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‘You like to be touched...’ His breath glided down her thigh, settling on the damp, pulsing centre between them like a rippling wave. The chemise followed inch by agonising inch, but his hands and mouth stopped mid-thigh despite the heat gathering unbearably at the pit of her stomach and at the core of her arousal. It was a deep thudding burn and her teeth dragged at her lower lip as if that could somehow alleviate the rising discomfort. He smiled and leaned forward, brushing his lips very lightly over the rise of her hipbone, his words slipping and sliding over the quivering valley between her hip and navel, and downwards...
‘Yes. I will do that, too, but first I want to see you. All of you. Do you know how much I wanted to take you there, by the cliff? Strip off that last, damp petticoat that was wrapped to you like a second skin. Warm you with my body, inside and out. Taste you... Everywhere...’
His hands had worked the chemise about her waist, his fingers tracing quicksilver burns from her hips to the valleys beside them, the roughened pads of his fingers abrading the skin above her pale brown curls, cutting off her breath and driving her hips up as she tried to catch and capture his fleeting but devastating caresses. Her eyes drifted shut, trying to block out his animal beauty, protect herself from him.
‘Look at me.’ It was between a purr and a growl, but it was definitely a command. It was the stilling of his hands that made her obey. If surrender was the price she had to pay for him to continue, she would pay it. He leaned one fist on the bed beside her, sinking on to the knee that rode between her legs, so close to the apex of her thighs she could feel its heat at her core, the pleasurable abrasion of the silky hair on his thighs on the bare softness of hers. Her legs clamped hard on his knee and she tried to slide towards him, but then he finally bent to kiss her, his mouth as gentle as his hands at first, just skimming her tightly held lips, sending a starburst of sensation with each sweep. He smoothed the chemise over her breast, languorously skimming the fabric around the swell, torturing her with the drag and shift of the fabric against the aching, sensitive peak.
Her own hands came out of their dream state, rising to press against the heat of his chest. She moaned at the contact and she felt his harshly indrawn breath against her mouth. Before he could pull away, her teeth caught at his lower lip, caressing it with her tongue as if it was her own. He answered with a groan, his hand tightening on her breast, his thumb flicking its already hard crown, and her body rose to meet his, her fingers dragging down his chest, sliding up and back, feeling every line she had stared at with such hunger, watching him in the stable yard. Seeing everything without vision, just through the sensation of hard muscle, corded sinew under silky dark hair, sheathed bones and sudden soft dips of flesh that made him shiver under her touch. The kiss deepened, his tongue and lips no longer playing, but demanding. With each plunge and stroke the heat at her core expanded and contracted and she tried to pull him down to her, but he took her hands and anchored them to the bed, the firelight dancing and glittering on his heaving chest as he drew back.
‘Not yet, not until you are coming apart with it.’
‘I am...’ she gasped.
‘No. When we step off that cliff I want you with me. With me, Jo.’
She shook her head. Who else was there? There was no one in this world, nothing, but him.
‘Slowly now,’ he whispered and she laughed at that absurdity. Slow? He must be mad. She was already dying, there was no slow. But she, too, wanted to make this last into infinity and she kept her eyes open as he leaned over her again, easing off her chemise and drawing the pins from her hair with excruciating care. Her eyes teared as a pin snagged, the pain only adding to her quivering agony, and he pressed brief, light kisses to her eyelids, the crest of her cheek, the corner of her mouth in a trail that was almost innocent but for the gentle lick of his tongue at the corner of her mouth, coaxing her open, to dip along the seam of her lips and inwards.
‘This is how I will taste you there. Soon.’ His words were like silk drawn over her burning body. She did not know how she knew what he meant—it was outrageous, but the heat between her legs flared, her legs closing convulsively against his knee where it was still braced on the bed between them.
