“Ye are temptin’as sin,” he growled, the pitch of his voice settling low in Margaret’s belly.
Heat lickedat her insides as Ryan leaned down. As if her body were moving on its own, she met him in the middle. All the breath was stolen from her lungs when their mouths met.
It tookher a moment before she returned the gesture. Her mind reeled then went blank of everything but Ryan. He consumed all of her senses and lit up every nerve in her body.
After a few secondsof a reserved dance, a push and pull of their lips, she felt the press of his tongue against her mouth. As if on instinct, she opened up to him. Ryan took advantage of it, accepting her invitation and licking her tongue.
The sensation wasunlike anything she’d ever experienced. The heat in her belly, the feeling that had been haunting her since she met Ryan, grew to a fever-pitch. The only thing she could think of was that she wanted more.
She pressed closer to him,her chest flush against his. Each breath he took reverberated through her. Her heart pounded in time with his, and she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck.
Ryan growled into her mouth,his fingertips tightening on her hips. She needed to be closer. Without realizing what she was doing, she lifted her legs, letting them find their hold against his waist.
He cursed into her mouth,nipping at her bottom lip before he started to walk them out of the loch.
His mouthnever left Margaret’s. His sheer strength stoked the fire inside of her. And when he lowered her to the ground, she felt a twinge of disappointment.
“Ryan,”she whispered, holding onto him tightly as he carefully guided them onto the soft grass.
“Margaret,”he said, one of his hands sliding slowly up her side.
Goosebumps erupted on her arms,not from the chill but from intense pleasure. Then, when Ryan grabbed onto the hem of her chemise, she gasped. Her hand shot down, gripping his wrist.
“What are you doing?”she asked, her chest rising and falling with each of her ragged breaths.
“Ye trust me, aye?”he responded, giving her another chaste kiss.
“I do.”
“Good,”Ryan said as he started pushing the fabric further up her thighs. “I told ye I was goin’ to tire ye out, did I nae?”
Margaret didn’t getthe chance to respond. She was exposed before she knew it. She watched, her lips parted as he positionedhimself between her legs. His mouth was level with her center, and when she tried to tighten her knees and cover herself, he pushed them apart.
“Nay, Margaret,”he growled, his voice dripping with what could only be lust. “Ye are beautiful. Let me look at ye. Let me make ye feel incredible.”
“Oh, I… Yes. Please,”she said, realizing that she couldn’t deny him anything right now.
He can dowhatever he wants to me right now. I want him to.
As soon ashe got permission, Ryan kissed the soft inner skin of her thigh. His hands slipped under the wet fabric, fingertips dancing over her stomach. They stopped below the swell of her breasts, tracing their circumference before he covered them with his palms.
Steadily,his mouth moved closer to where she wanted him most. He stopped short, his breath hot over the wetness between her legs. He stared up at her, a wildfire in his eyes.
Margaret whimpered,her hips twitching slightly. When he tightened his hand over her breast, she gasped. Then, he took the pebbled nub of her nipple and rolled it between two fingers.
A high-pitched cryescaped her mouth. She smacked her hand over her lips, trying to keep herself quiet. The last thing shewanted was for anyone to come upon them while she was in such a compromising situation.
“Ach,”Ryan said, extracting one hand from beneath her chemise to expose her lips. “I want to hear ye. Daenae cover yer mouth.”
He waiteduntil she nodded in understanding before he continued. Teasingly, he flicked his tongue through the wetness of her center. Sparks of delight raced through her blood, and she moaned, loud and unrestrained.
Encouraged by her reaction,Ryan kissed her opening. Then, he dragged the flat of his tongue from the bottom up to the top. There, he circled the bundle of nerves that made Margaret dizzy with pleasure.
Heat pooled heavilyin her belly. Her thighs shook with each minute movement he made. She reached down, threading her fingers through his damp hair. As he dove in deeper, her hold tightened, not to pull him away but to keep herself steady.
“Ry—Ryan,”she choked out.
He hummed,and she felt it all the way down to the soles of her feet. He tweaked her nipple, intensifying the sensations that were undulating through her. She whimpered and whined, something coiling in her gut.