Bethie sat for a moment, shaken by his smile, stunned to her core by her own passion, by his words. “Aye, Nicholas. Show me.”
And then she was in his arms as he pulled her against him, pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that seared her to her soul. He rolled her onto her back, and his lips followed the same path she had blazed on his flesh—over her lips, across her cheek, down her throat, to her breasts, where he laved her nipples with his tongue.
Delicious frissons of heat shot from her breasts to someplace deep in her belly with each flick of his tongue, each tug of his lips. She heard herself moan, heard herself whisper his name.“Nicholas!”
“I want you hungry and aching, Bethie. I want you to know what it’s like.”
Hands rough from years of living in the wild caressed her breasts, teased her nipples, while his lips traced fire across her belly. Just as she had done, he dipped his tongue into her navel. A dart of flame shot through her.
“I’m going to touch you now, Bethie, just as you touched me.”
Then his hand cupped her sex.
Tremors of pleasure twined with alarm shuddered through her. Instinctively, she drew her thighs together. “N-nay!”
“Trust me, love. Pleasure, not pain.” He moved the heel of his hand in slow, maddening circles on her woman’s mound.
And therewaspleasure—shocking, deep, aching pleasure. She could not think. She could not doubt. She could do nothing but feel. Ragged sensation tore through her, made her insides quiver. The cleft between her thighs ached. She was wet, weeping, molten. “Oh, Nicholas, please... don’t... stop!”
She heard him chuckle, a deep erotic sound. “Now I’m going to taste you, Bethie, just as you tasted me. Spread your legs for me.”
Bethie’s eyes flew open and the breath caught in her throat as he parted her thighs, bent down, took her with his mouth. She cried out, unable to believe what he was doing, what she was feeling. His lips closed over the most sensitive part of her, and he began to suckle.
Unbearable, desperate, searing pleasure.
She heard him moan, the deep rumble vibrating against her tortured flesh.
“Mmm, you taste like heaven, love. So sweet.”
Then his tongue teased her entrance, sent deep shudders through her, and for the first time in her life, Bethie felt empty. She wanted his kiss inside her. She wantedhiminside her. But she couldn’t say it. She couldn’t tell him.
“Please, Nicholas!” Her hands fisted in his long hair, pushed him closer.
Something was building inside her, stalking her. Something wild. Something primal.
He tugged on her swollen flesh with his lips, sucked her into his mouth again, teased her with flicks of his tongue.
Helpless, frantic cries escaped her as the flames inside her grew higher and higher.
And then all at once, the fire within her drew itself together deep in her belly—and exploded. White-hot bliss surged through her, a pounding tide of molten delight, waves of pleasure so strong she feared she would come apart. “Nicholas!”
Her body trembled with the force of her climax, her inner muscles clenching hard again and again, until the fire faded to embers.
But Nicholas wasn’t finished. He lapped her still-swollen sex with lazy strokes until the heat began to build again. Then he drew upon her sensitive bud with his lips, sucked it, teased it. And in a matter of minutes she was lost in another climax and another, until she was exhausted and floating, Nicholas by her side, a smile on his lips.
She curled against him, mumbled. “I never knew. I never knew, Nicholas.”
He pulled her into his arms, stroked her hair, his shaft still rigid. “Sleep, love.”
***
Bethie slept deeply that night.
His body yearning for release, Nicholas didn’t sleep at all.
But for the first time in six years, he felt content.
Chapter 21
