Sheneededto feel more of him.
Arthur wrenched his head back, giving her a smirk.
“We’ll get back to that in just a moment.” He grinned, letting go of her legs so they fell to the ground.
To her surprise, it was grass beneath her toes, not sand. Marissa blinked, looking around them and realizing he’d walked them farther than she’d thought.
Looking at the ground, she realized why Arthur had brought her to this exact location. The blanket that he’d brought with them was sitting atop the grass.
He bent, grabbing a hold of the edges and spreading it out. Marissa couldn’t take her eyes off him as his muscles flexed and bulged as he readied them a spot.
When the blanket was laid out, his gaze turned back to her. Even in the darkness, she could make out the heated glimmer in his eyes.
He stalked toward her, immediately crashing into her once more as their lips collided. They moved, the kiss deepening into something primal as he bent, slowly guiding her down to the blanket.
They fell into each other, him pressing himself between her thighs as they continued kissing. His hands began to roam, tracing the lines of her body in a way that was so enticing, making her back arch.
She was filled with a need she had never experienced before. She felt mad with it. Drunk on it. She didn’t know how to satiate it.
Arthur broke their kiss, staring down into her face as his fingertips toyed with her nipples. She moaned, pressing her breasts up into his capable hands, a plea for more falling from her lips.
“Patience,” Arthur growled, before bowing his head and kissing her again.
He started with her lips, then his mouth traced along her jawline and down the column of her throat. Her breath caught as he continued his journey, kissing down the valley between her breasts.
He went lower still. The fabric of her dress was between them, but even with that, she felt like his touch might drive her mad. She squirmed beneath him, not knowing what to do with all this sudden needy energy. She felt like she might explode.
“Ye can tell me to stop at any time,” Arthur said.
She didn’t respond. Her brain was barely working, focusing on only one thing, even though she didn’t entirely know what that thing was. All she knew was that she needed release. Otherwise, she might catch fire.
“Do ye hear me, kitten?” Arthur’s voice had taken on a commanding note, and he’d stopped his trail of kisses along her body.
Marissa glanced down at him, finding him staring at her intently.
“Ye can tell me to stop at any time,” Arthur repeated seriously. “I need to make sure that ye understand.”
“I understand,” Marissa panted, the words barely more than a breathy moan.
But Arthur heard them all the same. Feral delight lit up his face as he lowered his mouth back to her body. His hands traced down her legs, slowly tugging up the wet fabric of her dress and her chemise, exposing all of her most delicate parts to the stars and him.
She heard his breath catch.
“Christ, ye’re perfect,” he murmured.
Marissa thought he was talking more to himself than to her.
That served her well though, because that meant he wasn’t expecting a reply. And her brain could not form one at the moment. Not as his hands trailed back up her legs.
His fingertips danced along her flesh, causing it to break out in goosebumps. They stopped at the apex of her thighs, and she felt the soft caress as he stroked the downy hair that rested there.
“So perfect.”
His voice was reverent, as if the words he’d spoken had been a prayer. She didn’t have time to think before he dipped his head.
His mouth came down to kiss her most delicate parts. His tongue darted out to lap at her, parting her.
She gasped. The feeling was unlike anything she had experienced before. Her hips bucked off the blanket, rising to meet him before she’d given it so much as a second thought.
