugged at his lips, showing off his two deep dimples.
“Yer still here.” Under the covers, he reached for her, his hand sliding over her hip. “And yer still naked.”
She flushed, hot. Why did him saying that to her make heat pound through her?
“So are you,” she replied, her bandaged palm flattening on his chest.
The warmth of his body still brushed hers. He groaned his appreciation as he turned to her under the blankets, his arms sliding around her and pulling her close.
“What will we do about it, lass?”
She was powerless to resist. Her response was to plant long, slow kisses at the base of his throat, which he clearly appreciated. His arms tightened around her, his arousal evident between them.
