breasts, turning the rosy peaks to tingling hardness, and she closed her eyes, sighing, conscious of nothing but the piercing delight of the sensations he was evoking.
When he raised his head, she heard herself say thickly, ‘ Don ’ t stop — you can ’ t stop… ’
‘ I ’ ve only just begun. ’ There was a shadow of laughter in his answering whisper.
His lips travelled on down, over the flat plane of her stomach, caressing the tiny whorls of her navel, the hollows of her hipbones. His hands were stroking her thighs, and her body slackened in anticipation of the contact she yearned for, but which, tantalisingly, he did not seem to be offering.
‘ Please. ’ Her voice did not seem to belong to her. ‘ Oh — please. ’
Then she cried out as his mouth reached the joining of her thighs and found the molten, aching sweetness within. For one shocked, bewildered moment she tried to push him away, scared of this depth of intimacy, but he captured her wrists with one hand and held her helpless.
His tongue was a flame, gentle but intense, as it began to explore her most secret being, seeking her small hidden bud and coaxing it to exquisite life. He made it flicker against her, then stroke her with delicate finesse, before circling on her with voluptuous control. And without mercy.
Cat was breathless, small sounds coming from her throat as her head twisted on the pillow. There were tiny golden stars dancing behind her eyelids, and she could hear the blood roaring through her veins like the echo of a remorseless tide beating on the shore.
Everything else — each sense, each nerve, each atom of emotion — was focused, concentrated on this passionate agony of sensation he was creating for her. Nothing else existed but this lesson in her own sensuality that she was being taught by a master. She wasn ’ t even aware of the moment when he released her wrists.
Her inner heat was raging like a furnace. She realised in some outreach of her mind that she had reached the brink and was being held there endlessly, her body a silent scream for release.
When it came, it was like a quiet pulse beating deeply and insistently within her, gathering power and strength, rising to some undreamed-of height. Until he took her across the edge, and her body imploded into rapture, shuddering violently as each tremor tore through her.
And his name on her lips was a thanksgiving.
CHAPTER FOUR
AFTERWARDS, Cat lay, held close in his arms, absorbing the small ripples of delight that still assailed her, like the aftershock of an earthquake, with tears running down her face.
‘ My darling, ’ Liam said softly, kissing her wet eyes. ‘ My clever angel. Don ’ t cry. ’
Her voice trembled. ‘ I never knew it could be like that — never dreamed… ’
‘ I knew, ’ he told her gently. ‘ From the first moment that we looked at each other, I knew. ’
She sighed. ‘ Maybe I ’ m not as sophisticated as I thought. ’
‘ So I discovered. ’ There was a wry twist to his mouth as he stroked her cheek. ‘ Along with the fact that Cat the Tigress does not take her claws to bed. You ’ re quite an enigma, my love. ’
‘ Is that better than being a male fantasy? ’ she queried sleepily, her head tucked into the curve of his shoulder.
A laugh shook him. ‘ Just different. ’ He added softly, ‘ But I think you ’ ll still be fulfilling my fantasies long after I ’ ve solved the mystery. ’
She barely heard him. She was already drifting, heavy-lidded, into sleep. Sinking down through waves of contentment into a haven of dreamless rest.
When she awoke it was daylight, and fitful sunshine was glancing into the room through the open curtains. And she was alone in the big bed, with the covers drawn neatly over her.
What was more, she was once again wearing the nightgown she ’ d discarded a few hours previously, she realised, touching the soft fabric with disbelieving hands.
As she sat up and
When he raised his head, she heard herself say thickly, ‘ Don ’ t stop — you can ’ t stop… ’
‘ I ’ ve only just begun. ’ There was a shadow of laughter in his answering whisper.
His lips travelled on down, over the flat plane of her stomach, caressing the tiny whorls of her navel, the hollows of her hipbones. His hands were stroking her thighs, and her body slackened in anticipation of the contact she yearned for, but which, tantalisingly, he did not seem to be offering.
‘ Please. ’ Her voice did not seem to belong to her. ‘ Oh — please. ’
Then she cried out as his mouth reached the joining of her thighs and found the molten, aching sweetness within. For one shocked, bewildered moment she tried to push him away, scared of this depth of intimacy, but he captured her wrists with one hand and held her helpless.
His tongue was a flame, gentle but intense, as it began to explore her most secret being, seeking her small hidden bud and coaxing it to exquisite life. He made it flicker against her, then stroke her with delicate finesse, before circling on her with voluptuous control. And without mercy.
Cat was breathless, small sounds coming from her throat as her head twisted on the pillow. There were tiny golden stars dancing behind her eyelids, and she could hear the blood roaring through her veins like the echo of a remorseless tide beating on the shore.
Everything else — each sense, each nerve, each atom of emotion — was focused, concentrated on this passionate agony of sensation he was creating for her. Nothing else existed but this lesson in her own sensuality that she was being taught by a master. She wasn ’ t even aware of the moment when he released her wrists.
Her inner heat was raging like a furnace. She realised in some outreach of her mind that she had reached the brink and was being held there endlessly, her body a silent scream for release.
When it came, it was like a quiet pulse beating deeply and insistently within her, gathering power and strength, rising to some undreamed-of height. Until he took her across the edge, and her body imploded into rapture, shuddering violently as each tremor tore through her.
And his name on her lips was a thanksgiving.
CHAPTER FOUR
AFTERWARDS, Cat lay, held close in his arms, absorbing the small ripples of delight that still assailed her, like the aftershock of an earthquake, with tears running down her face.
‘ My darling, ’ Liam said softly, kissing her wet eyes. ‘ My clever angel. Don ’ t cry. ’
Her voice trembled. ‘ I never knew it could be like that — never dreamed… ’
‘ I knew, ’ he told her gently. ‘ From the first moment that we looked at each other, I knew. ’
She sighed. ‘ Maybe I ’ m not as sophisticated as I thought. ’
‘ So I discovered. ’ There was a wry twist to his mouth as he stroked her cheek. ‘ Along with the fact that Cat the Tigress does not take her claws to bed. You ’ re quite an enigma, my love. ’
‘ Is that better than being a male fantasy? ’ she queried sleepily, her head tucked into the curve of his shoulder.
A laugh shook him. ‘ Just different. ’ He added softly, ‘ But I think you ’ ll still be fulfilling my fantasies long after I ’ ve solved the mystery. ’
She barely heard him. She was already drifting, heavy-lidded, into sleep. Sinking down through waves of contentment into a haven of dreamless rest.
When she awoke it was daylight, and fitful sunshine was glancing into the room through the open curtains. And she was alone in the big bed, with the covers drawn neatly over her.
What was more, she was once again wearing the nightgown she ’ d discarded a few hours previously, she realised, touching the soft fabric with disbelieving hands.
As she sat up and
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