Spitfire (Puffin Cove) (16 page)

"
Laura?"

"
Hmm?"

"
If I get ye drunk, would ye sit on me lap again?"

Chapter Twelve

She choked out a strangled laugh
. And jumped up to snag the bottle of wine out of the fridge, slugging back a gulp from the bottle on her way back to the sofa.

He chuckled
, and his eyes warmed.

"
Jaysus, Spitfire. Ye delight me so."

He hauled her down
across his lap and she giggled, trying not to slosh the wine as she poured it into the glasses. She set the bottle down and he let her hand him a glass. They snuggled together and sipped, feeding each other creamy chunks of cheese and crisp, succulent grapes.

His nose burrowed into her hair and
then his face slid down to nuzzle her neck. She stretched like a cat, giving him greater access to her warm flesh, a low purr rumbling in her throat.

He shifted and began feathering kisses over the creamy skin exposed by her blouse, pushing fabric aside, bringing his thumb up to circle a peaked nipple through a lacy cup
. Her breathing deepened and she arched further, easing her breasts closer to him, asking for more. His hand found the clasp of her bra. He worked it loose and tugged the cup down with his teeth, baring her aching nipple. His tongue laved, his teeth grazed, then he suckled deep, tugging whimpers from her throat.

"
Laura. In me bed. Now," he growled, and dragged them both off the sofa, hauling her behind him to snap on the light in the bedroom.

"
If ye've a need t' use the bathroom, do it now. Ye won't be gettin' the chance again fer a very long time."

She grabbed her bag and slipped into the loo, breathless
.

When she returned, he
had turned down the bed, turned off the light and lit candles. But he wasn't in the room. He came back from the kitchen holding a fresh bottle of wine and a bowl of dewy grapes and stopped dead in his tracks.

"
Jaysus, ye're spectacular," he whispered.

She stood there, shy,
excited, trembling with want in a white lace camisole and panties. All the gorgeous, sexy lingerie she looked at in the shops were so not her, she had finally just decided on the simple that suited her. But there was no rule that said simple couldn't be beautiful and classy and sexy all at the same time.

"
Ah, love. Ye're killin' me. Don't go away. I'll be right back." He set the wine and grapes on the night table and strode into the bathroom.

She plopped down on the bed, her knees gone to water, sure she was going to crumble while he devoured her with his eyes
. Shakily, she poured out two glasses and sipped from one, moistening her dry mouth. She sat back onto the bed cross-legged, and reminded herself to breathe.

He came back into the bedroom, wearing nothing but a pair of dark boxers slung low on his hips
.

Oh, my God
.

He was magnificent
.

She held out her arms, wanting
...God,
needing
to touch, to feel. Eyes hot and intense, lips slightly parted, he filled them. He ran his fingers through her hair, clutching then releasing, bringing tendrils to his nose, inhaling deeply, then letting it flow through his fingers.

He kissed her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her forehead, and so sweetly, her eyelids
. Then he took her mouth in a slow, searing, bone-melting kiss. His tongue rimmed her lips and she could feel his hot breath misting against her face as his tongue slipped inside, sipping the nectar of her wine flavoured mouth, teasing her tongue into tangling with his.

She ran her hands over his bare flesh for the first time
. It was soft and firm and so warm. His body was fluid, liquid, moving under her hands as he shifted them to lie side by side on the bed. He watched her eyes as his hand trailed from her hair, down her arm, to cup a lacy buttock. It continued on down to trail behind her knee, drawing shivers from her as he dragged it achingly lightly back up the way it had come. He buried his face between her breasts and breathed in her scent.

His mouth
danced over her, bathing her chest, her collar bones in teasing nips and feather-light strokes. He bared one breast, then the other, tugging and tonguing her pebbled nipples, her fists buried in his hair, her pelvis gently, mindlessly thrusting at his waist, until with a deep tug on a taut nipple, she cried out softly. His head jerked up, as though her cry had elicited an animal's response in him, like a wolf in the wild hearing the call of his mate, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, his whole body moving with the kiss, driving them to a heated ferocity of tongues and teeth and lips.

He pulled her up and
wrapped his fingers around the hem of her camisole, and tugged it up her body. Her brain shied, but her arms gladly raised to let him pull it over her head and fling it away. His eyes scorched her as he murmured, "Gorgeous."

He put his mouth back on her skin
, dragging it over her breasts, her abdomen, and she felt the vibrations from him as he growled, "Jaysus, I want t' devour every...single...
inch
of ye."

He pushed her back into the pillows and laved her navel with kisses, dipping his tongue in and out, then moved lower, his ragged breaths moistening h
is way to her hot, liquid center.

He kissed her there, through white lace, wetting the already wet slip of silk
. He opened his mouth wide, cupping her mons, giving her the length of his tongue, pressing, pressing.

She was slowly going mad, trembling and hitching, lifting her pelvis to him, begging
. He tugged the slip of fabric from her and sat back on his heels, straddling her legs, drinking in her nudity.

"
Ah, Spitfire. So beautiful...sweet...incredibly sexy. I love yer creamy skin, yer fiery curls." He dragged a finger from her throat to her pubic hair as he spoke huskily. "And yer cute little freckles." He kissed the ones on her nose and chest.

His sex lay heavily in his shorts
. He moved over her, but she pushed him back, givin into her impatience to see and feel and taste.

"
Uh-uh, hot stuff," she said, her voice thick with desire. "My turn."

His eyes glittered with the
smile that twitched on his lips, and he murmured, "Yeah. Knew it. Spitfire."

