“So good, but I want more.”
“Huh?” I asked, gazing up at her, perched in my lap.
“You can take me here, Quil.”
Oh gods…
“Right here. On these rocks.” She took her bottom lip between her teeth. “Bend me over here? Please? I need you. I’ve needed you for weeks, please, Quil, please…”
My hands tightened on her thighs, and she paused, her eyes going dark as I held her in place.
“Not here,” I growled.
I stood, holding her against my front as I did. The water fellfrom our bodies in sheets, heavy and wet. Her hair dripped down her back as I held her, climbing out of the spring. I took her over to where she’d been sleeping. On furs. On the floor.
She deserved a feather bed. But this was all I could give her here, so I’d have to make the best of it.
I knelt, placed her gently on the furs.
“You’ve had enough pain. Tonight, you get me soft and slow.”
“Slow?”
I nodded once. “Slow. Careful. Every inch. Every second. Just for you, Rowena…”
I knelt between her legs, smoothing one hand up the length of one before I spread her thighs even more.
I leaned down, pressing a kiss to the side of her knee, glancing up to see her dark eyes watching me.
“Lie back,” I murmured.
She obeyed, elbows bending so she could lie flat on the furs.
I dropped too, bracketing her with my arms, looking at her, truly looking. From her wet hair to her breasts that I’d dreamt about seeing, about touching. And they were better than I’d imagined.
I moved down, kissing her belly and skipping over where she clearly wanted me. Instead, I went for the inside of her knee. I moved my way up her thigh.
I could smell her. Sweet and hot.Gods,I wanted her now.
No, no. Slow. I was going slowly.
Slow doesn’t have to mean gentle.
I kissed my way up her inner thigh until it met her hip. I glanced up at her again. “You sure?”
Gods, she smelled so good.
She nodded. “Please, Quil…”
I couldn’t keep her waiting.
My first pass was light; I just wanted to lick her open so I could see her. Know what I was working with. But she shuddered.
“Oh gods… Quil.”
I repeated the motion, groaning when her thighs tried to close around my head. I held them apart, flicking my tongue against her. I hadn’t done this in a while…decades, in fact, but it came back really quickly with Rowena’s hand in my hair and her voice urging me on.
“Gods, yes… Quil… oh please… please…”