The instant heat around one nipple had her sighing.Something about Ellard felt so right.She was certain she loved him, even though it had happened so quickly.Love at first sight.Maybe.Almost.Definitely lust at first sight, which sounded weird because she’d always pictured someone like Ry.Understandable since he stood as her role model.
“Gweneth, where have you gone?”
“I was thinking I wanted you from the first moment I saw you.”
She heard a swift intake of air and waited for his response.When it didn’t come, she didn’t push.Not the right time.Instead, she burrowed her hands under his tunic and stroked his flat belly and the ridges of his abdomen.Their mouths met, and she allowed herself to sink into the vision again—one of picnics and privacy, skinny-dipping and hot, fulfilling sex.
His muscles pressed against her, and his body surrounded her with heat and protection.Skinny-dipping, she reminded herself.Her fingers wandered, wriggling beneath his tight-fitting trews.
He lifted his hips.“Yank them down a bit.They can watch my butt.”
“I do,” she said primly.“Whenever I get a chance.”
“What?”He stared at her, questions swirling in his green gaze.
She bit her lip, unwilling to reveal her innermost thoughts while incarcerated in a cell.Although, he couldn’t get huffy and leave.A captive audience.“Because you belong to me,” she blurted.She managed to keep her focus on his face, saw the way he froze, and held his breath.
“No one has ever wanted me in that way before.”His words sounded hoarse as if she’d shocked him.“Not a woman.”
She slipped her hand downward and curled it around his cock, tightening her fingers until she garnered his full attention.“I’ve told you about my father and how Ry offered me an escape from an arranged marriage.I have good role models and I know what I feel.This isn’t a whim on my part.”
“But—”
“Ellard Tetsu, if you tell me once more that you’re ugly and handicapped, I will box your ears!”
His brows rose.“Pardon?”
“I will beat your face with my fists, and don’t think I can’t because a pissed woman can do anything.”
“I know what it means.”He stroked her face, the rough pads of his fingers leaving a tingly trail of awareness.“I can do without scars to add to my looks.”
“Well,” she said.
“You might have convinced me.”
They stared at each other for a long sec, and Gweneth found her lips quirking.Ellard laughed softly, and she lapsed into a full-out grin.
“Well, good.”
He kissed her, a tender exchange of promises and warmth cradled her heart.She thought she might have convinced him.Finally.
“Slip my trews down,” he urged.
This time, she followed his suggestion.She wriggled down his body and took him in her mouth.
“No, I—”
“This one is for you, Ellard.I want to do this, and it might be enough.”
“But—”
“Stop arguing.”She bent to explore his shaft, delighting in the contrast in textures, the softness over rigidity, the way he expanded his length and size.He groaned, a low sound full of need and urgency, and she enjoyed that too.
Gweneth became aware of her feline part, the weight of tension exploding through her mind.A rumble squeezed up her throat and erupted free.
“You’re purring,” Ellard whispered.
She swiped her tongue over the head of his cock, savoring his wild, musky flavor so much she repeated the move.
