Vampire Mine - Kerrelyn Sparks [87]
She struggled to breathe. “I know.”
He leaned closer, studying them. “Yer nipples are hard, ripe for sucking.” He moved back. “But I’ll give you more time to adjust.”
Her mouth dropped open. He wanted to suck on her nipples? A new wave of sensation swept down her body and sizzled in her core. Moisture pooled there. This time she did squeeze her thighs together.
His nostrils flared, and his fingers pressed against her belly. “Lass, if ye adjust any more, ye’ll be climaxing without me.”
She reached up to wrap her hands around his neck. “Then do it. Please.”
He smiled. “My pleasure.”
He kissed her slowly and thoroughly, nibbling on her lips and swirling his tongue inside her mouth. She responded, quickly sinking into a world of sensation where his every touch ignited shivers and sparks.
He kissed her neck and each time his tongue licked her skin, she felt a throbbing in her core. It made her desperate, made her want to squirm and press herself against him.
She tugged at his T-shirt. “Let me touch you.”
He pulled his shirt off, then leaned over to kiss her breasts. She ran her hands through his hair and along his bare shoulders. When he drew a nipple into his mouth, she groaned and dug her fingers into his back.
Oh yes, he’d been serious about the sucking. More moisture pooled between her legs, and she squirmed.
He moved away from her breasts and grew still.
“Is something wrong?”
“I want to see yer face when I touch you.”
“You are touching—” She stopped when she realized what he meant. His hand skimmed down her belly into the thatch of curls. Her breath caught.
He slowly massaged her. “Will ye open yer legs for me?”
She did, and he smiled. “Och, now there’s a glorious sight.”
She jolted when she first felt his fingers touch her core. She pressed a hand to her chest. “I think my heart will burst.”
He lifted his hand. “Ye need a moment to adjust?”
“Don’t you dare!”
With a chuckle, he put his hand back on her.
She winced. “Sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me.” She moaned when his fingers traced the folds. “I’m becoming very . . . greedy.”
“Ye want more?”
“Yes!”
He flicked a finger over a very sensitive spot, and she squeaked.
He grinned. “Ye might like this, too.” He inserted a finger inside her.
“Oh! Oh yes.” She squirmed, pressing against him. A buzzing feeling skittered all through her. Her eyes flickered shut.
“Ye’re verra tight. And wet.” He inserted another finger. When he waggled them, something broke lose inside her. It soared higher and higher. “Connor, I—I—”
He wiggled his fingers again, while his thumb rubbed the sensitive spot.
She screamed. For a second, she thought the world had come to an end, and the stars in the heavens had burst. But then she opened her eyes, and the stars were still there. And she was still alive, her body throbbing with incredible spasms.
“Qu’est-ce que tu as fait?” she gasped.
Connor leaned closer, smiling. “Ye’re speaking French.”
“Oh. Lo siento.” She rubbed her head. Spanish? “I think I blew a fuse.”
He laughed and gathered her in his arms. “I love you. I love you so much.”
“Do you?” She held him tight. “Oh, Connor. I love you, too.”
He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “Lass.” He ruffled her hair and kissed the top of her head.
She sprawled across his chest, resting her head over his heart to hear it pounding. She closed her eyes. A vision flashed across her mind. A dark-haired woman, holding a newborn baby. They were beautiful. She pushed the thought away and nestled her cheek against the soft hair on Connor’s chest.
If only this moment could last forever.
Her eyes flew open. Was that what she really wanted?
“Je t’aime,” Connor whispered.
She lifted her head. “You speak French?”
He nodded. “And Gaelic. What about you?”
“I can speak to any human on Earth.”
His eyes widened, then he looked away. “I suppose I’m being greedy to want you all to myself.”
She smiled and ran a finger along his jaw. “You make me feel very greedy, too.”
He kissed her finger. “Did ye