Page 80 of The Guardian
As his mouth and tongue traveled over her belly and down her hip, a sliver of unease crept into the swirl of sensations that swamped her. Her unease grew by a giant leap when he lifted her knee and she felt the bristle of his whiskers and the wet warmth of his open mouth on the inside of her thigh.
Tension mounted inside her as his mouth drew closer and closer to her center. Surely, he wasn’t going to kiss her there. Her breathing grew shallow as he moved up, inch by inch. She was at his mercy, and she didn’t care. Wherever he was taking her, she wanted to go.
Oh God! When he kissed her there, between her legs, her body jerked—whether from shock or because she was so sensitive, she didn’t know. He groaned and tightened his hold on her thighs.
He ran his tongue over her, sending surges of pleasure through her that had her gripping the bedclothes in her fists. She tried to form the words to protest, but the sounds that came from her throat only seemed to encourage him to do more.
And the more he did, the more she never wanted him to stop.
She gripped the bedclothes tighter and held on for dear life as the tension built and built inside her. When she could stand no more, she strained against his hold.
But he was relentless. She came in pounding waves that blinded her.
Before she could catch her breath, he was on top of her. His hands were fisted in her hair, his ragged breath was on her face, and his eyes were dazed, unfocused. His chest pressed down on her sensitive breasts. But what had her attention was his manhood pressing against the sensitive place his mouth had been a moment before.
Of their own volition, her hips rose to meet him. He made a guttural sound deep in his throat and surged forward—but just as she felt him start to push inside her, he halted.
His face was strained as he looked down at her, blinking as if he had stepped into the light from a dark, dark place.
He lifted himself off of her slowly, as if he were pulling himself against a rushing current, and lay beside her.
When she turned to face him, he brushed the hair back from her face. Something had changed in him. The urgency of a few moments before was banked, though she sensed it still burned hot just beneath the surface.
“I’ve never bedded a virgin before, so I don’t know how much this will hurt ye,” he said. “Are ye frightened?”
She shook her head; it was mostly true.
Her gaze dropped to his groin, and she felt her eyes go wide as she got a good look at his shaft.
“Ach, it’s bigger than I expected,” she said, unable to take her eyes from it. “Will it fit?”
He chuckled deep in his throat and lifted her chin with his fingers. “Like a glove. We were made for each other.”
She tilted her head to the side to take another look. “I’m no so sure…”
“Where’s my brave lass?” he asked, with a smile in his eyes. “Do ye want to touch me?”
When she didn’t answer, he said, “Come, give me your hand.”
He sucked in his breath as he ran her fingers slowly up his shaft. It was strange how it felt rock hard at the same time that the skin was silky smooth. It was wet at the top.
“See? Nothing to be afraid of,” he said, his voice strained.
When she looked up at Ian’s face, he looked in pain.
“Does that hurt?” she asked as she stroked up and down, more firmly this time.
“It doesn’t… pain me… exactly. But I can’t stand it long, not until after I’ve had ye the first time.”
She nodded, taking this in.
“Sit up, lass,” he said, pulling her up. Then he dropped to his knees on the floor and pulled her to the edge of the bed so that her knees were on either side of his hips.
When he enfolded her in his arms, she was acutely aware of his shaft pressing against her. He kissed her face and leaned down to kiss the side of her throat. Then he gave her a slow, lingering kiss, his tongue moving in and out, exploring her mouth. The ache between her legs grew as he moved his hips back and forth, causing his shaft to move with exquisite slowness against her.
He covered her breasts with his hands, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fingers as he continued moving against her. She felt spineless, hardly able to sit up. His shaft slid easily because she was so wet, but Ian didn’t seem to mind.
He leaned back, and she felt the heat of his gaze on every intimate part of her. It made it hard to breathe.
