“Very, provided you also remove your trews.”
“You’ve got a deal, but your clothing first.” He crouched, gripped her hem and lifted the fabric. He exposed her body to his hungry gaze, inch by incredible inch. Enticing calves, sweetly curving inner thighs, and a thatch of golden curls covering her mound. He breathed her honeyed scent deep into his lungs, his bear clawing at him as he did. Aye, everything about her called to him, as if she were a piece of his soul and he’d found her again.
“Finlay?” She swayed, braced her back against the rock wall, her palms flattened to its slick, sheer surface either side of her.
“Aye, what do you need?”
The spray showering through the rock misted over her and she licked her wet lips as she smiled at him. “Just you, all of you.”
“As I need you.” Arabel was all he’d ever hoped for in a mate. Feisty and strong, his match in every way. Now, he had her all to himself and he didn’t intend to allow one inch of her body to go untouched, not by his hands or his tongue. He peeled her shift up, over her flat belly and higher until the undersides of her breasts were exposed. His cock filled and lengthened, the head escaping his loosened waistband and poking out. “Hands up, my mate.”
She lifted them and he swept her shift over her head and exposed all of her.
“Hell, you’re so beautiful.” Her creamy skin beckoned and he trailed one finger down her neck and between the valley of her breasts until she arched her back and thrust her breasts out farther. Accepting the offering, he cupped their fullness, weighed them in his hands then eased them together and swiped his thumbs over her beaded nipples. So wet and shiny and hard under the cool, freshwater spray. He licked one nipple then the other and when she whimpered and her knees buckled, he caught her and lowered her to the ground on top of her shift.
“Trews off,” she whispered, the heated look in her eyes capturing his gaze.
“Aye, whatever you ask, I shall do.” He gripped his loosened waistband and shoved his leather pants down his legs and off. He tucked the leather underneath her, adding another layer of cushioning between her and the rock, his cock brushing her belly as he knelt between her spread legs.
Tentatively, she touched the head of his cock, swirled one finger along the slit and caught the drop of pre-come on the tip. She brought it to her lips, within an inch before the spray misting over them washed it away. Smiling, she gazed at him. “I never thought this moment would be possible, that I would be able to touch you so freely, that you and I might lie like this together. I still cannae raise any fire. None will come forth at all. Such a miracle, one I intend to take complete advantage of, and then discover how it occurred. This has never happened to a fire-wielder afore.”
He couldn’t deny the depth of their bond already roaring to glorious life. It was as if he already knew her, as if his soul had connected with hers and claimed her at some other time.
“Finlay?” She reached between them, gently cupped his balls with one hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft with the other, her actions scattering his thoughts once again. “I am yours.”
“Aye, as I am yours.” He leaned in and kissed her, sucked her tongue between his lips and nibbled on her. She moaned into his mouth, tightened her grip on his cock and softly massaged his balls. She had the most exquisite touch, as if she was attuned with his body and knew exactly where he ached for her. His cock hardened further, pulsing with a throb from root to base that warned him he’d need to back off soon or else come before he’d even begun. He eased away, lost the delicious hold of her hands on him but gained her entire body as a platter to be gorged upon. And gorge he would. He couldn’t wait to sample all her sweet body offered. His. Always, his.
Chapter 8
Arabel lost her luscious grip on Finlay’s cock as he eased back and swept his burning gaze over her body. She should be nervous, but that emotion hadn’t once flickered through her. Amazement and desire had taken ahold of her since they’d entered this cavern and wouldn’t let go. Then from the moment Finlay had removed her sark, eased her breasts together and licked her sensitive nipples, a bolt a pleasure had coursed through her and a liquid heat had invaded her core, one fiery burn unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.