Chapter 11 #3
“And your mum? She feels the same?”
“My mum is an angel of a woman who somehow manages to put up with my father. She is the light, the sun, and everyone revolves around her.”
“What did she say about you leaving?”
“She misses me, but she’s proud of me. She thinks I need to do this, but she won’t say that in front of my father.”
“Ah.” I reached out and squeezed his arm. “Sounds like a good woman.”
“The best.” Luch covered my hand with his own. Then his hand circled my wrist and I gasped as he pulled me quickly to sprawl on top of his body. The strength of this man was mind-blowing.
“Luch!” I gasped, laughing down at him, as Oban gave an indignant huff and stalked off through the flowers. “What are you doing?”
“I want to kiss you again, Faelan of the flowers. Will you let me?”
How was I supposed to let this man kiss me when I’d just learned his entire family hated healers? It wasn’t fair, to either of us, to take this a step further, but when he reached up and cupped the back of my neck, and pulled my head closer, I succumbed.
I didn’t usually give in to my weaknesses, but Luch’s kisses were terribly addictive, his body was rock hard under mine, which—naturally—made me think all sorts of dirty thoughts, and bloody hell, but I just wanted this moment to never stop.
It had been ages since I’d let myself have any sort of fun, let alone go on a date, and my body was already responding to every unmet need I’d denied myself.
When his other hand wrapped around me, cupping my bum and pulling me hard against where he very obviously wanted me, I rocked into him as he caught my mouth in a searing kiss.
Everything faded behind us, and all I could do was feel. A long pull of liquid lust went through as I shifted, straddling my legs around him, and tilted my hips forward.
“Och, lass, that’s just it, right there.
” Luch’s voice rasped against my lips, his tongue hot against mine.
Shamelessly, I rubbed myself against him, rocking back and forth, loving the heat that spiraled inside of me.
I’d been craving a man’s touch for so long now, and between his mouth, hot at my neck and trailing his tongue along the edge of my jumper, and his hand rubbing fast circles over my bum, dots of desire danced across my vision.
I couldn’t believe how close I was to tipping over into an orgasm.
It shouldn’t be this easy.
I shouldn’t be responding this fast to a man.
But something about the open air, the flowers spread around us, his tongue slick against mine, was causing desire to spear through me. When he slid a hand to the edge of my jumper, and toyed at the waistband, I nodded against his mouth.
“Yes, och, please, yes.” I wanted his hands on me.
He slipped a hand beneath my jumper, cupping a breast, and thumbed a nipple into a perfect peak as I rode against him, the spiral going higher, higher, higher. When he tilted his head, angling his kiss deeper, and pinched me at the same time, I came apart.
I simply came apart.
Crying into his mouth, I rocked around him, my orgasm tipping over the edge and flooding waves of liquid pleasure through my body until I shook with it.
And Luch?
He laughed.
He laughed into my mouth, kissing me softly as he wrapped both arms around me, pulling me tight to him in a hug. I felt cradled and safe, protected from the world outside, as he continued to chuckle.
“Bloody hell, Faelan. But you’re fucking glorious. I’m going to have dirty dreams about that for a week.”
“Och, wheesht, Luch.” I buried my face in his shirt, embarrassed about how responsive I was to his kiss. I’d gone off like a rocket, basically.
“I’m serious. That was sexy as hell. You’re amazing. Simply amazing.”
Looking up, I realized he was serious, and I had to look away. What about when he finds out who I really am?
Then he’d hate me forever.
The thought alone was like dumping a bucket of cold water over my head and I eased back, needing to put some space between us. How would I gracefully make my way out of this without hurting his feelings?
For once in my life, I was pleased when the first fat drops of rain hit the back of my head. In seconds, the skies opened up. Luch packed up the remains of the picnic, scooped Oban up, cradling him close, and we hustled back to the car.
Saving the awkward conversation for another day, I begged off any more time with Luch by explaining I was freezing, and exhausted from work. When he dropped me off, saying goodbye with another searing kiss, I ran inside and slammed the door behind me, my heart pounding in my chest.
How? How had he made me come so effortlessly? How had Luch’s touch, his kisses, his reverence made me hotter than I’d ever felt before? And why had I finally found someone I felt so connected to when he couldn’t be mine?
Because no matter what I felt, the reality was, I couldn’t take this situation—I refused to call it a relationship—with Luch a step further.
He is so utterly dangerous for my soul … and possibly my heart. And I simply hated the fact that I knew, deep in my bones, by my own feelings or his potential actions, this man was going to hurt me.