She suddenly sat up, pushing herself awkwardly off of us chest. Rhys watched her curiously as she settled back on her knees, still between his legs, and looked at him.
“Then show me everything to that point,” she begged softly. “Show me all you know until the point where men and women couple. Please, Rhys. If nothing else, give me that to remember of you. Give me warm memories of a most miraculous moment to keep against my heart in times when I need such comfort.”
Rhys was a strong man, but he wasn’t made of stone. His emotions and lust had the better of him and he knew it. He propped himself up on his elbows.
“Angel, I cannot,” he said sincerely. “God help me, nothing would please me more. You cannot know how much I want to grant your request, truly. In fact, you do not even have to beg; if there were no consequences, I would have already done it. But I do not believe I am strong enough to stop once we got started. You overwhelm me, lady. I am a weak man in your arms.”
Elizabeau stared at him, her heart pounding loudly against her ribs. Without another word, she stood up and yanked her surcoat off. It went flying, followed almost instantaneously by her shift. Before Rhys could get to his feet, she was standing naked in front of him from the waist up. Startled, and struggling not to let himself be devoured by her alluring nakedness, he went to pick up her shift. The moment he retrieved it, however, she was on him.
“Please,” her hot mouth was against his ear, her luscious body against him. “Please touch me, Rhys. Let me feel your touch once and I shall never ask again. Please.”
He was off-balance and fading fast. “’Tis too cold out here,” he admonished, trying to get the shift up to cover her nude upper body. “Get dressed, angel. It is not the time or place out here in the wild.”
Her arms remained around his neck and she gazed up at him with a wide-eyed look that was both disappointed and suddenly embarrassed. He waited for her to beg him, as it was not in her nature to immediately concede, but she made no such move to plea. In fact, she folded rather easily. He watched her as she lowered her gaze and put an arm across her full breasts, taking the shift from him all in the same movement.
As she fumbled with the shift, he allowed himself a view of her body. An involuntary shudder rolled through him as his eyes devoured her slender torso and full breasts. Her skin was incredibly flawless and he literally had to clasp his hands behind his back to keep from reaching out to grab her.
When her arms went up to pull the shift over her head, he was confronted by a full frontal view of her sensuous figure. He gradually began to lose all sense of control, especially when the shift got stuck on her head and she was forced to wrangle with it. Suddenly, he couldn’t think any longer. All he could see were her rounded breasts and puckered nipples. They were calling to him, taunting him into madness. His hands were moving towards her before he could stop himself.
Enormous hands encircled her rib cage and suddenly, something hot and wet had clamped down on a distended nipple. The shift was still up around her head and Elizabeau yelped in surprise as Rhys virtually swallowed her up in his massive embrace. But her moment of surprise was quickly replaced by a feeling so powerful, so hot, that it fired through her slender body and caused her knees to give way. By then, Rhys had her pulled up against his torso as his lips suckled her nipple furiously. The shift came away from her head and she gasped with the newness of her passion, her arms going about his head to hold him close against her breast.
She couldn’t even speak; she just held him fast against her breast, feeling his lips upon her and weeping softly with joy. His tongue lapped her sweetness, moving from one breast to the other, clutching her so tightly that he was in danger of crushing her. Elizabeau did nothing more than hold him tightly as he ravaged her. It was all she had ever wanted from him and more than she could have possibly imagined. It was magic.
When his head finally did come up, his expression was glazed with passion. They simply stared at one another, afraid to speak, afraid to break the spell.
“Was that what you had in mind?” he breathed.
She blinked. “I… I do not know what I had in mind. I have never… that is, no one has even come close to….”
She trailed off, unable to finish. She was still panting, her deep green eyes watching his mouth rather than staring into his eyes. He bent over and kissed her, so sweetly that she very nearly swooned. When he pulled back, it was to brush a stray lock of hair from her face and study her intently.
“Now get dressed,” he said quietly. “We must return before someone comes looking for us.”