“Did he kiss you here?” Flynn circled a pebbled nipple with his thumb, then bent to caress it with his tongue. He shifted to the other breast, pulling the nipple into his mouth, gently nipping and sucking.
“No…” She moaned.
“And did he kiss you here?” Flynn’s hand stroked down over her belly to the vee of fair hair between her legs and cupped her sex.
“Certainly not!” Althea flushed and wriggled against his hand. When he teased at the nub, his gentle massage sent currents of exquisite feeling through her. He eased a finger inside her, and she moaned at the intense pleasure his hands produced.
“Some men are selfish in bed, sweetheart. A man and woman should satisfy each other.”
“They should?” It embarrassed her that she was so ignorant.
Flynn’s warm lips followed his hands, making her shiver and yearn and clutch his shoulders to draw closer. “I want to hear you cry out with pleasure,” he said, lifting his head, raw need in his eyes, his voice a soft growl. “And when you lie sated, I promise to let you sleep.”
Her lips quivered in a smile. “How thoughtful of you.”
“Then I shall wake you with the dawn and introduce you to more pleasure.”
“Oh, Flynn!” she murmured. She understood him now, what made him who he was, his vulnerabilities, his strengths, and his fears. And she loved him.
Flynn’s mouth covered hers in slow, drugging kisses. Sighing against his lips, Althea surrendered to his masterful seduction.
*
Dawn light floodedthrough the gap in the curtains. A deliciously rounded, naked body was tucked beneath the curve of his arm.
“Althea?” Surrounded by a halo of pale hair, she looked very appealing, rosy, and warm. He grew hard watching her, breathing in her essence and the perfume she used, mingling with the lingering tang of sex. They had made love again during the night. Once she’d lost her fears, Althea had been a generous and passionate lover. He’d delighted in every moment and dreaded having to leave her.
Her blue eyes opened and a smile widened her lovely mouth. “Good morning. I recall you promised to tell me all about Irish fairies.”
“I’d rather make love to you.” He began to stoke down over her stomach.
She gasped and wiggled. “Fairies first.”
He kissed her, then leaned back on the pillow, his hands behind his head. “Well, let’s see. First there is the Dillahunt.”
“What are they?”
“They appear around midnight on feast days and festivals. Horsemen clad in a black cloak, always atop a snorting, wild steed galloping across the land.”
“How impressive.”
“And headless.”
“What? No.” Althea giggled and hit his chest. “You are trying to scare me.”
“You did wish to know, my lady,” Flynn said with a half-grin. “Shall I go on?”
“Yes, I’d like to forget about Dullahans. Tell me about some more.”
“Then there’s the cluricaun. They have the power to steal or borrow from humans and enjoy causing mischief by raiding wine cellars at night. They’ll steal dogs, sheep, goats, and even fowl, and ride them across the countryside.”
“Well I never.” She giggled and nestled into his side. “I don’t like the sound of them either. Aren’t there any pretty fairies?”
“Oh yes,” he said with a chuckle. “That would be the merrow. They love the sea like mermaids but have legs instead of a fishtail. And they’re beautiful.”
“That’s more like it.”
“You have to be careful when dealing with a merrow. Can’t trust them,” Flynn said with a laugh. “And don’t get me started on banshees. They might look like a young woman or even a hooded crow. If you hear them wail, someone is sure to die. Fearsome they are.”
