He hadn’t realized how much he had needed to hear those words, but now that she had said them, all the walls he had built to keep her from fully possessing him crumbled.
He kissed her without any restraints, telling her without words of the frustration he had felt when he denied himself of her every day that passed. She moaned into his mouth and kissed him with equal fervor, burying her hands in his hair.
Devils!
Her passionate response to his kisses would be his undoing. He pulled her lower lip between his teeth, then her upper lip, alternating between the two as he feasted on her. Gone was the groggy numbness the alcohol had filled him with. In its place was a roaring flame that had his blood singing with dangerous need.
She gasped when he nipped her lips, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. He kept his strokes slow atfirst and then he increased his pace. She quickly matched his pace, making him shudder.
His hands roamed over her body, but her layers irritated him, since all he wanted was to feel her bare skin and to kiss every inch of her.
He found the laces of her dress and made quick work of them, and when he felt it loosen around her frame, he pushed it off her shoulder along with her chemise and petticoat. Touching her smooth skin sent sparks up his arm and through his body.
He pulled her into him and lowered them to the floor till he was lying on top of her, his thighs tucked between hers. He kissed her deeper, his hand caressing her bare upper body.
He kissed his way from her lips to her chin and down the elegant column of her throat, focusing on the junction where her neck met her shoulder, making her gasp.
He smiled against her skin and continued to kiss his way down to the swell of her breasts, which were full and flushed with desire.
“Ye’re so bonny, Talia,” he whispered against a pink nipple. “So bonny and made for loving.”
He palmed it gently and then more firmly, alternating between sucking and nipping it. He enjoyed how she gasped and how her hips bucked beneath him.
Moving to the other breast, he lavished it with the same attention. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of her.
His free hand slid down, pushing up her dress to give him access to her thighs, and then he moved down, feeling the urge to taste her. But when he lowered his head, her hand stopped him.
“What… What are ye doing?” she asked, trying to sit up. “Ye daenae… Oh, I daenae think ye’re meant to look upon me there.”
He looked up at her and watched as she lowered her eyes and worried her lip between her teeth. She looked so unsure and nervous that he could not help but smile at her innocence.
“Ye worry about me lookin’ upon ye so intimately?” he asked.
She nodded, still not meeting his eyes.
“Why? Do ye want me to stop?”
“Nay!” she cried, looking at him. “I mean, I didnae ken ye would look at me there. I daenae want ye to stop. Will ye teach me?”
It was his turn to worry his lip between his teeth, or else he might have kissed her again.
“Aye,” he said. “I will teach ye. Do ye trust me?”
She looked into his eyes, and for a long minute, he wondered if she would say no. If she stopped him, he would respect her wishes because he wasn’t one to force a woman to do what she wasn’t comfortable with.
She nodded.
“I need yer words, Talia,” he prompted, needing to be sure he had her consent.
“I trust ye, Darragh,” she murmured.
He nodded and kissed her then.
“I only want to bring ye pleasure, Talia,” he rasped, running a finger up her inner thigh. “And to do so, I have to touch ye.” He ran a finger lazily up her sex and bit back a groan as her arousal coated his fingers. “I have to see ye.”
He leaned back and lowered his head to kiss his way up her legs, nipping and licking her as he went.
“I have to taste ye.”
