Never Love a Highlander - Maya Banks [34]
He bent over and then slid one knee onto the bed until he was over her, so close that she could feel the heat of his breath.
Instead of pressing his mouth to hers as she expected, he angled his head and brushed his lips over her neck.
It was like being caught in a fierce lightning storm.
She gasped and arched upward, her head falling back in an invitation for him to nuzzle below her ear.
“You have beautiful skin, lass.”
His voice purred over her throat, vibrating and husky until her entire body tingled in anticipation of where he’d kiss her next.
His teeth sank into the column of her neck, light and grazing, a gentle nip and then one a bit harder.
“You taste as sweet as you look.”
She sighed and closed her eyes. “You have a wicked mouth, husband.”
“And to think I’ve only just begun.”
CHAPTER 11
Rionna reached up to grasp Caelen’s shoulders, her fingers digging into his hard muscles. She strained upward, wanting more of his mouth. Shivers of delight raced in patterns over her flesh, like raindrops on a warm summer afternoon.
“That’s it, lass. Hold on to me.”
Gently he lowered her until her back met the bed and she landed with a soft bounce.
“You’re a feast for a man’s eyes.”
“Why is it the bed chamber is the only place you have a kind word for me?” she said with a twist of her lips.
He reared back, a faint smile curving his mouth. “ ’Tis the only time you’re obedient, wife.”
She balled her fist and hit him ineffectually on the shoulder. He captured her wrist and pulled it over her head, holding it there as he cupped one of her breasts and caressed the swell.
He stroked lazily with his fingers, tracing soft lines to her nipple. He captured the peak and pulled, gently at first and then sharper. Each tug sent a streak of pleasure straight to her core. Her womb clenched. She squeezed her thighs together and arched farther into his touch.
Then he lowered his head until his breath blew warm over the puckered bud. She moaned in anticipation, hardly recognizing the breathy, feminine sounds sliding from her throat.
Warm and rough, his tongue slid sensuously over her nipple, leaving a damp trail to the top of her breast. He released her wrist and lowered his hand to cup her other breast. He kneaded and massaged and then plumped them together.
He licked over one nipple and then pressed a tender kiss to the tip before moving to the other. She stared down at his dark head as he suckled. With each pull, her body tightened more until she was rigid beneath him.
Unable to resist, she thrust her fingers into his long, black hair. She stroked the braids at his temples, pulling when he stopped sucking. With a chuckle, he resumed and she relaxed her hold so that she threaded through the strands, enjoying the slide over her hands.
“I have a mind to taste you again, to feel your honey on my tongue,” he whispered.
She closed her eyes and let her hands fall away as he kissed a path over her belly and lower to the juncture of her thighs.
He leaned over on his side, his big hand splayed over her pelvis. He propped himself up on his other elbow and idly toyed with the curls shielding her femininity. It mortified her and fascinated her with equal measure.
Part of her wanted to squeeze her thighs shut and turn away and the other part wanted to open them to give him easier access.
Carefully he delved inward and gently parted her flesh until she was open and damp to his touch. With one finger, he stroked down and then back up again to circle the tiny sensitive nub.
“I’m fair to bursting, lass. I want to bury myself deep inside your warmth.”
Her eyes widened at the image his words provoked. She went still beneath his fingers and stared down at him. He tilted his head back so he met her gaze, and the intensity in his eyes made her mouth go dry.
His hand left her and slid up her belly to cup her breast and he leaned down to kiss the tip, forming it into a tight peak. Then he shifted his body and moved up so their lips were just a breath apart.
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