Page 35 of A Celtic Longing
“I’m sorry,” she murmured to the gods when she finally seated herself fully.
When she, at last, felt how glorious the forbidden could be.
Her groan mingled with his as she moved. Up, down then she rolled her hips again. The guttural groans of pleasure she drew from him only made her want to please him more. To make it last. So she slowed down and ran her hands over his strong heat. Flicked her tongue over his chest and neck until she closed her mouth over his and kissed him. Long. Deeply. Yet she continued moving her hips just enough to keep their passion at a low simmer.
At least, that was her intention until she realized how much her own pleasure had built. How much she needed the release only he could give her.
A release it felt like she had been craving for an eternity.
When she felt his hesitation, his tug-of-war about whether he should let her keep going, she moved faster. Needed him to follow her over the edge. To feel what they raced toward.
Thankfully, he didn’t pull away but grabbed her backside and met her thrusts. Gave in to the pleasure as much as she did when it rushed up and thrust her headfirst into a climax so intense she lost herself in it. Melted against him and drowned in waves of bliss. Ones that only intensified when he squeezed her backside, locked up against her, released a ragged groan in her ear, and let go.
After that, she felt like she became part of him. Immersed in his warmth. Surrounded by him. Safe with him. Captured by the endless exquisite sensations ebbing and flowing through her.Immersed in this hidden place where they could be together. Where nobody would know how...
“Forbidden,” she gasped, jolting awake.
Wherewasshe?
She blinked, trying to acclimate herself to the dim lighting. To the cozy warmth of the hard body beside her.
“Good morn, lass,” came a drowsy all-too-familiar rumble.
Oh,no,she didnot.
She bolted upright and rounded her eyes at Liam. “What happened? Why are we,” she stuttered, trying to make sense of things. She took in the light smattering of hair on his muscular chest. The drowsy look of contentment on his face. “Why are you here?” Realizing she had been sleeping next to him in the nude, she yanked the blanket around her breasts and eyed the large masculine chamber in the early morning light. “Better yet, why amIhere?”
His brows drew together. “You don’t remember...any of it?”
“Obviously.”
Though she did, in fact, remember some of it. And soon enough, she recalled even more. Glimpses. Freezing beneath fire-lit water. Seeking something, then drifting away into darkness. Then so very cold. Lost until she was found. Frigid until there was heat.
Passion.
Pleasure.
“Godno,” she groaned in dismay, feeling the residual pleasure between her thighs. A telling sensitivity. A renewed ache when that should be the last thing she should feel. “Tell me we didn’t.”
“I cannot,” he said softly. “Because we did...youdid.”
Was that a flash of desire followed by disappointment in his eyes?
“I...” she began, not sure what to say because he wasn’t lying. She had...done what exactly? “It was...you were...” She shook her head, still trying to make sense of things. “Not really you...and I wasn’t really me....”
“Not at some points,” he agreed. “But mayhap at others.”
“Not at any other.” She tried to wrap her mind around what she’d done. How intense she had been. “I wouldn’t have done that to you. To any man, for that matter.”
“Done what?” He perked a brow. “Ridden a man? Because you seemed rather practiced at it. Ambitious and—”
“Youhadto know I wasn’t myself.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “You must’ve sensed I was off.”
“Why?” He shrugged. “When I was off too?”
“Wereyou?” she said slowly, not sure she believed him.
“On and off,” he admitted, surprising her with his honesty. “I was fully aware of what you intended initially and tried to stop you but then....” His gaze drifted to her lips and over her bare shoulders before returning to her face. “Then I lost myself not only to pleasure but something else...somewhereelse.” He shook his head. His voice deepened with emotion. Unmistakable desire. “After that, I couldn’t deny ye even if I wanted to.”
