He smirks."Thanks.I appreciate the compliment.You are absolutely beautiful, by the way."
The way his voice deepened inspires my loins to grow...warm and slick in an unseemly manner.I find myself squirming, though not from discomfort, not precisely.Once, I saw my parents kissing in the garden, and I did not understand the strange fervor that I witnessed on that day.But I began to get an inkling when I happened upon an indecent book that someone had left in the cellar---centuries ago, based on the amount of yellowing.The pages of the dusty tome had faded somewhat, but I could figure out what the deliciously craven images depicted.And ever since, I've been, um...pleasuring myself inside my secret chamber.
And sometimes, I employ magics to do that.
Joey's annoyance evaporates.He tips his head to the side, studying me with renewed interest."Have you ever been kissed, Rachel?"
There's something about the way his whisky-brown eyes explore every detail of my face, shivering a thrill down my spine that leaves me feeling as if I'm standing on the edge of a precipice."Ye've got a smoldering fire in your eyes, Joey Finnegan."
The words had spilled out before I could catch them.How foolish did I sound?Very, I'm fair certain.
He quirks an eyebrow, one corner of his mouth lifting in a maddening half-smile."And you, Rachel MacTaggart, have an innocent way of behaving, but there's a glint in your eye that says otherwise."
A blush warms my cheeks---partly from his words, partly from the fact that my body is humming with a wicked desire that, until now, I've known only in my dreams or in the privacy of my secret chamber.I've never been kissed before.The very thought sets my heart to racing like a deer escaping from a bear, rushing through the heather, only to be devoured in the most delicious manner.And Joey, with his dark hair tousled just so and that rogue's jacket that tells tales of city life I can only imagine, is every bit the man I'd dreamt would steal that first kiss.
"Haveyouever been kissed before, Joey?"The words had slipped out bold as brass, and for a moment, I worry I've gone too far.But then his gaze darkens with something that resembles hunger.And suddenly, the slickness in my loins is dribbling down my inner thighs.An unusual scent wafts from down there too.
"Of course I've been kissed.I'm an expert on that topic---and on popping cherries."
My brows wrinkle."What do cherries have to do with anything?"
Before I can take another breath, Joey closes the distance between us, his hands framing my face with a tenderness that belies the fierce need in his gaze.He crushes his lips to mine, igniting a fire that coils a slow, slithering fire low in my belly.My toes curl into the worn rug beneath us as I clung to him, lost in the sensation of his mouth moving against mine, the stubble of his jaw grazing my skin.
Pressed against him, I feel a hard, insistent lump bulging against my belly.Somehow that lump arouses me even more.A gasp escapes me, the sound smothered by the heat of our kiss.What would making love be like?The question flashes through my mind, leaving a trail of warmth and a tingling between my thighs that I've never experienced before.
"Tha mi ag iarraidh barrachd," I whisper as he moves his lips a touch, just enough that I could say those words.It was the Gaelic phrase for 'I want more' slipping out instinctively.
Something wild and fierce that rises within me, spurred on by the taste of him, the smell of leather and man, and the rush of emotions that made my head spin.Our breaths mingle, fast and ragged, as we navigate this unfamiliar territory together.Every brush of his lips fans the flames of my curiosity, kindling something deeper within us both.Breathing hard, with our kiss still simmering on my lips, I take a step back from Joey.His chest heaves in the dim light of my secret room, his gaze as piercing as a hawk's.
"What am I to do with ye, Joseph Finnegan?"I muse aloud, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
"Hmm, what would you like to do, Rachel MacTaggart?"he asks, a half-grin lifting the corner of his mouth.His gaze flicks down to my chest where my nipples are visible beneath the fabric.
"What if I fancy keeping ye all to myself?"The words slipped out before I could stop them, revealing more than I intended.I like having this man from another world hidden away in a secret place where no one will ever see or hear what we might do in this room.'Tis a secret thrill that sets my heart to racing.
"Your family will start wondering where you've gone," Joey says, leaning against the bedpost, his arms folded so that the muscles and sinews beneath his shirt flex with every movement."Are you going to keep me here forever?"
Bod an Donais, I do want that.And when I glance up at Joey, I can think only one word:mèinn.Aye, I want this craven man for my own, if only for tonight.I bite my lip, releasing it slowly."Forever is a long while, Joey."
He takes a step toward me.
But I back away, clucking my tongue."Nay, I shall be the one in control of you tonight."
"What exactly do you have in mind?"
A thrill runs through me at his words, at the way his gaze rakes over every inch of me.I've never felt so bold, so wanton.It's as if his presence has awakened something primal within me.
"First," I say, my tone calmer than I feel, "You will remove your clothing.Slowly."
He quirks an eyebrow but complies, shrugging off the clothing I'd found for him with a fluid grace that makes my mouth water.The thin fabric of his undershirt clings to his muscled chest, and I find myself transfixed by the roughhewn beauty of him.A few small scars on his chest only serve to make him even more fascinating.How did he acquire the scars?I'll ask him later.Once I'm done with him.But it's the bulge in his trews that leaves me speechless and tingly in my nether regions.
Oh, aye, he is a large man in every way.
"Like what you see?"he teases, his cocky grin causing wetness to slicken my thighs even more and to create a sucking sound whenever I move.
I swallow hard, willing my voice not to waver."Bod an Donais, I dinnae like it.I love it.Now get rid of the rest, please, immediately."
"Mind explaining that phrase you just spoke first?"
