Page 66 of Bride of Fire
She ventured a cautious sideways glance.
He continued to breathe heavily. His nostrils quivered with every breath. His hair fell in unruly tendrils along his corded neck and over his brow, not quite reaching his closed eyes. Fine, dark stubble covered his jaw. But it was upon his lips her gaze fastened.
Not quite like his son’s perfect, pouting bow, his mouth looked similarly soft and slightly swollen from sleep. It was hard to imagine harsh words coming from those lips. Easier to dream of whispers of affection, murmurs of passion, groans of desire.
She bit the inside of her cheek as irresistible yearning swelled through her body, entering through the aching spot between her thighs, flowing deep inside through her abdomen, and bursting out at the tingling tip of her breast, where his thumb rested.
Transfixed by the sight of his mouth, Jenefer continued to stare, licking her lips, wondering how it would feel on her flesh. What he would taste like. What it would be like to kiss him.
Then he suddenly parted his lips, and she caught her breath.
With his eyes still closed, he mumbled, “Do not torment me with starin’, lass. If ye’re goin’ to strike, do it.”
Shocked by his invitation, encouraged by her lust, and unfettered by caution, Jenefer took him at his word. She pitched forward, angling her head, and planted her lips on his surprised mouth.
Chapter 33
Morgan could not have been more startled. He had braced himself for a slap of outrage. At worst, she might deliver a punch to his jaw.
He figured he deserved as much. And he’d given her permission. He was well aware he should have found a way to judiciously separate from the lass before she awakened.
But he hadn’t. And the reason was simple. He liked the way she felt in his arms.
Her hair was fragrant. Her body was supple. Her breast sat perfectly in his hand. And her hips were inviting as hell.
That she didn’t clout him for his intimate transgression was astonishing.
And what shediddo was so unexpected that he froze in stunned wonder. At first.
Then, of course, his masculine instincts took over.
He answered her kiss, drawing her velvety lips against his and pressing tentatively forward.
She sighed into his mouth, a sigh full of wonder and pleasure. Like a bellows, her breath instantly inflamed his desire.
Weaving his fingers through her curls, he pulled her closer, kissing her with desperate haste.
She responded with a sort of breathless enthusiasm he’d never before experienced. Her fingers raked through his hair to seize him by the back of the neck. With her other hand, she clenched the front of his leine in her demanding fist. Gasping and ravenous, she kissed him again and again.
Her kiss was like ale splashed on the flames of his passion, driving the blaze high and out of control. The beast in his trews roared like a wild inferno. Morgan’s brain deserted him, and his body acted on instinct alone.
He slid his palm over her lovely bottom and hauled her hips against him. He groaned as his cock, squeezed between the two of them, throbbed in anticipation.
She answered his groan with a sensuous purr, born deep in her throat, driving him to even greater heights of desire.
Without thought of the consequences, he turned with her then, rising above her, trapping her between his legs and pressing her down into the mattress. He rained kisses all over her beautiful, enraptured face and then returned to her mouth, delving with his tongue to slurp up every drop of her lust.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she arched up against him, urging him to continue.
He let one hand delve beneath the neck of her kirtle to find the peach-soft flesh of her breast.
She rasped in a quick breath of welcome shock as he plucked her nipple to a firm point.
It had been so long since he’d touched a woman, he feared he was proceeding too quickly. His head swam with yearning. His heart drummed at a feverish pace. Already the pressure was building in his loins.
He felt like a runaway cart, careening with reckless haste down a steep mountain. He wasn’t sure he could stop. He sure as hell didn’t want to.
Jenefer had never been touched like this before.
