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How odd that these thoughts went through her mind, yet they did.
His hips met hers in a slow grind. Very male.
As he kissed her, his tongue played inside her mouth, at times licking and at others, thrusting. She melted against him, which caused his arms to tighten a little more. Her breasts pushed against his chest as though searching for a way to get closer.
He must have read her mind. “I want your clothes off.”
“Same here.” He released her. But instead of letting him go, she planted her hands on his shoulders then smoothed her palms down his muscled chest. The leather of his Guardsman coat was soft beneath her fingers.
Without giving it much thought she began undressing him. If it crossed her mind that maybe he wanted to take her to his bedroom, she really didn’t care. This time belonged to her, no matter what the future held.
The Guardsman coat was a simple matter. The garment had a heavy hook at the waist which she undid with a quick flip of her fingers. He wasn’t wearing the traditional Guardsman shirt, either, so when she pushed the sleeveless coat over his shoulders, his chest was fully exposed.
He didn’t try to catch the coat, but let it fall to the wood floor behind him.
Though he was breathing hard, he made no move to engage her. He must have understood what she needed. She’d been hungry for a man for so long that she had to take her time right now, had to savor, had to feel. She might have been with him as Aralynn and in a wild state after the Wild Boar, but not truly just as Rosamunde.
She ran her hands down his chest and let her fingers trace each of the unique tattoos. Most were designs without words, a lot of swirls that ended in knife-like points. But among these swirls were his thick, muscled pecs and tight nipples.
A growl formed in her throat, something more wolf than fae. But she let it roll as she surrounded his left pec with her mouth and sucked.
She heard him groan and his hands found the front of her vest. “I love that you’re not wearing a bra.”
“Unh,” came out of her throat as she suckled.
Despite that she was sticking to her enjoyment of his pecs, he found a way to work free the few buttons of her vest until it fell open.
He bent over her as she suckled, in or
der to reach her breasts with his hands. The angle must have been awkward, but he made it work and her hips writhed as he fondled her, turning her nipples into firm beads.
Shivers chased down her neck and shoulders. Her hands kept moving over his corded arms. He had a warrior’s lean physique and every muscle stood out as though a sculptor had personally crafted his body.
When she shifted to take his other nipple in her mouth and used both her hands to shape his pec, his body rolled beneath hers and heavy groans left his throat. He moved slightly to surround her with his arms.
As desire flowed more and more heavily, her knees weakened and she found herself sliding her lips down his body. His riverbed scent had her nostrils flaring, trying to take in as much as she could. She kissed along the ripples of his abdomen until she reached the waistband of his leathers. His hands were in her hair and on her shoulders, then back and forth.
“Sweet Goddess, Rosamunde.”
She worked his zipper carefully, revealing the manliest part of him. Tugging his pants below his hips, she licked a slow line from the base of his cock all the way up.
She took the tip of him in her mouth and sucked. His breathing turned ragged as her lips pulled on his crown.
How her body ached. She needed him inside her yet she loved having him in her mouth. She wanted to keep him there.
But his movements became erratic so that she had to draw away. She leaned back on her knees, looking up at him.
With his boots still on, he pulled his pants back up. He lifted her to her feet then made his way to sit on an ottoman in front of the sofa.
He worked at his boots, but she saw that he was struggling since his gaze was fixed on her breasts. She thought she understood why. As Rosamunde, for whatever reason, her breasts were bigger than Aralynn’s.
She smiled as she levitated in his direction. She dropped once more to her knees then went to his aid and got both his boots off. She would have taken care of his pants but he stood up and got rid of them like he was running on coals.
When he was completely naked, he reached down and caught her arms, pulling her to her feet. She chuckled softly, loving how anxious he was to get close to her. She’d never felt more like a woman than in this moment.
He smiled as well as he dragged her into his arms, slanting a kiss again over her lips once more.
He pummeled her mouth in the best way and only stopped when she grabbed his bottom with both hands and began to explore.
