“Then I suppose I should rejoice that I saved her from such a fate. What would you have done with her?”
He lowered his lips to hers. “Not what I am going to do to you.”
She might have spoken further, but the insistent pressure of his mouth finally persuaded her to give up conversation. He could hardly be expected to talk for very long with her gloriously naked before him, all warm and dripping wet from her bath. It might be months—it might be forever—before he had her thus again. He was not going to waste another moment.
His lips covered hers, his tongue teasing, his teeth nipping. Obediently, she opened her mouth and took him inside. She knew something about kissing. Nick imagined she’d been kissed many times, and she’d perfected the art of teasing him with her tongue, making him want more and more of her before she withdrew. His hands traced her bare back, and he felt her shiver, felt her control waver slightly.
He sucked on her tongue lightly, and she moaned, pushing against him, pressing those lovely, large breasts against his chest. His hands gripped her hips then lowered to her buttocks. She broke the kiss and skimmed her lips to his neck then trailed her mouth to his jaw. It was such a gentle act that it almost undid him. Her lips paused where his pulse beat, and she whispered, “Your blood does seem to be thrumming rather quickly.”
“You have me rather heated at the moment.”
“Mmm.” Back down his neck to his chest, where she kissed a path to his abdomen. “Not quite heated enough. What if I kiss you here?” She touched his erection, and he saw stars. This was the sort of thing men dreamed about. The sort of thing a lady like Ashley would never consent to. And there she was, lowering herself to her knees, taking him in her mouth, and swirling her tongue over his swollen flesh.
Just the picture of her, naked and glistening in the sun, kneeling before him was enough to make him come, but when she closed her mouth on him, he had to grab hold of a nearby tree to keep his knees from giving out. “How the hell do you know how to do that?”
She looked up at him. “Do you like it? Once I eavesdropped on a group of married ladies—well, they were not all what my mother would consider ladies. I did not understand why a man would want a woman to perform such an act.” She ran her hand over his hard, wet flesh. “But after last night, it became more apparent.” She continued to stroke him, making it difficult to concentrate on anything she said. “Would you like me to continue? Or perhaps we might try something else. I heard one of the so-called ladies tell of a woman with a large bosom who—”
He yanked to her to her feet. “You are full of ideas, and I promise you—I make a solemn vow—that we will try out each and every one. But if we continue in this manner now, I will embarrass myself.”
“But I want to watch you...” She gestured with her hand. “I do not know the word.”
She was so innocent and so worldly at the same time. Somewhere there was a God, and Nick must have done something very, very pleasing to have this woman to call his own at the moment. “Do you want the vulgar word or the more polite?”
She gave him an annoyed frown. “Oh, not the polite. There’s nothing polite about what I want to do to you.”
“I feel the same way. But now it’s my turn to watch you come,” he said, giving her the word she sought. He took her breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and the way they filled his palms completely. With a gentle squeeze, he lifted them and lowered his mouth to kiss the rounded tops. She tasted of the salty ocean air and smelled as fragrant as the island blossoms. He drank in both taste and smell then with small kisses, he moved to her nipples, taking first one then the other in his mouth, sucking gently then harder when she cried out for more. Her head had fallen back, and he maneuvered her against a tree so she might have some support as he fell to his knees and kissed her abdomen.
“No,” she said, immediately trying to pull him up. “No. My leg—”
“Is beautiful,” he said, putting a hand to the scarred flesh. “You are beautiful.”
“It’s not. Nick, please.”
He allowed his mouth to replace his fingers, kissing the scarred flesh until she stopped begging him to cease and began to beg him to continue. “Higher,” she moaned. “Please.”
“Here?” he asked, teasing her by kissing her hip.
“Nick, you know what I want.”
“Here?” He kissed the triangle of hair.
“Closer.”
He had his hand between her legs, and at his slight nudge, she parted them. Her cleft was wet and deliciously pink. He allowed his tongue to trace it before he kissed the inside of her thigh.
“Nick!” Her hands dug into his shoulders.
“Say it. Tell me what you want.” He looked up at her. “Or are you too polite?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Put your tongue between my legs.”
“Spread them.”
She did it, and he laved her with his tongue. Her head fell back, and her hands went to her breasts. He did not even think she was aware she touched herself. “More,” she said, her voice catching.
“More what?” He kissed her, parting her with his fingers until he could see that small nub, pink and waiting for his tongue.
“I don’t know what it’s called.”
