Page 80 of The Moonstone Major
This man knew how to pierce her soul.
There was something quite magnificent in his barely leashed restraint, the perfect way his mouth pressed down on hers with aching need. He was not merely kissing her, but memorizing the touch and taste of her, etching her into his own soul, and taking her into his heart.
A heart that had never known love before.
She knew she was no mere bedmate for him, but the one person who could ease his painful past. Perhaps to forget it and try to move on.
Her heart beat faster than it had ever beat before.
Pulses began to throb that had never throbbed before.
A fiery heat coursed through her.
Her response was physical and intense, but more so because tonight involved more than mere physical pleasure. Tonight was all about trust…his trusting her and letting her in where others had betrayed and hurt him.
She melted at his every touch. Moaned softly with each sensation of his big, powerful body rhythmically sliding over hers. Since he had removed his shirt, she felt his smooth, hot skin beneath her palms, her greedy palms that wanted to touch all of him and know all of him.
She held on to his powerful shoulders and sighed as his rock-hard muscles flexed with tension.
She still wore his shirt, now an unwanted barrier between their bodies. She squirmed under him, trying to shed the garment so that nothing came between them.
He emitted a pained laugh. “Keep it on, love. My resolve is dangerously weak.”
“But—”
He kissed her once more to silence her.
When she glanced down to work the buttons, she noticed her shirt was already unbuttoned and her breasts exposed.
Well, he had been a cutpurse in his younger days, his touch light and quick. She hadn’t felt a thing as he’d eased the opening apart and now cupped one breast in his large, roughened hand. He began to run his thumb lightly over the soft peak until it became taut, and she felt the sensual heat of his touch coursing through her limbs.
She gasped when he lowered his head and put his mouth to her breast, gently suckling the sensitive tip. “Oh, dear heaven.”
She almost expired when he moved to the other breast and took its taut tip into his mouth to tease it with his tongue in the same manner. “Chloe, you are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
She could not form the words to respond.
But he had to know what she was feeling, for he was not new to this sort of pleasure.
Was there a storm raging outside? She felt as though the maelstrom was raging entirely within her body.
He kept his gaze on her as he ran his hand under her shirt and slid the fabric upward along her thighs in a slow, sensual arc. The sensation of his work-roughened hands upon her legs left her completely undone.
She began to wriggle beneath him, her body straining toward his as he continued to touch her and taste her, and tease responses out of her that made her feel wantonly delicious.
Something built up inside of her, and she moved against him to relieve this pressure.
“Slow down, love.” He placed his hands on her hips to steady her. “This is not something you want to rush.”
She had no idea whatthiswas, but she was eager to find out and in factdidwant him to rush it, and told him so. In this instance, patience was not a virtue.
He laughed, a soft, rumbling laugh filled with mirthful affection. “All right, you greedy thing. I was going to hold off and ease you into this new experience, but I see that I had better not.”
He slipped the shirt off her completely so that she was now wearing nothing at all. She was usually quite modest, but felt no shame or embarrassment as Fionn’s gaze raked over her body.
His gorgeous eyes were gray-hot embers. “You are so beautiful, Chloe. My sweet, lovely Chloe.”
She was no siren by any means, but he made her feel as though she was the most alluring woman on earth, and all the raw pain of his past was forgotten merely by looking at her.
