He forced a slight snore, pretending.
“Duncan!” She swatted at him again.
Like a tiger on the prowl, he pounced, and with little effort, she was under him again, gasping. “The teacher says, you are the most beautiful creature alive, and I look forward to our many lessons on making love.” He nipped her nose then caught her lower lip in his teeth. “And if it wasn’t your first time I would take you again right now.” He lowered his face to her neck, playfully tasting the salty aftermath of their passion.
On a moan she asked, “Why let this being my first time stop us?”
“I want you to be able to walk, my love.” His teeth traveled lower.
“If I can’t walk, I’ll need to stay in bed all day.”
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She arched when his lips met her breasts. “Doesn’t sound like a bad idea to me.”
“All day?” he asked.
She felt him grow hard. “I could think of worse things.”
She lost herself in his warmth once again.
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Like a kitten, after lapping up all the cream, Tara stretched her limbs alongside Duncan’s and settled into his arms. Even though the hours of accumulated sleep the night before could be counted on one hand, she couldn’t remember ever being more rested.
He stirred, waking slowly to a beautiful day.
The sun was bright through the window, the rain only a memory. A few smoldering embers gave way to a wispy trail of smoke up the fireplace.
“Good morning, love.” She felt his lips kiss the top of her head.
“Morning.”
They had slept most of the morning away, the sun was already high. “We must make our way back.”
Smiling, she snuggled deeper. “I don’t want to.
Let’s pretend it’s still raining.” An idea formed in her head. “Can you call the rain, like you do fire?”
He pulled her closer. “Not without at least a few dark clouds I’m afraid.”
She lifted her head and gazed at him. “I was joking. But I can see by your face, you’re not.”
“And I can see by your blotched face that I need to shave.” There were scratches on her skin from the evening’s activities. He brushed her cheek with his hand. “I’m sorry to have marred your sweet skin.”
His eyes darkened slightly.
“Why don’t you wear a beard like the other men?”
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His brows drew together. “You told me you preferred a clean shaven face.”
Hiding a grin she confessed, “I lied.” When his face pinched together, she continued. “What I mean is, I thought I liked a clean shaven face, until I saw you with a few days growth. Very sexy! But, I was angry and didn’t want to be drawn to you.”
He lifted up on his elbows forcing her back to the bed. “So I’ve been torturing my face with a blade daily, and you prefer it otherwise.” His voice was strong, but his look was playful.
“Sorry?”
“You should be.”
“I should be punished.” The glint in her eyes betrayed her desired punishment.
“I know the perfect penalty for your offence.” He held his mouth a fraction away from hers, waited for her breath to hold. Anticipating.
“No kisses.” He drew away, as if leaving her side. She caught his arm and pulled him back. “Oh, no you don’t.” She toppled him, straddling his chest.
Her hair cascaded down, framing them both. “That,”
she said, poking his chest with every word, “would be considered cruel and unusual punishment, mister.”
“Now, lass, I deserve to lay out the punishment since you did the lying.”
She sat up giving him full view of her naked body, pulling her hair behind her back. “All right.”
She smiled a siren’s smile, one full of knowledge and power. “Don’t kiss me.” Her hands flattened over his chest, circled his nipples. “But I can kiss...” She dipped her head and her lips led fire down his torso.
He struggled not to move. Her mouth moved lower, tasting along her path. His breath caught when she dropped below his navel, nearing his raging need.
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She won’t kiss me there. The thought escaped his mind and from the look on his face, he didn’t know it. His body shuddered.
“Mmm, what is this?” He wasn’t expecting it, she thought, all the better.
She let Duncan’s body want a bit longer, moved her lips toward the inside of his thigh. He went rigid, his breath caught in his chest when she brushed against him. Longing. Hoping. But not saying a word, either aloud or in his head.
Tara smiled before taking him into her mouth.