his eyes transfix as she repeated the movement.
On the fourth tiny button and peek of lace, his eyes glazed over. “Yes.”
“Good. And Skye?”
“Hmmm?”
“I’m staying.” She loosened the last button holding the dress closed across her breasts and let the dark green material pool at her feet. Leaning up on her toes, Rhiannon threaded her fingers through his dark hair and claimed his mouth.
“Thank God.”
* * * *
She teased him, tormented with the slow reveal of creamy skin until she was covered only by two swatches of black lace. His fingers tangled in her hair, lips brushed the sensitive point just behind her ear while his hands slid around her back to unclasp her bra and toss it aside. It landed on the post of a kitchen chair.
“Nice shot.” She giggled and leaned her warmth into his touch.
“Maybe I’ll leave it there. Conversation piece.” His mouth trailed from her ear down the smooth column of her throat, leaving tiny flames along her skin. He lingered where her pulse beat hot under the skin, reveling in the thrill of what he brought her. Her heart raced for him. Lower still he moved, took the tip of her breast into his mouth and breathed her in. When she arched up seeking more, he lost his shaky hold on control.
“I want your hands on me. Hurry.” Her fingers were urgent, demanding, sliding under his shirt to skin.
“Not here, love. Bed. My bed.”
“You’re shaking. Changed your mind?”
“Not a chance in hell, honey.” Sliding one hand under her knees, Skye lifted her into his arms and carried her down the hall into his bedroom in the back of the house. Somewhere along the way, she managed to peel his t-shirt up and over his head.
He kicked the bedroom door open and then shut. Setting her on her feet by the bed, he yanked the quilt down and let her pull him onto the crisp sheets. Her hands went to his waist, found the button on his jeans, and pushed the material down his hips until nothing was left between them but heat. Shoving them the rest of the way, he kicked them aside.
He ran his hands over her, glorying in the texture of her skin, the taste of her heat, taking all she could give. “Be sure, Rhia. I don’t know if I can pull back from this. Not with you. I want forever. My heart aches for you.”
She pulled him down to whisper through ragged, needy breaths. “I’m sure. Be with me, Skye.” Shifting, she enfolded him and he slipped into her warmth as if they’d made love thousands of times. Her eyes fluttered closed and she laid her heart bare. “I love you. Ever and always, Skye.”
“Look at me, Rhiannon.” Her name was a whisper of velvet on his tongue, both plea and curse.
She fixed her gaze on his and moved with him. Matched his pace and demanded more. Heat threatened to consume her, became a blinding white light as she flew higher. The power of it washed over him; still he held her there, poised on the edge of pleasure until he could feel her heart weep.
“ Mo chroi, mo anum cara .” My heart, my soulmate. “Be mine. Marry me?”
“My heart is yours forever. Yes,” she whispered as they fell over the edge together.
Chapter 8
The peeling tones of Beethoven’s Fifth woke Rhiannon out of a sound sleep. She picked up her cellphone off Skye’s bedside table and hit SEND to answer.
“Hello?”
“Rhiannon?” Kate.
“Yes. I had a late night. Is it Da? Is he?”
The alarm clock buzzed in her ear with the four o’clock alarm Skye had set before they’d dozed off at one. One hand snaked out from under the covers and slammed the sleep button with the flat of her hand.
Skye’s warm arm slid around her bare waist and snuggled her closer. Her heart took a long, slow flip and she settled back into him.
“No. I just wanted to meet with you, if you’ve the time this morning. I figured I’d have to catch you before the pub opened.”
“You’d be right about that. Give me an hour or so?”
“I can be there at six.”
“See you
On the fourth tiny button and peek of lace, his eyes glazed over. “Yes.”
“Good. And Skye?”
“Hmmm?”
“I’m staying.” She loosened the last button holding the dress closed across her breasts and let the dark green material pool at her feet. Leaning up on her toes, Rhiannon threaded her fingers through his dark hair and claimed his mouth.
“Thank God.”
* * * *
She teased him, tormented with the slow reveal of creamy skin until she was covered only by two swatches of black lace. His fingers tangled in her hair, lips brushed the sensitive point just behind her ear while his hands slid around her back to unclasp her bra and toss it aside. It landed on the post of a kitchen chair.
“Nice shot.” She giggled and leaned her warmth into his touch.
“Maybe I’ll leave it there. Conversation piece.” His mouth trailed from her ear down the smooth column of her throat, leaving tiny flames along her skin. He lingered where her pulse beat hot under the skin, reveling in the thrill of what he brought her. Her heart raced for him. Lower still he moved, took the tip of her breast into his mouth and breathed her in. When she arched up seeking more, he lost his shaky hold on control.
“I want your hands on me. Hurry.” Her fingers were urgent, demanding, sliding under his shirt to skin.
“Not here, love. Bed. My bed.”
“You’re shaking. Changed your mind?”
“Not a chance in hell, honey.” Sliding one hand under her knees, Skye lifted her into his arms and carried her down the hall into his bedroom in the back of the house. Somewhere along the way, she managed to peel his t-shirt up and over his head.
He kicked the bedroom door open and then shut. Setting her on her feet by the bed, he yanked the quilt down and let her pull him onto the crisp sheets. Her hands went to his waist, found the button on his jeans, and pushed the material down his hips until nothing was left between them but heat. Shoving them the rest of the way, he kicked them aside.
He ran his hands over her, glorying in the texture of her skin, the taste of her heat, taking all she could give. “Be sure, Rhia. I don’t know if I can pull back from this. Not with you. I want forever. My heart aches for you.”
She pulled him down to whisper through ragged, needy breaths. “I’m sure. Be with me, Skye.” Shifting, she enfolded him and he slipped into her warmth as if they’d made love thousands of times. Her eyes fluttered closed and she laid her heart bare. “I love you. Ever and always, Skye.”
“Look at me, Rhiannon.” Her name was a whisper of velvet on his tongue, both plea and curse.
She fixed her gaze on his and moved with him. Matched his pace and demanded more. Heat threatened to consume her, became a blinding white light as she flew higher. The power of it washed over him; still he held her there, poised on the edge of pleasure until he could feel her heart weep.
“ Mo chroi, mo anum cara .” My heart, my soulmate. “Be mine. Marry me?”
“My heart is yours forever. Yes,” she whispered as they fell over the edge together.
Chapter 8
The peeling tones of Beethoven’s Fifth woke Rhiannon out of a sound sleep. She picked up her cellphone off Skye’s bedside table and hit SEND to answer.
“Hello?”
“Rhiannon?” Kate.
“Yes. I had a late night. Is it Da? Is he?”
The alarm clock buzzed in her ear with the four o’clock alarm Skye had set before they’d dozed off at one. One hand snaked out from under the covers and slammed the sleep button with the flat of her hand.
Skye’s warm arm slid around her bare waist and snuggled her closer. Her heart took a long, slow flip and she settled back into him.
“No. I just wanted to meet with you, if you’ve the time this morning. I figured I’d have to catch you before the pub opened.”
“You’d be right about that. Give me an hour or so?”
“I can be there at six.”
“See you
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