Chapter 10 #2
Her soft voice cleared his head enough to look away from her.
He saw a large cloth lying on the armchair behind him.
It looked more like a sheet to him, but turning to hold it out to her made him freeze, his breath catching as she stepped from the tub and faced him.
For once, she wasn’t blushing as she looked at him, but he was pretty sure he was as he stared at her.
Breasts that were a perfect handful met his hungry gaze, her nipples a soft pink and pebbled hard.
His eyes lowered to her taunt stomach, then to the thatch of curls at the apex of her legs.
His body felt as if lightning had struck him as he stood there staring at her, and he was in front of her in two steps.
The drying cloth forgotten, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against his body and kissed her, their teeth crashing together before his tongue dipped into her mouth.
Her arms came up around his neck, her hold on him tight as she kissed him back, her fingers threading through his hair as she held him to her.
He ran his hands down her back to palm her bottom, pulling her body flush against his own, and knew she had to feel his erection, but it was hard not to react to her like this. He’d been dreaming of her since the moment he saw her, and now that she was in his arms, warm and naked, he was lost.
Despite the challenges life threw at her, Daisy was bold and so beautiful she made him ache just looking at her.
He knew he didn’t deserve her attention, let alone her kisses, but her trust in him as she bared her body to his hungry gaze humbled him.
He loved this woman beyond reason, and if her actions at the moment were any indication, maybe she loved him back.
She broke the kiss with a gasp, her breath panting out as she looked up at him with swollen lips, her eyes glistening in the firelight.
Lowering her arms, he felt the loss of her when she moved away from him, but she didn’t go far.
His fiery gaze roamed the length of her body, looking his fill before she reached for one of his arms, pulling his hand from her bottom, and instead of pushing him away, she brought it up to her breast.
The heat of her skin nearly scorched him, her puckered nipple like a brand against his palm.
It was perfect. He gave the rounded mound of flesh a light squeeze before his thumb brushed her pebbled nipple.
Her eyes fluttered closed, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth as he lifted his other hand, cupping her other breast.
He thumbed her nipples until she made a small sound in the back of her throat, his name whispered in the stillness.
She looked him in the eyes before leaning up on her toes to kiss him again.
He grabbed her right leg, dragging it up his thigh, running his hand down the length of it before cupping her bottom in his palm.
She moaned and ground her hips against his own.
He wasn’t sure what had gotten into her or why she was acting like this, and wondered if Callie had spiked her coffee while he’d been gone.
No, he didn’t taste whiskey on her tongue.
She was as sweet as she always was, so this was something else.
This was her, wanting him, and he’d make sure she had no doubt he wanted her in return.
He let go of her leg and turned her, backing her up the two steps to the armchair, kissing her as he guided her down to sit.
He fell to his knees in front of her, her legs parting just enough for him to slide between them, and when he broke the kiss, looking down at her, he tried to calculate in his head how long it would take to get that ring from the mercantile.
Her hips were wide compared to her tiny waist. He slid his palms up the length of her thighs, and her body shuddered.
Her skin was soft as silk against his hands.
His fingers danced over her stomach, her breath catching as he cupped the underside of her breast. With a look up at her, he caught her eyes and leaned forward, licking her right nipple before taking it into his mouth.
Her breath hitched, the sound she made loud enough for Liam to hear if he was still awake.
He lifted his head and put a finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet.
She nodded and almost succeeded as he sucked her nipple back into his mouth.
He flicked it with his tongue, and her back arched, pushing her breasts closer to him.
Her breath came in short pants as he kissed, licked, and sucked her nipple.
Her mouth was open, her eyes riveted to him when he looked up at her.
He switched to the other, palming the one he’d given so much attention to, his thumb stroking her nipple as he sucked the other one into his mouth.
He never took his eyes from her face, and her legs moved restlessly against his side.
Threading her fingers through his hair, she held his head to her.
He inhaled a deep breath, the scent of her arousal strong, and lifted his head long minutes later, sitting up to grab her hips.
He looked down the length of her body. The wet curls between her thighs made his mouth water to taste her, so he pulled her bottom to the edge of the chair before spreading her legs wider.
