His hands resumed their movement, slower now, more deliberate, as though he were savoring every reaction he drew from her.
“Good,” he murmured, his voice roughening, “for I’ve nae wish to pretend otherwise any longer.”
Her breath caught again, her heart pounding so loudly she was certain he must hear it.
“Then tell me,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, “what is this, if nae a mistake?”
He stilled once more, his hands resting lightly against her, his gaze locking with hers in a way that stole the breath from her lungs. For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then, quietly, he said, “I daenae plan on bedding ye this night, lass. I only wish to pleasure ye for a short while.”
Her brow furrowed slightly, frustration flickering through the haze of sensation.
“Pleasure? But how?” she murmured.
A faint, almost rueful smile touched his lips. “Aye,” he said softly, “ye will see.”
Eloise watched him, as he lowered his head onto her chest. He kissed her breasts, then moved lower and lower over her belly until he was between her thighs. Her chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath, her thoughts were tangled and uncertain.
I should be angry. I should push him away and stop this madness.
Yet all she could feel was the warmth of his hands, the nearness of him, the way her body seemed to respond to him without her permission. He pushed her chemise up to her waist.
He groaned at the sight of her naked body. She felt vulnerable yet thrilling at once.
“Ye are a dangerous man,” she said quietly.
His expression softened just slightly, though the intensity remained.
“Aye, I am,” he admitted, “and ye are a dangerous woman.”
Then he hungrily kissed the inside of her thighs. She gasped in response.
What does he mean to do?
She quickly got her answer as she felt his mouth move over her soft mound of curls between her thighs.
“Oh, James,” she gasped.
“I thought I commanded ye to obey me. To trust me,” he said looking up at her.
She nodded her head, yes. And then leaned back and gave him complete control.
She felt his tongue press against her pearl. She shivered. This feeling was new to her. It was unlike anything she expected. He pressed again, then kissed, then licked. All in a rhythm that made a light pulse start to brew deep within her.
“Oh, James,” she moaned.
With that moan she felt James move faster, his tongue skillfully tickling her rosebud. She writhed on the bed, feeling the loss of control.
“What is happening to me?” she whispered.
“What I promised, pleasure,” he said.
The pulsing deep inside of her grew until it exploded into a release. A tremor tore through every inch of her body. She felt the throbbing between her thighs.
“Oh! Oh! James!” she shouted.
“Aye, that's it, lass. Let go for me,” he groaned.
