Page 63 of The Dragon Laird’s Obsession

Her hips lifted in small, involuntary movements, chasing the building tension. Gordon’s hands held her steady, thumbs stroking the outside of her thighs in soothing circles even as his mouth worked with focused patience.

Ailis’ head tipped back against the settee as she cried out again and shivered with pleasure. Heat swirled in the pit of her stomach, flushing her skin and making something tingle between her legs. She did not know this feeling, yet she reveled in it.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, the laces of her bodice now loose enough that the fabric gaped open, exposing more of her to the cool air and his gaze.

Gordon paused only long enough to look up at her, his eyes dark with intent. Then he lowered his head again, this time easing the last layer of cloth aside with careful fingers.

The direct touch of his tongue made her gasp. Ailis’ back arched sharply, a tremor running from her core outward until her toes curled.

He licked slowly and deliberately, tracing every sensitive fold before focusing on the small, swollen point that made her cry out softly.

Her hands left her skirts to find his hair, fingers threading through the dark strands, not pushing, simply holding as the pleasure built. Each pass of his tongue sent waves of heat through her. She felt herself growing wetter, the slickness making every movement smoother, more intense.

Her thighs quivered around his shoulders. Her breath came in short, broken sounds she barely recognized as her own.

“Ach,” she breathed out, not knowing what to say as her thighs quivered and her head thrashed from side to side.

Ailis felt a clenching in her stomach as another strange heat swept through her. This one made her tingle… it made her toes curl, and she felt heated up in ways she had never felt before.

Gordon’s hands slid higher, one resting on her lower belly, the other cupping her breast through the open bodice. His thumb brushed over her nipple, and the dual sensations made her hips buck. She felt the pressure inside her winding tighter, a coil of need that grew with every stroke of his tongue.

Her legs trembled harder now. She could feel the muscles in her stomach fluttering, the way her inner walls clenched around nothing, aching to be filled. Gordon seemed to sense it. He pressed his tongue flat against her then sucked gently on the sensitive peak, and the tension inside her snapped.

Pleasure rushed through her in a sudden, overwhelming wave. Her back bowed off the furs, a broken cry leaving her throat as her thighs clamped around his head.

She felt every pulse of release, her body fluttering and shaking, the warmth spreading outward until her fingers and toes tingled.

It was all breathtaking.

Her chest heaved with every breath and the dampness between her thighs increased. Gordon eased her through it with slower, gentler licks, drawing out the aftershocks until she lay limp and trembling.

When he lifted his head to look at her, she felt her cheeks burn, and her breathing still came out labored as she looked at him.

Gordon’s gaze fastened onto hers for a second then he pulled down her skirts, covering her legs as he withdrew.

A chill suddenly replaced the parts of her his touch had warmed earlier, and Ailis pushed herself up, a turmoil stirring inside her because her legs felt too numb to move.

“What is this feelin’?” she asked, her voice breathless and her entire body still aflame from his touch.

“Gordon…” His name died on her lips as he turned away from her, his frame set in that rigid line that told Ailis what was about to happen.

He stormed from the chamber, leaving the door to swing shut behind him, and Ailis was left alone with the ache he had left in her.

The confusion was becoming unbearable.

Ailis had spent the better part of the morning trying to understand Gordon.

She failed every time.

She folded a blanket, unfolded it again, then stood staring through the narrow window of her chamber without seeing the hills beyond.

How could he do that? How could he touch me as though I were somethin’ precious? Look at me as though I were the only woman in the world?

Kiss me with such achin’ tenderness… Only to leave.

Nay, nae merely leave. Flee! As though I were dangerous.

Ailis pressed her fingertips against her lips. She could still remember the warmth of his mouth, the roughness of his whisper as he pleasured her. He had sounded almost desperate.