Page 64 of In Search of a Husband
Before he could finish, Kate crashed her lips down on his, kissed him well and good until she felt the sadness and fear fall away.
His mouth claimed hers as his hands raked through her long hair, and the smell of Scottish rain and heather filled the air. She hadn’t thought it possible back in London to be on the adventure she was now, but she didn’t wish for Gabriel to stop.
She moaned softly as he bit her lip and washed away the pain by gently licking it away.
“Roll over,” he whispered against her ear. “Roll over and I will show ye how I’ll worship ye.”
Kate slid off him, falling onto her back, waiting.
He slowly peeled back the blanket separating them, pausing before he revealed her breasts.
She nodded, wanting to feel his hands on her body, his mouth claiming parts of her for himself. She longed to belong to Gabriel MacInnes in a way the marquess couldn’t dare dream.
With the blanket removed, the cooler air licked her naked body before he bent down and kissed her slowly, with his hand braced along her neck and his thumb rubbing against her collar bone. Need pooled between her legs as he continued, slowly tasting at her lips before throwing a leg over her and covering her body with the searing heat of his.
“Ye’re gorgeous,mo leannan.”
He trailed his lips down her throat before softly cupping her breast before exploring her lower. She shifted her hips, certain she knew what was about to happen. She had never lain with the marquess, but he had touched her between her legs before, bringing about a wild pleasure.
Gabriel’s touch was filled with gentle reverence, as if he truly did worship her. She sighed again, pushing her middle up against his fingers, urging him on.
“Are ye certain, lass?”
She nodded, her eyes hooded with want.
“Please, Gabriel, please touch me.”
“I’m goin’ to kiss ye, there on yer quim.”
She swallowed, closing her eyes.
He braced his hands on her hips and slowly parted her thighs to him. He sank lower on the mattress and slipped his finger between her lips, rubbing slow circles across her clitoris.
Pleasure indeed, it felt like lightning raced across her body as he continued. She reached for his head and ran her fingers through his hair as she swallowed back the sound of her moans.
“No need to be quiet,” he whispered. He ducked down and slowly licked at that bud, sending a new shock through her body. She bucked, screaming, and clamped a hand over her mouth. “It’s only us, Kate,” he said, breaking away.
She greedily pushed him back down, and he laughed. “Don’t stop.”
“As ye wish,” he said, bringing his mouth down to her most intimate parts.
The pleasure mounted, building higher and higher, and her heart raced in her chest until the pleasure shifted to panic, and she gripped his head. “I can’t, Gabe. Please. I don’t wish to lose control.”
He gazed up at her, his eyes burning with want only from her. “Do ye trust me, lass?”
She nodded.
“I’m here, and I won’t let anything bad happen. Ye understand?”
She shut her eyes and relaxed back into the pleasure mounting in her body. She didn’t wish to lose control over herself or the situation. But she wouldn’t allow the marquess to ruin this for her either. She wouldn’t allow her body to be forever marked as his conquest or something she would forever be ashamed of.
Her body and her pleasure would be hers. She would decide whocould experience it with her. And she would learn to trust herself again because she hadn’t been wrong.
“I trust you, Gabe.”
He softly kissed her thigh before continuing. His tongue worked her over the edge, and suddenly, it was as if she were bursting forward, and she felt herself flying as pleasure raced through her body. Her limbs were suddenly heavy, and she was sated and… crying.
She shook on the mattress with Gabriel above her until he gathered her up in his arms and kissed her forehead, drawing her close, holding her together as it felt the rest of the world fell apart around her. But for once, she had claimed her body as her own. Kate wasn’t a prize to be won, wasn’t trading herself for the attention of some unworthy scoundrel.