He met her gaze and mouthed the words, “Tell me to stop.” He placed a small kiss over her heart and said it again when she didn't reply, and yet again before placing a kiss above her navel.
He repeated the phrase as he kissed his way down her body to make sure she understood what he was saying, and his heart raced when the tight curls covering her sex tickled his chin. and she shook her head, no.
She’d kill him if he stopped.
Daisy's heart felt ready to beat out of her chest it pounded so fast. She had no idea what he was about to do, but stopping him was the furthest thing from her mind as he stared between her legs.
A small voice in the back of her head told her they shouldn’t be doing this, but the devil on her shoulder kept her tongue firmly in place. His hungry gaze was devouring her body, eating up every inch of her flesh, and she’d never felt so beautiful as she did when he looked at her.
He lowered his head further, and the ache between her legs throbbed.
It was short-lived. In the next instant, he was there, his thumbs spreading her open before he licked up the length of her.
She gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.
Her eyes rolled back as he licked and kissed between her legs.
She’d touched herself more than once, but it had never felt like this.
The heat of his tongue, the wet slide of it against her flesh, had her rolling her hips.
When he sucked her clit into his mouth, her legs shook.
She dug her free hand into his hair to hold him in place as she ground herself against his mouth, her hips rolling in circles, chasing the friction.
It was wanton and wrong and felt so sinfully good; she didn’t care about anything other than what he was doing to her.
She’d had a vague inclination of what went on behind closed doors between a man and a woman, but she’d never imagined this.
The intimate kisses he was placing between her legs were stealing her breath, and she never wanted him to stop.
He palmed her breasts as he licked her, his eyes lifting to meet her own.
Seeing him there, between her legs like that, looking at her, she wondered if one could die of pleasure.
It was amazing, this feeling. Her body was on fire, her toes curled in the rug under her feet, and the sensations Clay was causing in her body were so intense, she never wanted it to end.
His tongue circled her entrance a moment before he lowered his hand.
He never took his eyes off of her as he touched her, his finger mimicking what his tongue had just done, and when he inserted his finger into her, she forgot to breathe.
The sensation made her gasp as he pulled it out, then back in again.
All the while, he sucked on her clit, his tongue flicking the small bundle of nerves back and forth.
He inserted another finger, stretching her.
The slight pinch of pain it caused was chased away in an instant.
He loved her with his mouth and fingers, and at the first signs of her impending climax, she clamped both hands over her mouth, her breath coming in harsh pants.
Clay sucked on her clit hard, his fingers inside her curling, and her world exploded as fire shot through her limbs.
She trembled as waves of pleasure rippled through her body, her hips moving against his mouth as she rode his hand.
Her entire body was convulsing as he continued his assault on her, and she hoped she wasn’t screaming.
When the pleasure became too much, she tried to push his head away, but all he did was release her clit and kiss her sensitive flesh.
She felt his fingers pull away from her, but the soft touches remained, his lips peppering small kisses to the inside of her thighs until her heart stopped racing.
The moment he lifted his head, she felt the loss of him like a living thing.
He stared at her for a long moment, his eyes roaming every inch of her body before he lifted them to her face.
His lips were wet with moisture from where he’d had his head buried between her legs, and she should have been embarrassed by it, but some wanton part of her loved seeing it.
He licked his lips before turning to grab one of the blankets on the end of the sofa.
He opened it, covering her body before standing.
Her eyes were so heavy now. She blinked slowly as he unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off when he reached the last one.
Fading bruises marred his skin from where the bandits had kicked him, bruises of mottled blue and yellow covering his entire left side.
Their eyes met when he reached for the button on his pants. She couldn’t look away as he continued to undress, and the moment his hardened length sprang free, she stared at it unabashedly.
Her body was cooling now, her breaths more regular. He turned when he was completely naked and stepped into the tub. He was facing her, watching her as he soaped up his body, and she smiled before closing her eyes.
She didn’t know what he was about to do to her when he finished his bath, but the promise in his eyes had her anticipating the moment he came to her. What had started as a bold move to let him see her turned into something so much more, and she could hardly wait to see where all this led.