Chapter 13
A dark groan rumbled out of Theo as she stroked him through his trousers. Genevieve didn’t have to make another plea as his lips captured hers in a hard kiss. She fell back into the mattress, and he followed her, his hard body warming hers as he pressed her even deeper into the bed.
The heat of his kiss thickened her blood, and she breathed in the subtle smell of bergamot.
Its sharp, citrusy aroma filled her senses, as the faint taste of the ale he’d had at the Fox and Hound still lingered on his tongue as it swirled around hers.
Strong fingers brushed over her thighs as he pushed up her chemise.
Fingers tangling with his, she pulled the thin garment up and over her shoulders.
There was something urgent in the growl that rumbled out of him as he lifted himself up to stare down at her body.
Their gazes met, and the desire darkening his features made her draw in a breath of exhilaration.
This wasn’t the man who’d fought hard not to give in to desire that day in the croft.
The man staring down at her now was the same one who’d claimed her as his that night in the Barrington’s study.
Masterful and commanding, his taut expression said he intended to ensure she knew that she was his and his alone.
Mesmerized by the hunger she saw darkening his eyes, she drew in another ragged breath as he lowered his head to catch one nipple between his lips, then bit down on the sharp peak.
Senses already heightened, her body jerked against his as she cried out with pleasure.
Fingers sliding through his dark blonde hair, she whimpered as his tongue flicked and swirled around the ridged nipple.
Her body arched upward as his mouth teased her emotions into a fevered state.
She shifted her hips against him, and the hard, thick length of him pressed into her naked thigh.
Eager for his possession, she slid her hand between them, reaching for the buttons of his trousers.
Before she could undo more than a button, he roughly pulled her hand away from him.
“No, I intend to take my time with you. I want to make you ache for me until you’re whimpering and pleading with me to appease your hunger.”
The gruff resolve in his voice made her eyes widen as he kissed her breastbone and tended to her other breast while his hand caressed the tender nipple he’d been teasing seconds before.
A pulse of something joyous threaded its way through her blood, and the instant his teeth nipped at her sensitive flesh, another cry of pleasure flew past her lips.
Fire raced through her limbs, driven by the raw euphoria winding its way through every cell in her body.
His mouth left her breast to plant feathery kisses and small nips down to her stomach.
With each light, almost playful caress, her growing need for him rose higher and higher.
It became a tangible pressure building hard and fast inside her belly, then pushed its way downward.
Hard hands slid over her hips as he kissed her inner thigh, while his fingers brushed over the heart of her.
The instant his thumb rubbed across the nub of flesh between her folds, she shuddered against the touch.
Hips rising up off the mattress, she moaned at the ecstasy rolling over her in one wave after another.
A second later, his hands grasped her thighs and pushed her legs apart. Startled, she murmured a soft protest as his touch receded from her sex. Eyelids fluttering open, she raised her head to stare at him in surprise. Desire blazing in his midnight blue eyes, his gaze burned into hers.
“I love the way you taste, sweetheart. I’ve never had anything so sweet against my tongue,” he murmured. There was something wicked blazing in his eyes as he kneaded one of her thighs in a way that made her ache for him. “But I think you’re tangy too, and I want to find out if I’m right.”
Puzzled, she stared at him in bewilderment. Her confusion caused his mouth to quirk upward in a sinful smile. Baffled, she shook her head in bemusement as she watched him slowly lower his head toward her sex.
“What are you—?” She was unable to finish her question as his tongue slid between her wet folds. “Oh dear God.”
The first stroke of his tongue caused her to buck her hips upward as she tried to twist away from the wicked, hedonistic caress.
Powerful hands held her in place, pressing her legs down into the mattress as his mouth sucked and nipped at her flesh.
The instant his teeth abraded the sensitive nub at her core, she released a primal cry of intense gratification.
Colors flashed behind her eyelids as every cell in her body was engulfed in flames.
With each flick of his tongue, he pushed her toward the edge of a precipice that was mind-numbing.
