Page 70 of Laird of Smoke
He touched the three wee dark dots that formed a straight line down the middle of her belly.
She had to smile.She’d had the tiny spots from birth.Her sisters had told her all manner of things about them.That they were where the faeries had kissed her.Where the Devil had poked her with a spear.Where a wee coney had shat on her.No one had ever called them a map.
“Shall I see where it leads?”he whispered.
She blushed, but her body surged at his words.She felt the tender flesh between her thighs swelling almost to the point of pain.
“Please,” was all she could rasp out.
He kissed each spot, traveling lower and lower.And then his hands moved to her hips.
“May I see…all o’ ye?”
She swallowed.That was what she’d said to him.She wanted all of him.It wasn’t too late to turn back.He was giving her permission to stop him.
But she didn’t want to stop him.This was an adventure.She’d likely never get an opportunity like this again.To be touched this way.To be held and kissed and caressed.To feel these feelings.
Instead of answering, she lifted her hips and let him drag the leine from her.
She kept her eyes closed.She felt truly naked.Exposed.Vulnerable.
“Look at me,” he urged.
She frowned.
“Please,” he said.
She managed to peer at him through the slits of her eyes and the filter of her eyelashes.But what she saw in his face melted away her fears.
His eyes were glazed with the same passion she felt.His lips were parted with soft longing.A light sheen of sweat settled on his brow, which was creased with restraint.
“Are ye certain ye want this?”he said, though she could see in his gaze that it would destroy him if she said nay.
“Aye,” she croaked.
He lowered himself to kneel beside the bed.Then he caught her behind the knees, gently dragging her forward until her buttocks were at the edge of the pallet.
With a coaxing touch, he parted her knees a few inches.
She felt her face redden.No one had ever seen this part of her.She was tempted to slam her legs back together.
“So beautiful,” he breathed.His breath curled over her, ruffling her hair, warming her flesh.
Soothed by his praise, she closed her eyes and surrendered, letting him spread her legs wide.
Never could she have imagined the pleasure of his fingers parting the petals of her womanhood.The heady thrill of the trust he engendered.The keen anticipation of his touch.
But when he lowered his mouth to her, her delight turned to disbelief.Surely he couldn’t mean to…
She gasped and recoiled as his tongue contacted her most sensitive spot.Yet it wasn’t a recoil of pain, only surprise.And a sizzling current so powerful it frightened her.
“Ye like that?”he murmured.
She couldn’t look at him, so she gave him a nod.
“Do ye want more?”
She nodded again, wondering if she could endure such torment.
