Curled around the upper cross was an emerald dragon of the finest quality she’d ever seen, the wings wrapped around its body like a royal cape, as the head lay resting upon the center of the cross.
His brows narrowed. “What?”
Intrigued, she sat up. “Never have I seen such fine work, or a dragon paired with the church’s most powerful symbol.”
“’Twas done years ago.”
“Where?”
“Far away.”
Undeterred by his vague answer or lack of interest, Gwendolynleaned closer.
“What are you doing?” he snapped.
She glanced to where her breast grazed his chest, and if she leaned but a whisper closer, her lips would be on his. “I wanted to geta closer look.”
A hard frown edged across his mouth.
Breathless, she forced her gaze to his shoulder.
Without warning, her husband caught her arms. “God’s sword, lie down!”
“If I do, I will find myself distracted,” she said, remembering their discussion of moments before. “Is one simple kiss toolittle to ask?”
He released a frustrated sigh. “Then will you go to sleep?”
“Aye, but this time, you have tokiss me back.”
He shot her a dark scowl. “I should ignoreyour request.”
“But you willna,” she said, empowered that he hadn’t set her away.
“Nay.”
Without warning, he shifted, rolling her beneath his powerful body, his hard length pressed against her thigh. The fierceness of his expressiondelighted her.
“You demand much,” he softly warned, “when I have stated my intent.”
Far from intimidated, she arched against him, savored the intimate pressure and how his eyes narrowed with a combination of frustration and lust. “Then there is naught to be worried about in ourgoing too far.”
“Fine, then,” Bróccín hissed. On an oath, his mouth skimmed across her lips, teasing, moving with soft seduction until she moaned. He lifted his head, held her gaze, his own intense. “Say you want me.”
Blood pounding hot, excited by his assenting, what she wanted him to do to her this night screaming through her mind, Gwendolyn angled her head to give him greater access. “Aye,” she rasped, “I want you.”
His mouth covered hers, slow, savoring, as his tongue tangled with hers. As if a prayer answered, his hand cupped her breast and then stroked her nipple untilshe shuddered.
Like a man possessed, he edged down, took her nipple between hislips, suckled.
Her body on fire, on a moan she tried to rub against his hardness, but he rolled to her side and drew her firmly against him. “Whatare you doing?”
“You asked for a kiss but you didna say where. ’Tis done. Now go to sleep.”
Stunned, she stared at him with anguished need. “You canna kiss me like thatand then stop.”
“I can and I did.” He grunted. “At least we will both suffer this night.”
Chapter 11
