His lips left hers and trailed across her cheek to the column of her neck. She gasped when his teeth grazed the lobe of her ear. Shivers shot down the nerves of her spine. Rebecca felt the heat of his desire, mixed into the fire of her own.
His breath caressed her collarbone as his hands explored her body, traveling every part with certainty and delightful urgency. Her head fell back in a soft moan.
His mouth found hers again.
She poured all her hopes and dreams into their kiss, all her love. She would never get enough of Wicke as he lived within her very soul, always had—ever since he had saved her from Jim Parsons when she was nine years old. She understood that now.
“Rebecca,” he breathed against her mouth. “There is something you must know.”
“Must you tell me now?”
He chuckled and lifted his eyes to hers. “I’ve never lain with a woman before.”
Rebecca blinked up at him, not quite grasping what Wolfstan was telling her. “Never lain with a woman? As in lain together in a bed?”
“I have never been intimate with a woman,” he clarified.
Oh! “Well, that is interesting indeed.” She grinned at him. “I have never lain with a woman before either.”
He barked out laughter. She joined him.
“Christ, your laugh, the echo of jewels to me.” He cupped her face.
“Kiss me again.”
“I want to do more than kiss you, Rebecca. I want you with a flaming desire I’m not sure I can stop.”
“Then do not stop.”
He dropped his head to her shoulder. “We cannot get to my chamber without being seen.”
“Then let’s stay here.”
She felt the heat of his gaze right to the tips of her toes. “That would be reckless.”
“I quite like reckless, if you have not noticed.”
“I’ve noticed.” He grinned then, a lopsided grin that formed as the corner of his mouth lifted. The devil danced in his eyes. “And I find it impossible to deny you.”
“It will make my life so much simpler.”
He chuckled. “Rebecca, you do know that I will never let you go. You are mine.”
“I should not mind being yours, Wolfstan, on the condition that you are mine as well.”
“I’m yours,” he growled, brushing his lips against hers. “Only yours.”
She smiled teasingly. “You have never been with another woman. I have never been with a man. We are two perfect peas in a pod.”
He pulled her up against his chest, eyes once more lit with fire. Her hands traveled from his forearms to his shoulders and he gathered her in his arms. He picked her up and strode to the sofa, and Rebecca laughed.
“You are so beautiful,” he growled and tugged at the sleeves of her dress. Once committed to a task, Wolfstan did not waste any time.
Rebecca gasped as his mouth closed over her breast. His tongue flicked over the stiff peaks of her nipple and her core clenched tight. With the tip of his tongue, he leisurely teased the peaks of her breasts. They were taut. Aching. She arched against him. A sweet madness seized her and she circled her legs around his back, drawing him closer as she dug her fingers into his shoulder.
“Dear Lord.”
He pushed her skirts aside so that his hand could skim up the line of her stockings. His touch feathered over her most secret place. She groaned when he sank one finger inside her.
