She touched his lips with her fingers. “On my lips.”
He obliged her until he could scarce breathe for the fire inside him. “Where else would you have me kiss you?”
“Here,” she said, turning her head so that she bared her neck to him.
Again, he licked and teased her neck. He felt the chills spread over her body, felt her nipples harden even more against his chest.
She made little noises in the back of her throat as he nipped her skin with his teeth.
“Is there any place else you would have me?”
Her face pinkened and she looked away sheepishly.
“Here now,” he said, capturing her chin in his hand and turning her face until she looked up at him. “‘Tis not like my Nora to be timid. You’ve never shirked from talking before.”
Her eyes softened.
Ewan turned serious as he leaned on his arms and met her gaze. “Never be afraid or embarrassed over telling me what you want. So I ask again. Where would you have me, my love?”
She bit her lip and slowly trailed her hand down her body. Ewan watched the path of it, his breath rattling in his chest. It was the most sensuous thing he’d ever seen.
She braced one leg up, spreading herself open to his hungry gaze and touched herself between her legs.
Nora shivered at the hot look Ewan gave her. She still couldn’t believe what she was doing, but there was no shame in her heart.
Only love for the man who was with her.
Ewan kissed his way down her body, slowly, languidly. The touch of his lips on her skin made her burn with fiery need. Who could have imagined a man’s touch could be so pleasurable?
When he took her into his mouth, she cried out.
His hot tongue licked and teased, around and around, stroking and delving. The room spun out of control while she lay there, weak and panting from the ribbons of pleasure that shredded her.
She reached down and took his hand into hers.
Ewan laced his fingers with hers and gave a light squeeze. Nora smiled as her love washed over her. There was truly nothing more sublime than having him like this. Feeling him with her body, holding onto his strong hand.
She looked down to see their entwined hands. Her hands were so pale compared to his. Scars marred his knuckles, and stood out against the darkness of his skin.
She sighed as his thumb stoked her palm in time to his tongue stroking her body.
“Oh Ewan,” she breathed. She lifted his hand up to her lips so that she could kiss his scars.
But she didn’t stop there. She opened her mouth and suckled his fingers one by one, tasting them. Nibbling them.
Ewan looked up, startled by her actions. No woman had ever kissed his hand. No woman had ever given his fingers such lush and warm attention.
But he had to admit that her tongue felt heavenly sliding over his skin, between his fingers.
He crawled up her body and then stared down at her warm and open beneath him.
The sight tore through him.
How he craved her. Needed her.
Her hands released his. Then she trailed them over his chest, his hips, ran them down until she could sheath his hot, rigid shaft.
His body jerked in response.
