Page 138 of Historical Hotties
She turned her head; he was so close that if she had stuck out her tongue, she would have licked him. Her heart thumped harder and faster, threatening to burst from her chest as she gazed into his dusky blue eyes with their fringe of thick dark lashes. The lightning bolts were still there but, this time, they were far tenderer and far less shocking.
“How would ye know what I am made of?” she asked.
“Because I can tell.”
She cocked her head. “Ye believe that I have strength?”
He smiled in reply, gazing into her lovely face, knowing that he was going to kiss her and there was not a damn thing he could do to stop himself. His grip tightened, pulling her cheek very close to his mouth, and his lips went to work. Very gently, his mouth moved across her cheek to her chin. As it did so, he felt her body quiver violently and it fed both his passion and his curiosity; he was wildly curious to taste her lips. He thought she tried to say something but he could not be sure; before she could get the words out, his lips slanted over hers and he fed his curiosity with her delicious flesh.
Clutched tightly against Creed’s chest, Carington knew she should, at the very least, be protesting his actions. She had tried, sort of, but his mouth had claimed her own and the protest died on her lips. Now she was experiencing the searing heat of his mouth, scorching her like nothing she had ever known to exist.She’d never been kissed by a man before and hardly knew what to expect, but Creed’s gentle lips wordlessly instructed her on how to respond. In a very short amount of time, she was aptly doing so. In fact, it was as if a flood gate suddenly opened and her passionate Scot nature exploded in ways she never knew it could.
Her small fingers found their way into his inky hair, gripping his head as he devoured her. His tongue licked at her lips, tenderly prying them open, and she gasped as he invaded her honeyed mouth. Carington savored the sensations, each one so new and exciting, feeling his flesh against hers, his massive arms around her slender body. There was such excitement and comfort and passion, sensations she had never felt before, and she mimicked his actions, matching him suckle for suckle because it seemed like the most natural thing to do. She could taste him, his distinct musk and saltiness, and it was exhilarating.
Creed was kissing her so lustfully that he nearly swallowed half her face. She was delectably sweet, like nothing he had ever sampled before, and the fact that she was responding eagerly to him only increased his fervor. She was so small that his arms encircled her torso and then some, and he could feel the swell of her left breast against the palm of his left hand. It was firm and warm. With the figure this woman had, curvaceous and slender in all the right places, having her in his arms only served to excite him more.
The kiss was growing more heated. A bevy of unexpected emotions and sensations were beginning to crop up, seeds of obsession and intimate curiosity that he could not seem to control. Creed was suckling gently on her tongue when a soft knock sounded at the chamber door. Startled, his head came up and they both stared at the door a moment as if unsure they had heard anything at all. But a second knock came shortlythereafter, stronger than the first, and Creed lifted her up and set her on her feet as if she weighed no more than a child. Carington wobbled, giggled, and he smiled in response, putting a finger over his lips to indicate silence. He noticed her face was rather red, her lips glossy-wet from his kiss, and he gently wiped his hand over the lower half of her face to remove all traces of his loss of control. Carington wiped her face with her own hands just to make sure. He could see that her hands were shaking.
“Stay here,” he commanded softly.
She remained still, her emerald eyes following him as he moved across the floor and opened the door. The Lady Anne entered immediately, her eyes wide between Creed and Carington.
“I came to see how our guest is faring,” she said hesitantly to Creed. Then she looked at Carington. “Are you feeling better, my lady?”
Carington nodded slowly. “Aye, m’lady,” she could hardly speak, still reeling from Creed’s wicked mouth. She glanced at him before continuing. “Forgive me for ruining yer sup. I… I dunno what came over me.”
She said the last part purely for Creed’s sake. She really was not sorry and she was fully aware of what came over her. Yet she realized that she wanted to please Creed. But his face was emotionless as Anne moved towards her.
“You are simply exhausted,” Anne said, studying her closely as if to gain a better, more in-depth view of her new charge. “I will put Julia and Kristina in another chamber for tonight. I am sure you will want to rest alone.”
“I dunna wish to displace them, m’lady.”
Anne smiled. “You are not. Enjoy your rest, then.”
Carington nodded, somewhat humbled and uncertain. “Thank ye, m’lady.”
Anne’s dark eyes lingered on her a moment before turning for the chamber door. She was almost out of the room when she paused, turning to Creed as he still stood by the chamber door.
“You did not punish her, did you?”
“Nay, my lady.”
“Good. Go and get her some food and then leave her to rest.”
Creed nodded obediently and watched as Lady Anne swept out into the hall and down the steps. His gaze moved back to Carington, still standing where he had left her. She had not moved.
“What would you like to eat?” he asked quietly.
She shook her head. “Send a servant with it, Creed. Ye need not cater to me.”
“I do not intend to. But I will bring you the meal you were denied.”
Again, she shook her head, moving towards him. “I am not particularly hungry.”
“You have not eaten all day. I would see you eat something before you retire. Please.”
His softly uttered plea cut off her refusal. A faint smile creased her lips as she gazed up at him. “Why are ye so kind to me?”
They were standing a few feet apart but he could feel her heat from where he stood. He found himself staring at her mouth, remembering how her lips tasted. It was horribly unhealthy and he knew it, but at the moment, he did not particularly care.
