“Leaving so soon?”
“Only to escape your lair of deception.”
“Lair of seduction, I believe you were saying.” He leaned back in his chair, and she bit her lip, looking at him. Those soft lips of his were curled in a seductive smile. His eyes gleamed with a deep, carnal hunger.
She turned and hurried towards the door.
“Come live with me, and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove,” he called out.
She stopped where she stood. “That valleys, groves, hills and fields, woods or steepy mountain yields,” she answered without thinking.
One of her favorite poems. He had remembered.
He leaned back in his chair, his gaze roving over her in that familiar fashion that she found so arousing. “And we will sit upon the rocks, seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,” he said.
I’ve got to get out of here, now,she thought.
But instead she heard herself say, “By shallow rivers, to whose falls, melodious birds sing Madrigals.”
He nodded approvingly.
“And I will make thee beds of roses, and a thousand fragrant posies. A cap of flowers, and a kirtle, embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.”
She turned around.
“Oh yeah?” she challenged him. “Do you even know what a kirtle is?”
“No, do you?’
“That’s not the point.”
“Whatever they are, if you want one, I’ll make it for you.” And then it hit her.
It swept over her, just as it had the last time, except that this time she didn’t fight it. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to. Maybe moonrise made Alpha wolves irresistible to all women, but that didn’t matter. Jarrod had always been irresistible to her.
She knew he was probably going to hurt her. Reject her. Leave her lost and lonely and empty. She didn’t care. It would be worth it to be with him again, to feel him moving over and inside her.
His touch was whisper-soft as he undressed her, skimming her dress over her head and leaving her soft, pale flesh exposed to his gaze. He ate up the sight of her with hungry eyes and she reveled in the feeling. How could she feel self-conscious when he regarded her with such naked devotion?
He pushed her gently back into her seat, then sank to the floor and parted her thighs. He kissed the hollow on the inside of her ankle, ran his palm up the smooth, warm flesh of her calf.
He kissed her knee, licked the damp, sticky flesh on the inside of her thigh that was slicked with her juices. His mouth descended on her mound and he kissed her pussy, teasing apart the swollen petals so he could flick his tongue against the hard, tingling nub of her clit. A bolt of sensation shot through her and she thought she’d lose her mind.
She moaned and wriggled, and he pulled back, his breathing harsh and traces of her excitement shiny around his mouth.
“You’re mine, Mary. I knew it from the first time I saw you.”
He worked his fingers against her clit and she fought against the rising tide of excitement that swelled inside her.
“That was just…hormones,” she panted. “Puppy love.”
He rose to his knees and kissed her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth and sending an electric line of excitement straight to her pussy before he said, “Yes. But more than that.”
He gazed up at her with heavy-lidded, lustful eyes. “Who ever loved,” he quoted, “that loved not at first sight?”
Marlowe.
She would have replied, but before she could, he thrust two fingers into her tight channel, rubbing her clit with his thumb until she was groaning and bucking against him.