“Kiss me, Rhys,” she begged.
He divested himself of his breeches and she gasped when she first saw him. He didn’t want to frighten her with his nudity. He quickly covered her with his body and pulled one of the furs over both of them to keep them warm.
The storm continued to rage outside, while Rhys took his time exploring every part of Julianna. First, he kissed her lips again, long and languidly, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her naked beneath him.
Then he lowered his mouth to her neck and nuzzled her, licked the shell of her ear. Her body bucked beneath him. He moved even lower. Cupping her full breasts in his hands, he lavished the attention of his tongue on first one, then the other. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and flicked it back and forth with his tongue. Her head was thrown back and her hands were moving of their own accord through his hair.
When he lowered his mouth even farther and began kissing between her breasts and then down her abdomen, Julianna’s belly tensed. Her hands clutched his shoulders and her legs spread as he settled himself between them.
The first lick made Julianna moan. He cradled her hips in his hands and pushed his tongue against her sweet core again. Her fingertips dug into his shoulders. He used the tip of his tongue to nudge at the spot between her legs that he knew would give her maximum pleasure. She moaned again.
He sucked the sensitive little nub into his mouth and flicked it ruthlessly with his tongue.
“Rhys,” Julianna called. Her hands had left his shoulders to tangle in his hair once more.
He licked her again and again until her hips lifted off the blankets and he held her there, his hands cupping her warm buttocks while his mouth continued its gentle assault on her most intimate spot.
His tongue flicked her again and again until her legs tensed, and she cried out a final time before sinking back down into the blankets, her body trembling.
Rhys emerged from under the fur with an arrogant smile on his face. “How did you enjoy that, my lady?” he asked in his most Mister-Worthy-the-groomsman voice.
Her eyes weren’t focused. She was staring blindly at the ceiling, the back of one arm splayed across her forehead, a look of wonder on her face. “There…are…no…words,” she managed in between attempting to take deep breaths.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against him, kissing the top of her head.
Julianna waited until her breathing returned to normal before she tugged out of his arms, tossed the fur over her head and began her own descent down his nude body.
“What are you doing?” Rhys asked, simultaneously alarmed and extremely aroused.
“What do you think I’m doing?” came her muffled reply.
She kissed his shoulders and his chest. She lightly raked her fingernails down his muscled abdomen, then she trailed her tongue along the line of hair that disappeared between his legs.
“I’ve been forced to look at your chest almost daily,” she said, her husky voice still slightly muffled under the fur. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to taste you.”
Rhys was so hard, he ached.
He took a deep, steadying breath. He knew he would need to stop her at some point, but he couldn’t help but wonder what she’d do if he allowed her to continue. In the end, his curiosity and his erection won.
He settled back against the pile of furs while Julianna’s warm wet lips trailed down his abdomen. He could feel her hesitancy as soon as she reached his cock. Her hands rested on his hips. She kissed his tip and it twitched.
That’s when he began to breathe heavily. “Julianna, you don’t have to—”
Whatever words he’d been about to say were lost when she took him into her hot mouth. She sucked him, moving her tongue up and down. Oh, God, she was doing to him what he’d done to her. Damn. She was a fast learner too.
His hands fumbled beneath the fur. He was intent upon pulling her back up to kiss him. But when her mouth slid down the length of him, his hands fell uselessly to his sides. “Jesus Christ,” he breathed.
He felt her smile against his thigh. “I take it you liked that?” came her slightly amused voice.
“Mmm hmm,” he finally managed to murmur. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hips arched up as her mouth continued to slide up and down him.
She was torturing him. None of his fantasies had been this good. She pulled her lips from him and licked his tip again, sucking on just the end before taking his entire cock deep into her throat. She did it again and again until he was mindless, his hips thrashing, his hands tangling in her long, silken hair.
“Julianna,” he breathed.
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t make her his. Not after the heartache he’d caused her. It wouldn’t be fair to her. It wouldn’t be fair to Murdock.
He let her suck him until he was on the edge. His balls tensed. His fists clenched. He let her lick him one last time before he reached down and pulled her up to him in one fell swoop, kissing her deeply, his tongue driving into her mouth the way he wished his cock could drive into her wet warmth as he came against her hip.
