Saints have mercy on his soul. Whatever was he going to do?
Push her away.
He’d sooner die, and yet he knew that he would have to leave her.
Don’t think about it.
Nay, he wouldn’t. He would just savor the moment and the woman. Live it without thought of tomorrow. Right now, there was just the two of them and he wouldn’t let anyone, not even himself, separate what they were sharing.
Maggie reveled in the sounds of Braden’s moans and growls filling her ears. She should probably be embarrassed by her actions, but she had made her mind up. If she were going to do this, then she was going to do it completely and without reservation.
Before this day ended, she wanted to know him from the top of his head, all the way down to his toes.
That thought foremost in her mind, she dipped her mouth to the flesh of his hipbone. Braden sucked his breath in sharply between his teeth as he quivered beneath her.
Maggie laughed in her throat as she continued her relentless exploration of him.
Who would have thought that such a brave, strong man could be laid low by a simple caress?
That knowledge gave her power and excited her all the more.
He was hers.
Braden buried his hand in her hair as he fought the urge to take control of the situation. He would have his chance to fill her shortly. For the moment, he would content himself with letting her have her way with him.
But it was hard. And getting harder by the minute.
She moved her hand again to cup the pulsing ache between his legs. And then to his utter amazement, she moved her head and took him full into her mouth.
Braden shook all over as her tongue toyed with him. He hissed as he stared in awe of her auburn head buried between his thighs.
She had no idea what that sight did to him. Her selflessness, her giving. She wasn’t just taking pleasure from him like his other lovers. She was sharing the moment with him in a way no one ever had before.
And he loved her for it.
Unable to stand anymore, he had to touch her. To taste her.
Maggie looked up as Braden shifted his body. “Braden?”
He flashed a dimpled smile as he stretched out beside her with his head toward her feet. He positioned his hips even with her head.
“Don’t stop,” he said, his eyes warm and wicked.
Before she could respond, he nudged her thighs apart and buried his lips against her.
Maggie closed her eyes and moaned at the feel of his tongue delving deep inside her.
Oh, it was incredulous. Never had she experienced such unbridled pleasure. Wanting to feel more, she opened her legs wider. He took her invitation.
She bit her lip and groaned deep in her throat, then returned to the tender ministrations she had been giving him.
The mutualness of it touched her profoundly. This equal sharing, equal giving. It was splendid. Heavenly.
And if they survived the MacDouglas, she was going to find some way to keep this man with her. No matter what it took.
She was a fighter. Would always be a fighter and she wouldn’t give up on Braden. Never. Not until he belonged to her both heart and soul.
Braden’s head spun as he again felt her mouth and tongue close around him. He cupped her hips to him as he ran his tongue over her and felt her shiver in his arms.
