Love Redeemed by Sorcha Mowbray Page B

we should take you out and let all of London see you.”
    “Oh.” She appeared daunted by the notion of venturing into society on his arm.
    He hauled her against his chest and ravished her mouth. Driving his tongue into the wet cavity, he stroked her teeth and over the hard palette.
    Separating to catch their breath, he looked deep into her eyes and experienced a wave of pure emotion unlike anything previous. Sweeping her into his arms, he walked to the settee and lowered her legs. Her breath hitched, causing her chest to rise and fall in a sensual heave designed to torment him. His gaze wandered over her collarbone, and the urge to nibble and taste her there made his knees weak.
    Lowering his head, he sprinkled light kisses from her jaw down to that oh so tempting ridge. He sucked on the prominent edge as though he could draw the marrow through her skin. Her moan cut through the haze of lust and helped him resume his oral exploration. Deft fingers unlaced her bodice letting it droop to expose her linen-clad breasts. Such lush curves on his woman. He molded one with his hand, while the other one gripped her bottom and pinned her to his hips.
    With a slow, taunting grind of her pelvis, his control snapped. He loosened her petticoats and shoved them down her hips. “You women wear too many bloody clothes,” he mumbled in frustration as he ripped at the laces of her corset. If he had a knife, he’d cut the damned thing off.
    “One could say much the same of men.” Her breathy rejoinder slithered over his ragged patience. At last, the corset came loose leaving nothing but the fine linen chemise as a barrier. In a single swift motion he ripped the fabric right down the center leaving the frayed edges at her sides and her breasts exposed. “Brennan!” She pushed at his shoulders. “That was my good chemise.”
    “I’ll buy you another one.” He growled and trapped her arms at her sides ceasing her feeble display of resistance. Mine . He latched on to one breast and sucked the hardening peak into his mouth. Still, she writhed in his arms as though struggling until a sexy little whimper escaped. He released her arms to better hold her while she gripped his head and urged him closer.
    Yes, she belonged to him. She responded like no other. He switched to her other side to lap and nibbled the twin tip. She had such fantastic nipples, long and made for a man’s mouth. His cock throbbed as it chafed against his trousers. After retreating a step, he peeled off his clothes in the span of a few heartbeats.
    She shed her ruined chemise and sat with her legs splayed on the settee in an obvious erotic pose. He lunged toward her, crazed with lust. Dropping to his knees, he spread her glistening folds and slipped his tongue over the engorged flesh. Her tangy sweetness burst over his taste buds zinging straight to his groin. The tightening of his balls was painfully exquisite. “Play with your nipples while I sip from your body…your deliciously sinful body.”
    She groaned, but followed his directions. A heady rush of pleasure at her small submission flowed through him as he returned to licking her pussy. Surrounded by her sweet smell and decadent flavor, he knelt and immersed himself in the woman he loved with no place else he’d rather be. Sliding two fingers into her soaked core, he fingered her in time with the pulsing sucks of his mouth on her clit. Her hips thrust into his hand and face as she sought to quicken the pace. No. It was his orgasm to gift her, and he would not let her take control. He used his free hand to press her hips into the cushion and still her movements. Her panting evened out as he waited for her to settle.
    “Slide to the edge of the couch.”
    She complied again. Moving her bottom to balance at the edge of the cushion, she leaned her head against the back of the furniture. Satisfied, he resumed his ministrations. Collecting as much of her cream as he could, he removed his fingers and dragged them down