She had to be dead and this had to be Heaven. She pinched herself. Nope. This wasn’t Heaven, she felt pain.
Those were wonderful ideas. “Maybe,” she said, feeling like she might cry or leap around the rocks with happiness, “I will do it all.” She could help Cook cook, give some of the servants the night off, even if it meant her doing some serving. As the lady of the castle, she could get whatever anyone needed.
She stared into his lightning-colored eyes and vowed to give him whatever he wished for “that won’t land us in hell.”
He gave her a worried look. “Like what?”
She giggled into her hand. “I’ll let you know if it ever comes up.”
“’Tisn’t kissing you, for you let me kiss you already.”
He leaned forward and kissed her, parting her lips gently with his tongue.
All that touched her was his lips. It sparked lightning in her everywhere else. She wanted more and broke their kiss to sigh when he put his arm around her and gently pulled the back of her against his chest. She had to turn her face upward to kiss him, and she did so happily. She let him seduce her with his lips, his teeth, and one hand moving from behind her to cup her upstretched throat and then lower to her breast. His fingers disappeared beneath the lace and tugged at her nipple.
Kes groaned and he rubbed the taut nub until her knees parted.
“Nicholas, I’m not…I’m not a virgin.”
He stopped for a moment, leaving Kes to wonder if he’d take back his proposal.
“Neither am I,” he admitted.
Goodness, he relieved her at every turn. It was as if nothing fazed him—except her name. How would he feel about the Lancasters after the last Yorkist king was killed? Would he want her around him then? He said he’d never change his mind, but just how deeply did he hate her ancestors?
“Then there is no judgment,” she whispered. “Only pleasure.”
“Only pleasure,” he agreed with a lazy smirk before his lips covered hers again.
This time, he used both hands to expose and cup her breasts. He kissed her upside down and spread his rough palms over her flat belly to the small triangle of hair beneath her panties.
Her legs opened with a will of their own. Beneath her, she could feel his erection in his wet breeches. She pulled free of his embrace and turned to tug the laces with her teeth. His huge, hard cock sprang forward.
He moaned, deep and guttural. The sound heated her blood. She turned her head and opened her mouth to him. He drove himself into her but stopped just before she would gag.
He pushed her down gently and pulled down her underwear. She watched him, eager for him, while he pulled out of his breeches.
Poised above her, she nearly wept looking at him. He spread her with his knees and pushed against her wet opening. When she resisted slightly, he slipped his hand under her and cupped her bottom. He heaved himself up on his knees, taking her with him. He moved her under him, and she held on, unable to do much else as he eased his way into her and they rode his deluge together.
Much to her surprise and delight, he only required five minutes to recuperate before he was ready again. This time, she took control and made him sit up against the slick rocks. He held on with his arms over the ledge behind him and waited for her.
Did she just purr? She couldn’t wait to straddle him. Coy was not in her twenty-first century vocabulary. She flung her leg over him and let him impale her.
He cried out and lifted his hips, taking her deeper, almost tossing her off. But she wouldn’t let go. She felt small in his arms and lifted herself off him then back down until he had her gyrating like a flame atop him, her cries echoing through the cavern.
They rested but not for long as the water, without the sun on it, was cold and they soon began to shiver.
She let him clean her, rubbing her and licking her swollen lips.
“We need to find a priest,” he ground out. “I want you in my bed tonight.”
Kes wanted to be there as well. She loved being at Walter’s, but she was ready to go back to Scarborough. Two hours ago, she wanted time for both of them to think about what they were doing. Now, they’d done it and she thought about it enough. She wanted to be with Nicholas.
When they were done dressing, she put her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. “I never thought I’d find anybody like you. I’d become caustic when it came to men and cynical of love. Everything is so complicated in that century. But not you. Oh, I’m sure even here, you’re still a rare kind of man. How I mean anything to you at all, I don’t know.”
“No?” he asked, tightening his arms around her waist. “You do not think yourself interesting and humorous, beautiful and ravishing?”
She laughed, dipping her breath to his shoulder. “No, I don’t.”