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He pulled her back into his embrace and wrapped his good arm around her and Olivia felt him pulling the strings that held her garment together, but she didn’t truly care. Soon the outer garment slid to the floor like a feather caught in the wind.
After stepping out of them, Conner rested his hands on her hips and gently pushed her to the bed’s edge where he kneeled and did away with her boots. She stared, mesmerized, as Conner kissed a warm path from Olivia’s ankle to the inside of her knee as he undid the other one and set it aside.
Instead of standing and tugging her clothes off, he stood and removed his léine, baring his chest and firm lean muscles. Her eyes trailed over his chest, dusted with fair hair, to the pronounced V of his hips.
Olivia watched the ripples of his muscles as he moved, and entranced, she reached out, her hand hesitating but he caught the movement and did not shy away. He stood still as her hand rested on the middle, feeling the smooth skin, the heat pulsing from it, and tracing the tiny silver scar there. She felt him shudder at her touch.
She lifted her eyes and their eyes met; the hunger in his gaze took her breath away. Olivia realized she was wrong. Matter of fact, anyone who thought they knew Ó Riagáin to be cold was a fool. He had passion, so much he had to hide it. Maybe it only came out with those he cared about, who he had proven to be trustworthy.
He tugged her to her feet and then kneeling again, ran his hands under her shift, from her ankles, over her middle and over her head, taking the last barrier between her and him with it. Naked, Olivia crossed her arms over her breast, but Conner pulled then apart.
“Nay, lass, daenae hide yerself from me,” he murmured while resting her on the bed and kneeling over her.
He kissed her lips, sweeping his tongue through her mouth and suckling on her lips until they were swollen. When she pulled back to gasp air, he kissed down to one of her breasts and brought it to his mouth. She drew in a sharp breath but let it out just as quickly when she felt his tongue on her nipple. She hadn’t even realized she’d closed her eyes.
He used his hand to knead her other breast as he feasted on the first, suckling, licking and teasing her, filling her body with heated pleasure. When he had his fill of one, he moved to the other. Olivia peeled her eyes open to see Conner’s head bent over her breast as he took as much into his mouth as he could
Throwing her head back, she laced her finger through his hair and moaned when he stretched out beside her. He sucked as though he was a parched man, trying to squeeze the last drop from a waterskin.
Her legs slipped open and Conner moved a hand to cast over her belly, the touch of him had her hips arching, searching for something unknown Conner’s fingers inched toward her hot, wet sheath and dipped the fingers of one hand into her slick seam.
“Ah!” Olivia’s back arched off the bed and she shivered right though at the scintillating touch. When the sparks cleared from her vision, she panted, “Again, do that again.”
Conner laughed deep in his throat and said, “Yer request is me command.”
He shifted his hand, so his fingers stroked over her silky flesh and his thumb rubbed her bud. Olivia head fell back as she rocked against him, seeking more but taking what he gave her. Her moans were almost enough to undo him.
He kissed her collarbone and sucked a nipple into his mouth while he slid a long finger into her sheath. It felt like an intrusion at first—her body gripped and bore down on him, and he hissed in pleasure.
“Open to me, lass,” he whispered. “I willnae hurt ye. It only get better from here, I promise ye.”
Trembling, Olivia gripped his shoulders and forced herself to ease and Conner slipped a second one into her tight, clenching sheath. He slowly slid his hand back, his finger teasing the sensitive flesh hidden within her, pumping her receptive flesh. She flung a leg over his hand, giving him better access as her back arched into his touches.
Olivia could not ignore the twitches coming from Conner’s body, as he guided another finger into her. With three fingers into her, he stroked her from the inside.
His mouth coasted over her skin. “D’ye ken how badly I want to be inside ye right now? I want to plunge meself into ye over and over until I take up to heaven. I have never wanted anyone the way I do ye. God’s truth.”
“Why three?” she gasped. “Why three inside me?”
“I have girth, lass,” he murmured in her ear. “I daenae want to hurt ye when we join.”
He thrust three fingers into her as he suckled hard on her breast. Olivia moaned loudly and rocked her hips.
While surging with the sensation, Oliva waited until Conner lifted his mouth to catch his hair in her hand and pulled him down to kiss her. She brought their mouths together in a fierce tangle of tongues.
He pulled away with a groan, only to peel himself from her and shed the rest of his clothing. Then he was back beside her, slipping between her legs again and she wrapped a leg around him.
Conner kissed every inch of her skin, teasing her intimate flesh, suckling her breast and making a heat build into her body.
“Conner,” she gasped, “I ache. I canna wait any longer to have ye inside me. I dinna need aught else but that. Conner, ma body aches for ye. It’s painful how badly I want ye. Please, dinna make me wait any longer.”
Olivia’s words sank in, and Conner looked into Olivia’s eyes as he inched into her. She brought her knees up to widen her entrance. She seemed to sense what to do.
He kissed her and hitched her hip higher. “Tell me if I should stop, Olivia. I swear to ye, I will.”
She ran her hands down his back. “I’m fine. Or at least I will be eventually.”
He touched her again, noting how wet she was for him to notch himself to her entrance and slowly slide inside her.
