Page 57 of Bound to a Warrior
His fingers teased her gently before even attempting to penetrate her, though she seemed eager, arching against his hand, as if taking command, as if forcing more from him.
He wrapped his leg over hers to still her some and then he moved to claim her mouth once again. After a kiss that left her chest heaving, he asked, “Tell me this is what you want. Tell me you have no doubt. Tell me this is meant to be between us.”
Her dark blue eyes sparkled like the finest sapphire as she said, “Must you ask? Can’t you feel how much I want you?”
“I won’t take unless you give freely, willingly, lovingly,” he said. “It is yours and yours alone to give. The choice must be yours, but know when it is made thatyoubelong to me andIbelong to you. I’ll have it no other way.”
She hesitated, her blue eyes dimming and he decided then, at that moment, he would not let her escape him, not let her fear prevent her from finding pleasure and love.
His thumb moved to massage the nub between her legs and her eyes turned bright and her breath caught.
“A taste of what awaits you, though I much prefer my tongue in place of my finger.”
She gasped and shook her head. “I can’t think.”
“I don’t want you to,” he whispered. “I want you simply to enjoy.”
She shook her head.
“I’ll stop, if that is what you want,” he said and slowly drew his hand away.
“No,” she protested, grasping hold of his arm. “It’s just that—” She stopped as if unable to go on.
He kissed her slowly and let his finger drift over her nub once again, though faintly, a reminder of the pleasure that awaited her.
“What stops you?” he asked softly. “We are here alone with no fear of intrusion. It’s our time. Surrender.”
It disturbed him that there was a touch of sadness in her eyes. Why would she feel sadness when there was only pleasure to be had? He didn’t know, but he did know that he wanted to wipe all her sadness away. He wanted her to see how it could always be between them.
He tenderly kissed her cheek and whispered, “We are meant to be, that’s all that matters.”
He caught a flash of joy in her lovely eyes and he hated when it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. But then if it appeared once, though only briefly, he could make it appear again and again until finally it remained.
He looked in her eyes and whispered, “Let me love you.”
Her breath caught and joy shined once again in her blue eyes, and for a moment longer than before. His manhood not only swelled, but so did his heart. Damn, but she had worked her way inside him and had taken command of every part of him.
Damn, but he loved this mighty, petite woman like he never imagined possible.
He brushed his lips across hers, then said, “And love me in return.”
She cupped his face in her hands. “Always and forever.”
His heart swelled near to bursting as did his manhood. But forget them both, for it was her eyes that affected him more deeply than anything. There was a sustainable joy in her lovely blue eyes that made him realize that she loved him. She actually loved him and nothing could make him feel so wonderfully alive.
“I’m going to make love to you all night,” he said.
“We’ll be too tired to travel in the morning,” she said with a hint of a giggle.
“Then we’ll spend another day here or, no maybe three.”
“As long as I have this night with you, nothing else matters,” she said and kissed him.
That was all he needed. His mouth joined hers and the night began.
Chapter 18
Mercy surrendered everything, her heart, her mind and her passion. Remembering her mother’s warnings about never surrendering completely to a man had caused her to hesitate. Had caused her to question whether intimacy with this man would be a wise choice. Then Duncan had said the unexpected.