Dear God, she’d never experienced anything so elementally carnal and sinful in her entire life.
Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought this kind of rapture existed.
Heat swirled in her belly, spiraling upward, and as his teeth grazed across the nub between her folds, her body arched up off the bed in a hard jerk.
Hands clutching at the sheets beneath them, the pressure inside her erupted in a rush of intense delight.
Hips writhing and bucking against him, she screamed his name as undulating waves of intoxicating exaltation rolled over her.
The intensity of it bordered on the edge of torment, filling her with a mind-numbing bliss that blinded her to everything except him and the height of euphoria he’d carried her to.
Her back arched in a single shattering moment of delirious passion, she shuddered hard, then tumbled off the peak his wicked caress had driven her to.
Still trembling from the intensity of the most decadent sensation she’d ever experienced, she lay spent on the bed, unable to think clearly.
Her breathing ragged from her tempestuous release, Genevieve’s eyelids fluttered open, and she watched in a daze as Theo left the bed and quickly undressed.
As he tossed his clothes aside and turned to face her, the sight of his erection made her mouth go dry as a new wave of desire swept through her. One hand stretching out to him, she sighed with happiness as he carried it to his lips to kiss the inside of her wrist.
“From your reaction, can I assume you enjoyed that?” There was a teasing note in his voice as his tongue swirled over the rapid pulse in her wrist before he kissed the inside of her palm.
“I never…I…oh, yes,” she whispered. “It was wonderful. Thank you.”
“I’m pleased you enjoyed it,” Theo said quietly, with a note of emotion in his voice that she thought might be tenderness. “Am I wrong in believing I’m the first man who’s put your pleasure ahead of his own?”
“No. You’re not wrong.” At her soft answer, a small smile tipped the corners of his mouth, and he leaned over her, his hard erection brushing across the side of her thigh.
“Good. You deserve to be pleasured until you can’t think straight.
” His blue-eyed gaze slid over her body while his strong, masculine fingers leisurely trailed their way from her throat downward to just above her sex.
She trembled as his finger swirled in a languid motion around her belly button.
“You’re glowing, and it makes you even more beautiful than I’ve ever seen you, mo leannan. ”
There was almost a note of reverence in his voice as he used the Scottish phrase for sweetheart.
She’d heard other male members of the Rockwood family use the endearment with their spouses, but she’d never had a man use it with her.
It made her cheeks burn, and she realized she was blushing.
The sudden shyness flowing through her, another first, she looked away from him and trembled.
His fingers caught her chin, forcing her to look at him.
As their gazes met, something undefinable flashed in his eyes before he lowered his head and kissed her gently.
There was an unspoken emotion in the caress that startled her, and it made her feel warm and happy—protected even.
Her hands cupped his cheeks as she kissed him back.
Ever so slowly the kiss deepened as Theo slid his body over hers.
The warmth and weight of him wasn’t just pleasant, it felt right.
Anticipation rose inside her as his hand slid between them.
In the next breath, his thumb rubbed against the nub between her folds, and she moaned at the sensation, while his mouth caressed her cheek, working its way down along the side of her neck. Heat skimmed over her entire body, causing her to shudder as he rubbed her sensitive flesh.
Dear God in heaven, everything this man did to her made feel as if she were coming apart in the most exquisite way she could have ever imagined.
With every touch, he unknowingly destroyed a small piece of her past. In his arms, she wasn’t a plaything, she was a woman worthy of being pleasured in the most wonderful way possible.
The light touch of his fingers at the core of her made her gasp.
The small sound became a sharp inhalation of fierce delight as he slid two fingers into her, finding a spot inside her that threatened to make her jump out of her skin.
A cry of delight poured out of her from the intimate caress, and her hips jerked up into his body.
Once more his fingers touched a point inside her that dragged her to the edge of something intense and visceral.
“Oh, please,” she sobbed as he continued his gentle, yet erotic, assault on her body.
“Please what, mo leannan? Tell me what you want.”
“More, oh dear God, I want more.”
“More of this?”