“Yes, well, I’m not exactly trained in the art of seduction,” she said with another half-smile.
He returned her smile, lifting one hand to softly rub her cheek. “Unfortunately, neither am I. Would you like to just talk?”
Relief flooded through her and she silently nodded.
Ewan captured her hand and led her to the bed. They sat together on the edge of the enormous mattress, which was covered with a dark blue satin blanket. She spent a few moments looking around the huge room. It was dim in the bedchamber, but she could see enough to know it looked like him in here. The furnishings were a mixture of dark blues and grays and browns. Everything was in its place. A veryconventionalbedchamber.
It smelled like him in here too. A mixture of spice and soap and something indefinable that even now made her want to curl into him and lick his neck for some reason. Oh, for heaven’s sake, what was wrong with her? Why was she thinking about neck licking?
“I never expected us to be here,” Ewan began. He still held her hand in his and when he finished speaking, he squeezed it. His warm fingers engulfing her cold ones.
Thea squeezed back, but tears stung the backs of her eyes. He meant that he never expectedherto be here. He was wishing she was someone else. They both knew it. But she had to put that out of her mind, had to forget about it … for tonight at least.
Ewan turned to face her. “Thea, I—”
She pushed herself up against the mattress on her free hand and touched her lips to his, silencing him.
THEA’S KISSwas all the encouragement Ewan needed. He’d expected they would talk for a while. He wasn’t even entirely certain they would be intimate. He certainly hadn’t been ready to make love to a woman who had begun the night by asking, “Should we get this over with?” But he should have known that beautiful, courageous Thea wouldn’t do anything less than give herself to him completely on their wedding night. Just touching her made him shudder. He wanted to make this good for her. He wanted to make it extraordinary.
Ewan pulled her into his arms and opened his mouth on hers. He cupped the back of her head to pull her closer. Her tongue flicked out to touch his … tentative at first and then, when his tongue went deeper, hers matched his thrust for thrust.
He pushed her back onto the mattress and leaned down over her. He glanced down her body at her nightrail. “How much do you love this garment?”
“I hate it,” she murmured, smiling up at him.
“Then you won’t mind if I do this?” He grabbed the bodice and ripped the fabric from top to bottom in one decisive move. “There. That’s better.” His eyes devoured her.
Thea helped him as he pulled the remaining bits from her shoulders and she laid there, completely naked and perfect on his bed. His fantasies had never been this good. Her legs were long, and her hips curved, her breasts beyond imagination. Her skin was like silk.
He loomed above her, both arms braced tight against the mattress on either side of her head. He leaned down and kissed her again, stoking the fire inside of both of them. Thea cried out when he pulled his head away. But when he moved down to her bare breasts and took her nipple in his mouth, she cried out again, this time, his name. Would he ever tire of hearing his name on her lips that way? He gently bit her nipple, cupping her full breast in his hand, then he sucked the little bud sharply into his mouth. Thea gasped. Her chest heaved against him from her rasping breaths and her hands tangled in his hair. “Ewan,” she cried again. He smiled against her soft skin.
He took his time, lavishing attention first on one taut nipple, then the next, sucking, nibbling, pulling the hard little bud into his mouth and biting ever so softly until Thea was writhing beneath him. Her hands still tangling in his hair, her hips undulating beneath him telling him she wanted something she didn’t even know about.
“Ewan,” she breathed. “I ache.”
He closed his eyes against the desire to whip off his breeches and bury himself inside of her. He knew what she wanted, what she needed, and he had every intention of giving it to her before he took his own pleasure.
He let his hand wander down her tense leg to slowly move back up toward her hip. He stroked the outside of her thigh. Kissing her deeply again, he cupped her hip and let his hand ride there for a few moments before moving his fingers between her legs. He brushed against her curls lightly, once, before sliding one finger into her wet warmth.
Thea nearly came off the bed. He moved his mouth to her ear, quieting her. “Shh, darling. Don’t worry. Let me touch you like this.”
Her hips were still undulating against his hand. And when he slipped his finger back inside of her, she moaned. Then his thumb found the nub of pleasure between her thighs and he knew pure bliss watching her expressive face while her eyes rolled back into her head as she murmured “please” again and again.
“I want to taste you,” he whispered in her ear sensing that instead of being frightened by his words, she would be excited by them.
“Yes,” she whispered back, and Ewan couldn’t help the self-satisfied grin that spread across his lips as he moved down her body.
He slid a second finger into her tight sheath and her eyes widened in shock for one instant before she tossed her head back and moaned. He moved his finger within her stroking her, making her more wet, before he continued to move down her body, breathing in her intoxicating scent. He was obsessed with her. Couldn’t get enough of her.
He circled his thumb, once, twice, and her hips arched off the mattress before he replaced his thumb with the tip of his tongue. Thea’s breath caught in her throat. Her knees fell apart giving him more access. He dipped his head and licked her. She moaned. He licked her again. Her hips bucked. Another deep wet lick.
“Do you like this?” he asked, raising his head to look up at her over the plane of her flat belly.
Her lips moved, but she couldn’t seem to form the word. All she could do was nod and mouth the word ‘yes’.
He smiled to himself as he bent his head back to his task. He was going to make her come with his tongue. And it was going to be apleasure.
THEA GASPEDwhen Ewan’s tongue touched her once more. The ungodly ache between her legs made her hips arch off the mattress. She’d never imagined anything like what he was doing to her, but she never wanted him to stop. He stroked her with his tongue again and again and the rough brush of it made her cry out, “Don’t stop.”
