tendrils that wove their way through her stomach as her gaze shifted to the muscled planes of his abdomen and the dark line of hair that escaped beneath the band of his trousers. Her gaze abruptly returned to the task at hand.
She could feel him watch her. Sweat beaded her brow as desire made her nipples harden and the flesh between her thighs damp. “I should change the sheets. There is blood.” Her voice came out huskier than usual, and she cleared her throat, hoping he did not catch the slight inflection.
“I can sit up and make your task easier,” he said, wincing as he sat up on his elbows.
Her hands trembled as she continued with her task. It was so very difficult to keep focused on what she was doing when he was near. Had he shifted, or was she pressing into him, her upper body flush against his arm?
She met his gaze, and her breath lodged in her throat as he leaned toward her.
He kissed her, his lips light, soft, gentle.
For a split second her mind rebelled, but ultimately she kissed him back … and it was wonderful. He tasted like brandy and, oddly, mint.
“I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you,” he whispered against her mouth. “You are so beautiful.”
The acknowledgment that he wanted her made her pulse leap.
What was she supposed to say in response? She had never been so intimate with a man, and despite the obvious danger she was in, she could not pull away to save her life.
He leaned into her; then he was nudging her back onto the pillows. Her heart was a roar in her ears as her arms looped around his neck. She clung to him as he covered her with his body.
Desire licked at her spine, and as he deepened the kiss, the further enthralled she became and the more she wanted him. He lowered his head, kissed her throat, her neck, and the pulse that beat wildly.
He touched her breast, his fingers toying with a nipple, and her breath caught in her throat at the exquisite sensations rippling through her. There seemed to be an invisible thread between her breasts and her women’s flesh, because with each tug, she felt the need to lift her hips, craving friction. Suddenly, he was pulling the neck of her gown down, his breath hot on the soft slopes of her breasts. He kissed one nipple, then the other, licking them, grazing them with his teeth in a way that made her cry out in ecstasy.
He used his knees to spread her thighs and settled between them, his thick cock pressing against her moist heat.
She rolled her hips and he moaned deep in his throat, a wonderful sound she knew she’d never forget. Desire teased every nerve ending, and she pressed closer against him, craving his touch.
He made a slight movement, and to her shock, her wrap was beneath her, and he was untying the thin ribbon of her chemise.
Before she could protest, he slid the garment over her head, and she lay naked beneath him. He looked down at her breasts,cupped one with his hand, and eased onto his side to look down at her, his gaze shifting to her mound and the pale curls there. “Beautiful,” he said again, and he made her believe it, despite the fact he’d no doubt seen hundreds of naked women in his time.
Soon she was beyond thinking. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, and his fingertips teased her nipples into firm peaks, while the other hand brushed over her stomach. It seemed an eternity before he touched her most intimate place, sliding a finger inside her.
Rory had never had a virgin before, and Shannon was clearly very much untouched, her tight inner muscles clenching his finger. He was shocked by her heated response, by the way she lifted her hips against his hand, seeking more contact.
His thumb brushed over her clit and she gasped, and even stopped kissing him. Her eyes opened, and he watched her response as his thumb slid over the sensitive button again and again.
“Sweet Jesus,” she said on a groan. Rory grinned wickedly and kissed the underside of one breast, before making a pathway
She could feel him watch her. Sweat beaded her brow as desire made her nipples harden and the flesh between her thighs damp. “I should change the sheets. There is blood.” Her voice came out huskier than usual, and she cleared her throat, hoping he did not catch the slight inflection.
“I can sit up and make your task easier,” he said, wincing as he sat up on his elbows.
Her hands trembled as she continued with her task. It was so very difficult to keep focused on what she was doing when he was near. Had he shifted, or was she pressing into him, her upper body flush against his arm?
She met his gaze, and her breath lodged in her throat as he leaned toward her.
He kissed her, his lips light, soft, gentle.
For a split second her mind rebelled, but ultimately she kissed him back … and it was wonderful. He tasted like brandy and, oddly, mint.
“I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you,” he whispered against her mouth. “You are so beautiful.”
The acknowledgment that he wanted her made her pulse leap.
What was she supposed to say in response? She had never been so intimate with a man, and despite the obvious danger she was in, she could not pull away to save her life.
He leaned into her; then he was nudging her back onto the pillows. Her heart was a roar in her ears as her arms looped around his neck. She clung to him as he covered her with his body.
Desire licked at her spine, and as he deepened the kiss, the further enthralled she became and the more she wanted him. He lowered his head, kissed her throat, her neck, and the pulse that beat wildly.
He touched her breast, his fingers toying with a nipple, and her breath caught in her throat at the exquisite sensations rippling through her. There seemed to be an invisible thread between her breasts and her women’s flesh, because with each tug, she felt the need to lift her hips, craving friction. Suddenly, he was pulling the neck of her gown down, his breath hot on the soft slopes of her breasts. He kissed one nipple, then the other, licking them, grazing them with his teeth in a way that made her cry out in ecstasy.
He used his knees to spread her thighs and settled between them, his thick cock pressing against her moist heat.
She rolled her hips and he moaned deep in his throat, a wonderful sound she knew she’d never forget. Desire teased every nerve ending, and she pressed closer against him, craving his touch.
He made a slight movement, and to her shock, her wrap was beneath her, and he was untying the thin ribbon of her chemise.
Before she could protest, he slid the garment over her head, and she lay naked beneath him. He looked down at her breasts,cupped one with his hand, and eased onto his side to look down at her, his gaze shifting to her mound and the pale curls there. “Beautiful,” he said again, and he made her believe it, despite the fact he’d no doubt seen hundreds of naked women in his time.
Soon she was beyond thinking. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, and his fingertips teased her nipples into firm peaks, while the other hand brushed over her stomach. It seemed an eternity before he touched her most intimate place, sliding a finger inside her.
Rory had never had a virgin before, and Shannon was clearly very much untouched, her tight inner muscles clenching his finger. He was shocked by her heated response, by the way she lifted her hips against his hand, seeking more contact.
His thumb brushed over her clit and she gasped, and even stopped kissing him. Her eyes opened, and he watched her response as his thumb slid over the sensitive button again and again.
“Sweet Jesus,” she said on a groan. Rory grinned wickedly and kissed the underside of one breast, before making a pathway
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