Vampire Mine - Kerrelyn Sparks [88]
Her cheeks grew warm. She really had screamed. “It was much more intense than I had expected.”
“We barely got started. I dinna get to taste you or make you come with my mouth.”
She blinked. Did he mean oral sex? “You want to give me a blow job?”
He laughed, then winced. “Och.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
She sat up with a gasp. “I shouldn’t have leaned on you like that. Your ribs could still be sore.”
“My ribs are fine.”
“Are you sure?” She smoothed her hands over his bare chest. “You’re so muscular and strong.” She followed the narrow trail of hair to his navel. “I think you’re beautiful.”
“Lass—” He gritted his teeth.
She jumped. “Connor, there’s something moving in your pants.”
“Pay it no mind. Lass, no!”
She leaned over him to pull the waistband of his flannel pants down. His erection popped out, startling her.
“Oh!” She fell across his thighs. “Oh my. Good heavens.”
He groaned and dragged his hands down his face. “Ye needna stare at it in horror. It willna harm you.”
“It’s . . . really big.”
He snorted. “It comes in peace.”
She giggled, then poked at it with her finger.
It twitched, and he hissed in a breath.
She sat up, amazed by how strong a reaction she had caused. She studied his erection curiously. Could she cause him to scream like he had her?
“Doona touch me again,” he muttered. “I’m about to explode.”
Explode? That sounded interesting. “You know the problem with me, Connor. I don’t follow orders very well.” She curled her hand around the staff and kissed the tip.
“Holy—” He gritted his teeth with a strangled noise.
She wasn’t exactly sure what to do, but she recalled how much she enjoyed him tickling her breasts with his tongue and suckling her. So she ran her tongue up the length of his staff, then took him into her mouth.
She figured she was doing something right because he was groaning and clutching her hair.
“Enough!” He tossed her down onto the robe and wedged between her legs.
He kissed her hard, rubbing himself against her. The friction ignited her sensitive skin. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her hands into his back.
Moisture pooled, and his movement became slick. An ache throbbed deep inside her, an empty ache that begged to be filled.
“Connor.” She wanted him inside her.
And the two shall become one.
He let out a hoarse shout, then shuddered as he found his release. He collapsed beside her, hugging her tight.
She held him, her arms and legs still wrapped around him. Oh God, she hadn’t known this sort of love could be so powerful. She’d come so close to begging him to take her.
She rested her head against his chest, listening to the wild thumping of his heart. The vision returned. The dark-haired woman, holding a baby. Connor’s baby, she realized with a jolt. She was seeing inside his black pit of remorse. His walls had tumbled down.
Fionnula. That was the woman’s name. There was so much love and sadness surrounding her. Why would a woman he loved be in the center of his remorse?
She sat up. “Connor?”
He groaned, his eyes shut. “Give me a minute.”
“You didn’t tell me you have a wife.”
Chapter Twenty
Connor flinched, his eyes popping open. “What?”
“You have a wi—”
“Nay!” He sat up. Holy Christ Almighty, she might as well have punched him in the gut. “I’m no’ married.”
“And you have a daughter.”
His heart raced. He couldn’t deny having a daughter. She had lived only a few hours, but for all eternity, she would be his beautiful daughter. He gulped. Would Marielle see his deceased wife the same way?
“I . . . have no wife.” He grabbed his flannel pants and cursed silently as he struggled to stuff his feet into the right holes. His damned hands were shaking.
“You did have one.”
He glanced at Marielle. She didn’t look upset. How could she be so damned calm when he was stunned? More than stunned. Floored with a sucker punch. And now that he thought about it, damned angry. “While I was making love to you, ye were spying on me?”
“No.” Frowning, she hugged her knees. “If you must know, the lovemaking is so intense, I can hardly