Page 35 of Don't Give A Damn About My Plaid Reputation
Or mayhap she was just afraid of breathing and ruining this perfect moment, with the water lapping against her back and his tongue reminding her what it meant to feelloved.
He tasted of apples and joy.
His large, callused hands spread across the bare skin of her back, and the sensation was so unique, she gasped, finally sucking in a lungful of air as his teeth tugged at her lower lip.Thatsent all sorts of interesting sparks across her skin, and she moaned and pressed herself closer to him.
Her own hands refused to be still. Content in the knowledge he would hold her, protect her, she was free to allow her touch to roam across his body, reveling in each touch, each new inch of skin she discovered.
Kissing a naked man was really quite an experience.
His lips trailed hot kisses along her jaw, and she tilted her head to one side to allow him better access as she dragged her fingernails across his scalp. He shuddered and muttered something, his hips flexing forward so the thick length of him pressed against her smooth skin.
She grinned and tipped her head back.
When one of his hands abandoned her back, she had a moment of panic, but only as long as it took for it to settled against the side of her neck. He held her in place as he captured her lips again, andthiskiss was even better than the first. Possibly because his touch was also roaming.
Where his fingertips brushed against her skin, tiny fires ignited, each spark the mother of five more. She squirmed in his hold, the throbbing in her core growing with each breath….
And then his palm closed around one of her breasts.
She mewled against his lips, arching to thrust herself into his hold, but trying not to break their kiss.
She felt him smile. Felt it all the way into her chest and down to that aching spot between her thighs and back out again.
‘Twas really quite a remarkable sensation, to have a man cup one’s breast. Especially a breast which had been bound too tight for too long—
Oh.
Whatever she’d been feeling was far eclipsed by what happened to her body when he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger androlledit.
She went mad.
Her arms tightened around him and, panting, she tried to climb him. As he played with her nipple, she pulled herself higher along his body, instinctively wrapping her legs around his thighs, and then his hips, trying to get closer, closer, closer.
It wasn’t until he sucked in a harsh breath and pulled his lips from hers that she realized she’d placed her core—wet, pulsing,aching—against the base of his—hiscock.
With a groan, his forehead dropped to hers. “Lass,” he gasped, “Ye’re killing me.”
But he didn’t stop teasing her nipple, and his other hand crept down to her rear end, to cup one cheek and lift her.
Robena decided that she liked the water very much after all.
“No’ yet,” she gasped. “Ye cannae die yet. No’ until—“
His rough palm cupped her breast again, and she broke off with a moan.
As he kissed her once more, she began to rock, to slide up and down his body. Subtly at first, her hips moving in an instinct older than she could guess. Each flex pushed his hardness against her pelvic bone and the bud hidden in her curls, where sheneededthe pressure.
Her left arm tightened around his neck, holding herself in place, while her right hand squirmed down between their bodies.
And before he could figure out what she was doing, her fingers closed around his thickness, marveling at the soft steel.
He stiffened for a moment, muttering a curse against her lips…and then melted as she gently stroked him. She had to lean away from him to have the space, but he didn’t fight her. His eyes were closed, an expression something like wonder on his face as her palm brushed against the tip of his cock.
Unable to resist such temptation, she curled her fingers through his hair, pulling his lips back to hers, at the same moment his hand dropped away from her breast.
His fingers brushed against her inner thigh, which was still wrapped around his waist, and she instinctively opened for him. When he brushed along her swollen, needy core, she moaned and dropped her head back.
“God’s Wounds, Robena,” he rasped. “Ye’re so hot. So ready.”
