He left her lips to trail slow, scorching kisses over her cheek to her neck where he teased her flesh with his tongue. Maggie hissed at the sensation as chills spread all through her. She reeled from the feelings inside her that coalesced into something indescribable. And it was Braden, her Braden who was making her feel this way.
Her breasts swelled and ached as the deep, painful throb became even more demanding than before.
In that instant, she wanted him. Wanted him as she always had.
How many nights had she lain awake, clutching her pillow to her, pretending it was Braden she held?
Not even her best dream could compare to this reality. She was really here and Braden was finally holding her in a true lover’s embrace.
He loosened the laces of her shirt, then buried his lips against the column of her throat as he worked on the piece of linen she had binding her breasts down tightly to her chest.
Her body on fire, Maggie swallowed as she ran her hands through the black silken strands of his hair.
Braden pushed the linen down and she shook as the cool air caressed her hot skin.
“So very sweet,” he breathed, moving his right hand lower, and lower until he seized her taut breast.
She cried out in pleasure as he teased the tip, then parted her tunic to where he could replace his hand with his hot, sleek mouth.
Maggie knew she should push him away, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not after all the years she had dreamed of having him, of holding him just like this.
In fact, she could say nothing at all, only feel. Feel his breath scorching her, feel his hand and lips teasing her flesh as his delectable weight pressed her down.
Braden inhaled the sweet floral scent of her as he teased her taut nipple with his tongue. His head dizzy, he could think of nothing save her. She filled him with need and wonder, with a strange peaceful feeling that defied his ability to name.
And he wanted to taste more of her.
Pushing back the saffron shirt, he licked his way toward her other breast, and thought of other places he intended to taste before he was through with her.
Aye, she would be branded on all his senses before the day was through, and he would claim her as no man had ever claimed her before.
And take her in more ways than she could imagine. He wouldn’t stop until she was weak from his touch, drained and spent in his arms.
Only then would he have mercy on her. And on himself.
Maggie sighed in pleasure as he ran his hand down between their bodies. It was so incredible, she thought, amazed by the sensations flooding her. She felt consumed by fire. His hand skimmed over the curve of her hip, to touch the flesh of her thigh. Instinctively, she arched her body toward his hand, as she delighted in the feel of his skin against hers. She wanted more.
Needed more.
He returned to claim her lips with his own.
Maggie buried her hands in his hair while his hand moved to her inner thigh, skimming up higher and higher until he touched the delicious ache between her legs.
She jerked in surprise as he touched her where no one had ever touched her before.
Was he supposed to do that?
And yet it felt so deliciously wonderful.
His tongue toyed with her mouth, matching the rhythm of his fingers as they slid around the center of her body, teasing her, stroking her until she was ready to scream.
And then suddenly, she felt him deftly slide a finger inside her body. She moaned deep in her throat as she instinctively lifted her hips to draw his hand in deeper.
Never in her life had she felt the like. Clenching her teeth, she bucked her hips against his hand, wanting more. Needing more. Craving more.
Braden wanted to roar in triumph. He had her right where he wanted her and she was his for the asking.
Deepening his kiss, he continued to toy mercilessly with the tiny nub of her, taking delight in her pleasurable moans.
