Page 15 of A Second Chance for Carys
The mouth that never smiled curled up at the corner. “You’re right. I should be licking you.”
With those shocking words, James brought her feet to his mouth and kissed the bone on her ankle. Carys inhaled sharply. Still, she didn’t move, and the lips slid upward slowly, trailing a path of fire along her calf. What was the man doing? And why was she not protesting? Because it felt too good, that was why.
Heavenly.
“Mm, you taste of salt and sun-warmed skin,” he growled. “Let me feast on the rest of you.”
Possibly because no one had ever demanded such a thing from her, she didn’t respond. What could she have said anyway?
Yes, the answer that had immediately come to mind, was too scandalous by far.No,too absurd, and a lie. She did want him to feast on her.You’re not seriouswould be too naïve, because there was no mistaking his intent. He had spoken in earnest.Pleasecould surely be?—
In her confusion, Carys left it too long and he took her silence for agreement. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he nudged her backward until she was lying on the blanket once more. It seemed he would have her comfortable while he explored her body.
“Yes. Salt. Sun. Cream. Honey. Silk. Woman.” Each word was punctuated by a kiss. Each kiss took him closer to the place between her thighs that felt impossibly swollen. Soon he would reach it and see how wet she was. There would be no hiding it. Anticipation was coursing through her veins. If he didn’t stop he would get to taste the desire dripping from her.
He didn’t stop.
Her dress and shift were gathered up and the sea breeze came to tease her intimate folds. There was no doubting this was what he intended to kiss next. Her whole body tensed. How long had it been since a man had not pleasured her thus?
Too long.
The first lick made her eyes roll into the back of her head. There was nothing tentative about it. James took his time and, very slowly, very deliberately, used the flat of his tongue to trace a path from the bottom to the top of her womanly seam. When he reached the place at the apex of her thighs he kissed it and groaned, like a man grateful to have been allowed his favorite treat.
What was he doing to her? No sooner had he started pleasuring her than he had reduced her to a panting, squirming mess. Carys made sounds she hadn’t known she could make, sounds she wasn’t even sure were human. But how could she do otherwise? His tongue, his warm, wicked, delicious, skilled tongue was everywhere at once. Just when she thought his caresses could not get more decadent, he brought it lower, between her buttocks, and started teasing a part of her no one had ever touched before, much less licked.
She bucked so hard she knocked him on the chin.
“Easy, love,” he rasped, placing his hands on her hip bones to hold her in place. “You don’t want to hurt me, not now, not before I have finished what I’m doing.”
“But what you’re doing is?—”
“Delicious. You will have noticed, I hope.”
Oh, yes, she had. Why did he think she had almost snapped her spine in two trying to cope with the sensations?
Just when she thought he could not do anything more scandalous, he did just that. Putting his hands under her knees, he lifted her buttocks high in the air. Carys found herself folded in two, totally exposed to his gaze and mouth—and just as aroused as she was mortified. In that shocking position, he would have access to all her intimate parts. The way his eyes gleamed told her it had been exactly his intention.
“So beautiful.” His voice was darker than it had ever been. A shiver went up her spine. “Ask me to carry on, Carys. Beg me to lick you, everywhere, and make you come.”
“I-I could not,” she whimpered. Was he mad? She would never be able to utter such shameless words, or demand anyone did such a thing.
“Do it in Welsh, if you must. But I won’t start again until you beg me.”
She tried to move, and found that she could not. His hold was as unbreakable as iron chains, even if it didn’t hurt. Being at his mercy was sending her heart in a flurry and setting her bones on fire. And so she did beg. “Please, James.”
The wretched man only smiled. She couldn’t help a groan. Oh,nowhe was smiling! “Not good enough, sweeting.”
Sweeting? How could he use such a tender endearment considering what he had done to her, what he wanted to make her say, and the way he was holding her? He should be calling her rude names.
True to his words, he did not resume his attentions, merely brought his face closer to her exposed womanhood and gave a growl low in his throat.
“Please, Carys. Ask me to lick you. I’m about to expire from need.”
Hewas dying? What should she be saying?
“Well, lick me, damn you! Finish what you started. I need your tongue, everywhere, I need to come!”
The words exploded out of her, the most shocking thing she had said in her life. But as soon as she closed her mouth she understood why he had wanted her to beg him. Because as the command left her lips, a flush of moisture rushed between her thighs. She had been aroused a moment ago, she was now positively weeping with need.
