He gently nibbled on her nipple, and she bit her lip to restrain a squeal.
Right now, it was impossible to imagine ever being sated. Every part of her body was burning, and she wanted him so badly that there were stars dancing before her eyes. Going mad with need actually seemed within the realm of possibility. She lifted her hips, trying to press the ache in her nether regions into submission.
But Bran gave her no satisfaction—he shifted his body to one side.
“Do you already forget the rules?” he asked, hoarsely, his hot breath soft upon her breast. “To the game that you created?”
Caitrina groaned. Shehadforgotten. By god, he wiped all reason from her thoughts. What had she been thinking to set such terms? She thrashed her head from side to side. Suchunbearableterms? And Bran seemed determined to make her pay. The only way he would set aside this foolish endeavor would be for her to drive him as mad with desire as she was.
“This game is very one-sided,” she said.
“How so?” His tongue drew a circle around her nipple.
She squirmed with need. “With you atop me, there’s little opportunity for me to play.”
He buried his face between her breasts, drawing in a deep breath. “You have another position in mind?”
She pushed at his large shoulders. “Aye. You on your back, me on top.”
He lifted his head and looked at her. “Truly?”
“Aye.”
“But the rules are no touching below the waist,” he reminded her.
“I’m well aware,” she said archly. “Roll.”
Obligingly, he rolled onto his back, a faint smile on his handsome lips. “How shall you proceed, lass?”
In truth, she had no idea. She was unschooled as a seductress. But wiping that smug look from his face was a fierce ambition. His smile suggestedhe aloneknew how to win the game, that only he was capable of taunting and teasing and driving his partner wild. Caitrina rose to her knees on the bed, accidentally trapping the hem of her night rail, which pulled the gauzy linen taut against her skin.
His gaze dropped to the newly exposed skin at her neckline, his eyes dark.
Ahh.
He admired her form. Perhaps she should start there. With a series of slow, sensual tugs on the shift, she removed her night rail and tossed it aside. His eyes narrowed, implying an element of self-discipline belied by the flare of his nostrils and the clenched fists at his side.
He wanted to grab her.
But he did not, so she considered her next move. Her long braid had flipped over her shoulder as she removed her night rail, and she lifted it, prepared to toss it back. Again, his gaze closely followed her fingers and, again, she took his interest as a sign. He was curious about what she would do with her hair. What did he think was possible?
She took the wispy end and drew it up the skin of his arm to his chest. Gooseflesh rose in its trail, and she smiled. He thrilled to touch as easily as she did. How wonderful. Leaning over him, she swept her hair over his upper body, along the strong lines of his chin, down his patrician nose, and over his sinfully shaped lips. Her reward was a low rumble of protest in his chest, and she grinned.
She pressed a hot kiss to his lips, as much for her own satisfaction as for his. Thus far, the game was only mildly amusing.
Sitting back on her heels, she studied him. He had closed his eyes, waiting for more. But more what? How does a lass go about seducing a man? What sensations were likely to make him so crazed with desire that he would toss aside her foolishly constructed rules and bed her right and proper?
His eyes drifted open again.
“Do you cede?” he asked.
“Nay,” she said quickly. She took her bottom lip into her mouth. Kisses were an option—she could kiss every inch of his skin above his waist—but she was not convinced that would be enough to make him break the rules.
She let her bottom lip go.
His nostrils flared again.
Something about that little movement enticed him. But what? What did he find so fascinating about her lip? She chewed it again, and released it—to similar effect. Was he imagining chewing her lip himself? If so, could she use his imagination against him? Caitrina ran a light finger down her chest to her belly button. His eyes followed the trail of her fingers with avid interest, and she smiled.
