"Mmm." He captured her hard nipple and suckled at it as if famished. Shocks of arousal blasted through her. She locked her leg over his, wishing they were both naked.
She buried her hands in his damp hair, then kissed his head, inhaling his scent of lavender soap mixed with his own masculine essence.
Abruptly he drew back. "Sit up and take this off." He tugged at the linen smock and wrap.
When she did, he tossed them aside, then locked his eyes on her. "Don't move."
"What?"
"Sit just like that. I want to look at you." Reverently, his dark gaze trailed down over her naked body and she became aware she sat with her legs spread. Feeling suddenly shy, she tried to press them together.
He shook his head and crawled over her. "You are a goddess… a Venus. And I want to kiss every inch of you." He pressed his lips to hers, then trailed them down her neck. She lay back, enjoying the shivers that shattered throughout her body in the wake of his lips placing wee kisses along her throat and chest. Slowly and deliberately, he teased her nipples into hard peaks, licking at them, suckling them, cradling her full breasts within his hands.
Oh, how she wanted him. She gathered his linen shirt into her fists and tugged, needing the wretched garment off him so she could stroke his warm skin and granite muscles.
After pulling back, he disposed of his clothes, and within seconds returned to lavishing her body with kisses and love bites. She could do naught but arch her back, moan, and demand that he speed up.
"Rebbie, I want you," she whispered. "Now."
"Aye, but you must be patient. There's something I want first."
"What?" Anything. She just wished he would hurry and take her. Not only did she love him, mind, heart and soul, she feared she was addicted to his body and the pleasure it elicited from her.
Watching her with those dark and wicked eyes, he flicked his tongue into her navel. She sucked in a hissing breath at that new and unfamiliar sensation. But to her surprise, he moved lower still, pressing his lips to her belly.
"Rebbie, what are you about? I want—"
When he kissed hermons, she was shocked speechless. Unable to guess at his intent, she watched as he pushed her legs apart, crawled between and pressed his lips to her most intimate spot.
A jolt of astonishment and arousal shook her. She gasped. "Rebbie?"
"Shh."
Oh heavens!His warm breath against her, heating her skin… and his wet, velvety tongue, stroking. Her back arched and she offered herself for whatever sinful pleasure he wished to indulge her in. He licked and suckled at her in ways she'd never imagined. She couldn't believe it. Was this truly what lovers did in the dark of night? He spread her legs wide and feasted upon her.
Trying to keep herself from screaming out in pleasure, she buried her face into his pillow.
That mysterious and devastating ecstasy that only Rebbie could wreak upon her body crashed in upon her suddenly and without warning. She cried out against the pillow, and her body twisted, bowing toward him, seeking more.
He muttered curses, abruptly rose up onto his knees and joined his body with hers.
"Aye," she gasped.'Twasthe best feeling in the world, Rebbie driving himself into her, hard and fast.
After a long moment, he paused deep inside, leaned forward and suckled at her nipples once again. Her muscles squeezed him and he growled.
Giving her a raw and sensual look, he moved up and kissed her lips. "Calla." Jaw clenched, he looked tormented of a sudden, as if he wanted to say something. But he didn't.
Looking into her eyes, kissing her, he started moving again, plunging to her depths, until he appeared near mindless. The devastating pleasure claimed her again, and he rode it out like a fierce gale storm. Finally, with a growl, he thrust deep and poured into her.
***
Moments later, Calla pressed her forehead againstRebbie'schest as they rested. She wondered if he'd been about to say something to her, or if she'd only imagined it. She did not know what in blazes she was doing, making love to him. He could easily get her with child again… and then what? The future held too much uncertainty, and she held too little of the power in it.
He kissed the top of her head, then pulled back to peer into her face, his dark gaze delving. "Are you well?"
"Aye." She forced a smile.
"You're thinking too much. You always think too much."
