Page 19 of Mine This Winter
“And you shall have it all.” He pulled her tight to his body, relishing the feel of her soft breasts against his chest. “Tell me again what you want.” He’d spent so long believing she’d cast him aside that he’d never tire of hearing her salacious demands.
“You,” she breathed.
The chill night air did not deter Gwen from her quest.
The risk of someone finding them did not prevent her from stroking Simon’s engorged manhood or daring to say things no respectable lady should repeat.
Confessing her desires had never been a problem.
Declaring her love? That would be a mistake. She’d risk ruin but not rejection. Her heart would not survive another cruel blow.
Simon kissed the sensitive spot below her ear. “All the times I imagined this moment, the need was never this great.”
She shivered against him.
I’ve only ever wanted you.
The words whispered through her mind, though she refused to address the host of feelings fighting for supremacy.
His body. That’s what she wanted. That would be enough tonight. And his attention. She would command every second, make him look at her, make him want her so desperately he would never leave Whitehaven again.
Their goals were similar, it seemed.
The man who stole her breath, bent his head and sucked her erect nipple into his mouth. Warmth spread through every cell in her body. But it was the sudden flick of his tongue over the peak that made her knees tremble.
“Don’t stop,” she panted, releasing his manhood to grip his hair and anchor him to her breast. “Yes.”
He was ravenous, determined to drive her wild.
Worship me!
Hearing her silent plea, he lowered her down onto the makeshift bed, his mouth finding hers as he nudged her legs open with his knee.
His body was hot. Hard. Heavier than she remembered. The dusting of hair on his chest sent tingles scattering over her skin. Their tongues thrust together with a confidence they had lacked in their youth.
“Are you cold?” he whispered against her neck. Simon Garrick was on a mission to kiss every inch of her naked flesh.
“No.” Her body burned like a blacksmith’s furnace. She smoothed her hands over his broad back, wanting to remember every muscled contour. “I’m never cold when I’m with you.”
Outside, snow fell, white and pure amid frigid temperatures and the hostile roar of the sea. Inside, they bathed in the glow of passion, their pleasurable moans the only sound that mattered.
Simon kissed her breasts, kissed the tiny mole below her ribs. The hot brush of his lips left a scorching trail down to her navel. He looked up at her, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I mean to taste you, love. I’ve wanted to taste you for so damn long.”
Gwen was trying to establish what he meant, but his tongue slid through the folds of her sex before grazing lightly over her bud.
The action tore a gasp from her lips.
Their intimate touches on a woodland picnic had been daring.
This was downright wicked.
A scandalous assault on her senses.
The coil of arousal tightened as Simon’s tongue worked its magic. The man had her rolling her hips in time with every lewd stroke.
“You taste like heaven,” he uttered as the intense feelings inside her grew. “And you smell divine.”
The man devoured her as she came apart against his mouth. The shudders had barely subsided when he rose above her, a broad grin on his handsome face.
