Page 123 of The Devil of Clan Sinclair
“Won’t you kiss me?”
“I’m trying to be restrained,” he said.
She leaned forward. “Don’t,” she whispered. She smiled at him almost pityingly and placed her fingers against the placket of his trousers, pressing gently.
“Not as restrained as you think,” she said. “I feel the same, only my desire doesn’t show.”
His smile answered hers. “Not true,” he said, reaching out and gently flicking an aroused nipple. “It just shows in different ways. Shall I show you where else?”
Her eyes widened.
Spreading her legs, he moved between them, a hand on each stockinged knee.
He reached in to the slit of her pantaloons, palming her. “You’re damp,” he said.
She nodded, her smile having vanished a few seconds earlier.
“If I were to move my fingers just so,” he said, pairing the action to the words, “I’d find you swollen and sensitive.”
She licked her lips.
One finger trailed through her intimate folds to the opening, stroking softly. She closed her eyes, biting her lips. He coaxed a kiss from her, inhaled her breathy sighs, and spoke into her mouth.
“If I were to enter you now,” he said, gently inserting a finger into her, “you might gasp aloud. Or feel a surge of lust.”
Her eyes flew open. “Do you feel lust for me?”
How could she ask that question?
“Endlessly,” he said. “Eternally. When I was sailing to Australia, when I was sailing home.”
“But not in Australia?”
The question startled a laugh from him.
“Perhaps I met an attractive aborigine,” he said, “and she caused all thoughts of you fly from my mind.”
She drew back, frowning at him again. “What’s an aborigine? And why have you given me such a conundrum?”
“Why are we talking?” he countered. “When I could be inside you?”
Her face flamed brighter but her eyes sparkled.
“What conundrum?” he asked.
Her answer was breathless. “I wonder why you weren’t lusting after me in Australia, while I should be grateful you weren’t. After all, I’m not entirely certain I should want you lusting after me.”
“What a pity,” he said, words nearly beyond him at the moment. “When it’s evident to a blind man I do.”
She kissed him without any further talk of aborigines or the propriety of lust.
Then, even thoughts faded beneath the sheer bliss of loving Virginia. When she moaned, he stood with her in his arms. Sweeping the leaves away with his foot, he placed her on the floor of the gazebo. Perhaps this wasn’t the best place for a tryst, in the middle of the woods, but it was too far to Drumvagen.
He needed her now.
He wasn’t certain whose moan indicated fulfillment first. All he knew was the world dimmed and receded. For a time there was only her and the knowledge he couldn’t live without Virginia.
Stretching his legs out before him, Paul peered up at the canopy of leaves. Pity he’d never learned about trees. He’d no idea if he rested beneath an oak or a pine.
