Page 79 of The Moonstone Major
“You’ve never done this before, Chloe. Just say the word and I’ll stop.”
She did not expect to be able to string a sentence together or even utter a word once he got started doing whatever he meant to do to her. She was not completely dense about what went on between a man and a woman, but she had never experienced so much as a kiss before Fionn had given her one.
She was not going to turn prim and urge him to stop. Whatever was going to happen would be splendid because it was with him.
Was this not the very bliss her Aunt Henleigh had found with her sea captain? A love that transcended time with a man who loved her without restraint and would protect her all the days of her life?
Chloe had not had serious conversations about intimacy with her sisters, never expecting to need instruction so soon. They would have explained things to her eventually had the need arisen. But finding herself trapped here with Fionn was unexpected, and she was caught unprepared.
However, not knowing what was to happen was also all right, because she trusted this wonderful man and knew he would never hurt her.
He seemed to be following her thoughts. “When I claim you truly as my wife, you might feel some discomfort. But not with anything we are going to do tonight, Chloe. You will only experience pleasure.”
She cast him a smile in relief. “Well then, that’s all right, isn’t it? Let’s get started. What must I do?”
He returned her smile with an achingly tender one of his own. “Just close your eyes and let me do the work. I will do my best to have you howling for me.”
“Howling?” She laughed. “Wait, you’re serious?”
His smile turned wicked.
“You are awfully sure of yourself.” She grinned, finding the possibility quite extraordinary. He was so arrogant in his confidence.
But men like Fionn learned early about the art of survival, and if seduction was required to live another day, then he would have mastered it fast.
She held her breath when he gently nudged her onto her back. The mattress was soft, and she felt as though the two of them were wrapped together in their own cocoon under the canopied bed. She sank further into the mattress when he shifted his big, magnificent body over her slight frame and propped on his elbows.
She felt the weight of him atop her, and found it exquisite and divine.
He smiled down at her. “Ready, love?”
“All of my life,” she whispered back, circling her arms around his neck.
He laughed and then kissed her as though she was the most precious thing in his life.
She felt a source of pride to have elicited such depth of feeling from a man who had spent his life suppressing all feeling.
He was hot as a torch, his skin emitting a sexual heat that had her pulse throbbing before he’d done anything more than look at her.
Dear heaven, that smoldering look. Flames tore through her. She wanted all of him. “Don’t hold back, Fionn.”
But she saw the determination in his eyes and knew he would not give her everything tonight, certainly not the physical pleasure of their bodies joined together. To take her innocence was a step too far for him. Of course, it was only out of concern for her.
Well, that intimacy would come later, when they were husband and wife.
As for her, simply being in bed with him and having him atop her was deliciously exciting and more than satisfying for this first time.
But there was still plenty for her to learn, and she worried about pleasing him. What if she was bumbling and awkward?
“You are not going to disappoint me, Chloe.” He seemed to read her thoughts, which usually were too transparent for her liking. “Do not think too hard about this. In fact, close your eyes and do not think at all. Just take in each sensation. The touch of my hand. The taste of my mouth on yours. The lick of my tongue.”
Tongues were involved?
She thought it was only because he had been falling down drunk the last time that his tongue had lolled out and he slobbered over her. Of course, it hadn’t all been a slobber. Dear heaven, some of the things he’d done to her with that tongue of his had been quite nice.
“All right.”
He lowered his beautifully shaped mouth to hers and sank his lips onto hers with a possessive hunger. Theirs was no gentle kiss, but a ravaging one filled with heat and meant to conquer her heart.