She slowly pushed him to the bed, climbed her way up his glorious body, and straddled him as he had her
. Her mouth and tongue danced over him, making him clench under her as she licked and sucked his neck, his flat, male nipples, pebbled hard and standing out in stark relief on his chest. She nipped and soothed, dragging first her breasts, then her mouth down his flat belly, tracing that tantalizing line of hair that had haunted her hottest dreams.

She dragged
his shorts down over his hips, catching them on his straining erection. It flipped from the waist band and slapped heavily onto his belly. She hauled the boxers the rest of the way down his legs, kissing and licking and tasting as she went.

When that last scrap of clothing lay on the floor
, she licked her way back up, open-mouthed, her hot, moist breath blazing the path for her greedy, mobile tongue. She reached the junction of his thighs and allowed herself her reward.

She
had never felt so bold, so free to savour. She hummed her pleasure at his willingness to let her play, to enjoy.

The tip of his
proud cock glistened with moisture. Her mouth watered, fascinated as she watched the thick vein running up the length of it pulse. She traced it from root to tip with first one finger, then all of them, cupping his heavy, tight sac as she stroked. His balls were so contracted, they rode the base of his cock.

He was propped up on his elbows, watching every move she made, his
breath laboured, his eyes smouldering. She looked up from her ministrations and smiled at him, watching those intense eyes as she lowered down, and slipped her lips around the tip of his straining need.

He threw his head back and groaned,
"Jaysus, Laura."

Slowly,
he dragged his head forward, and his eyes fixated on what she was doing to him. Watching his face tighten and flush, she slowly swallowed him to the base, and equally slowly, drew her lips back to the tip, swirling her tongue all the way. His sweet pre-ejaculate pearled as she flicked the tip of her tongue over the tip, then laved the head fully, around and around, her fingers dancing up and down his shaft, glorying in the heady power she held over him.

His legs began to tremble and he sat up, gripping her hair, panting
. "Laura, love. Ye've got t' stop. I can't…I'm near t'…not yet!"

His big hands hooked her under the arms and
dragged her up to clutch her to his body, one hand wrapped tight across her back, the other gripped into the hair on the back of her head. He tucked her face into his neck, and breathed deep, holding her cradled to him. She could feel his pulse hammering against her lips, and she played them softly over it, feeling it gradually slow to a less frantic pace. Then he rolled them, pinning her to the bed, and raised his head over hers. He nudged her legs apart and took his weight on his knees between them, and his cock bobbed heavily just inches from her quivering sex.

"
Ah, Spitfire. Ye're in fer it now."

His
piercing blue eyes promised her heaven, and she thought
God, yes Kane. Do anything. Everything. Just do it now!

Those eyes
. Those heart stopping green, glowing witch's eyes looked up at him, and unleashed him. The restraint he was so carefully keeping a hold of was gone. He had been living the life of a monk for over five years, five years of grief in which he never thought to have these feelings again. And aside from an occasional date with his right hand, he had been celibate. But one look at a beautiful redhead in a quiet pub, and all the grief dissipated like so much mist in the sun.

W
ith a growl, he dove. He hooked his arms under her knees, spread her legs high and wide, and plunged his tongue into her plump lower lips. She arched up off the bed with a sharp cry, fisting her hands into his hair. He slowed then, wanting to draw out every moment, wanting to be good for her, to be everything for her.

His breath fann
ed over her as he tenderly outlined her femininity with his tongue. He spread her lips, nuzzling his nose into her fragrant auburn curls. His tongue lapped at her over and over, drawing soft, sobbing mews from the back of her throat. Every whimper from her lips shot straight to his heavy balls. He dipped deep into her, then withdrew, dragging his tongue up across her sensitive nub, making her twitch and quake. He lifted her bottom off the bed, bringing her up to meet his face, and drank from her, rocking both their bodies in rhythm with his tongue.

"
Oh, ohhhh Kane," she moaned. "Baby, stop. Baby. Stop! It's too mu..uch...ah...I can't…I don't…"

Her
fingers gripped tightly into his hair, her body tightened under his hands and mouth, growing wetter, tauter, her ass lifting off the bed to push her sweet pussy even deeper onto his mouth. She exploded, gushing, crying out over and over, his face buried between her quivering thighs, his tongue lapping up her juices, soothing her quaking core as spasms of aftershocks rocked through her body.

When her shudders subsided, h
e kissed his way back up her belly and chest, to tenderly take her parted lips with his fragrant ones.

"
Holy Mother of God. What was that?" she groaned.

"
That, my darlin' Laura, was one beautiful orgasm."

He propped his head on his hand and grinned at her, very, very pleased with her
. And himself.

"
Well, what the hell?" she whispered brokenly. Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. Her lips trembled and she bit down on them.

"
Laura, what is it? Jaysus. Did I hurt ye? Sweetheart. Talk t' me."

She shoo
k her head.

"Baby, look at me."

The side of her face pressed into the pillow.

"
Laura. Baby. Give me those eyes."

Her
head turned to him and her misty eyes focused on his. "You didn't hurt me," she whispered. "It's just that I've never…I haven't…I didn't know that it could be like that."

"
Baby," he breathed, awareness dawning. "Ye don't mean ye've never had an orgasm."

She choked out a weak
laugh. "It would seem that, indeed, I have not. I'm almost thirty-nine years old and have given birth to three children, and I've never had an orgasm. I always thought I had, but...I never...knew. God! I feel like such a fool." She turned her head away from him again, shock and embarrassment rolling from her.

"
Laura, love. Eyes." He touched her chin with his fingers and she gave them back to him.

"
Ye're the most glorious, sexy woman I've ever met. And whatever has happened in yer past is over. Today is the beginning. And it'll only get better."