Page 67 of Her Magnificent Mistake
“Sleeping?” he growled, pressing his mouth against her skin. “I dinnae plan onsleeping.”
They tumbled into his suite and Marcia barely had time to take in the rich paneling and heavy drapery, pulled back to allow the summer night air to cool the room, before Hawk caught her up in his arms.
Thiskiss was full of joy, full of promise. Full of a future.
And by the time they pulled apart, they were already half-undressed.
“Nay,” he gasped, pushing her firmly away from himself. Before she had time to be disappointed, he pointed one scarred, callused finger at her chest. “We’re no’ doing this slapdash, Marcia. I’m no’ going to fook ye up against the wall.”
Her hands were already shaking as she tried to undo her buttons. “You’re not—why not? I thought itquitea memorable experience.” After all, the strength he brought to love-making had always been one of her favorite memories—and she was rather eager to make new ones. “Could I not convince you to?—”
“Stop jabbering, woman, and get naked!”
His command was accompanied by a growl as he settled himself on a chair and lifted one boot to work his laces. His gaze, however, didn’t drop from her body, and Marcia’s blood heated to near boiling point at the desire she saw there.
So she took her time removing her clothing, piece by piece, each one fluttering softly to the floor in as enticing and teasing a manner as she could manage. By the time she stood in just her stockings, torn between pride, temptation, and nerves, Hawk was wearing only his trousers.
He was slumped in the chair, knees spread invitingly, trousers unbuttoned, his cock pressing against the wool, and his hand wrapped around it. Was there anything sexier than a man who was so overcome he had to stroke himselfthroughhis clothing? Marcia felt quite powerful indeed.
She lifted her hands to her throat to unclasp her pendant, but Hawk rasped, “Leave it on.”
He stood in one sudden movement and she braced herself in anticipation for his touch—but he merely moved around her, as if studying her. As if he was a museum patron and she a work of art.
“Stunning,” he murmured. When he reached out to trace a finger along her lower back, Marcia shuddered and moaned. Was that a chuckle from him?
Hawk stopped his circling and stepped closer, behind her; not quite touching, but his breath warm on her skin. “Just stunning,” he murmured again, as his arms rose around her, bracketing her, his hands closing around her breasts and hefting them, pushing them toward the sparkling blue amulet they framed. “Perfection.”
Marcia was well aware she was far from perfect, but her body thrummed for his touch now, and she arched her back, simultaneously pressing her breasts into his hold and her arse against his hardness.
“Good lass,” he breathed, dropping his mouth to her shoulder. “Such a good lass. I want…I want to taste ye.”
Her breath caught. “Yes,” she managed to choke. “Please.” Her core, already throbbing with need, flooded with another burst of desire.
He squeezed her breasts at the same moment his teeth scraped along her shoulder, and she shuddered in his hold.
This.This was where she belonged.
“Ye want me to put my mouth on ye?” he murmured, catching her nipples in his fingers, rolling them. “Ye want me to make ye scream?”
“Oh, God,yes.” Marcia wriggled against him, pressing her thighs together to assuage the ache there. “Please, Hawk.”
He tugged at her nipples, the sensation making her gasp sharply, then squeezed again. As much as she loved this, she wanted his fingers lower,lower. Her own hands stole forward, hovering over her curls, uncertain what she should do, nearly overwhelmed with pleasure.
But Hawk surprised her by suddenly stepping away, grabbing her by the shoulders, and spinning her to face him. She barely had time to gasp before he grabbed her by the waist andlifted.
With a squeal, Marcia grabbed his shoulders, but then he stepped toward the bed and lifted her higher, tilting her knees over his shoulders, shifting his hold to her arse, then her thighs…until her core was even with his mouth.
Her heart leapt to her throat at the sudden altitude, and she lunged to wrap her arm around the bed poster to help keep her up.This was?—
He hummed in pleasure, and before she could even understand what was happening, Hawk’s tongue slid along her curls.
“Hawk!” Marcia squealed, allowing him to pull one leg tighter over his shoulder, curling herself around his head, holding on half in terror, half in amazement at this ridiculous, amazing show of strength.
She wanted to caution him to be careful, not to hurt himself…but if she had, he wouldn’t be able to respond, because his mouth was decidedly full.
This time he couldn’t use his fingers; so the wonderful man put his tongue and lips to good use. As Marcia practically humpedhis face, holding on for dear life, he licked and sucked and teased and nibbled her closer and closer to release.
His tongue wasn’t large enough to ride the way she wanted, but it didn’t matter because he was focused on her clitoris. This wasn’t deep enough, wasn’tthickenough…but oh, Christ, was it good.
