cunny,” he murmured. “And no doubt delicious.” His wicked words and the wash of his hot, humid breath against her sensitive flesh made her shiver. And then he lowered his head and flicked her sex with his tongue.
Olivia bucked. Stars burst behind her eyes. She’d never imagined . . . she’d never dreamed . . .
Her thoughts disintegrated and scattered as Hamish applied himself to the task of pleasuring her most intimate parts with his fingers and mouth. Every teasing stroke, every tiny lap, every delicate suckle and kiss drove her higher and higher. Moaning, she sank her fingers into his hair, spread her legs, and undulated her hips, a mindless, writhing creature seeking untold bliss beneath his mouth.
When Hamish shifted his weight, propping himself onto one elbow, Olivia fluttered her eyes open and glanced down the length of her body. With his dark head between her thighs, she couldn’t quite see what he was doing, but she sensed he’d grasped his member with one hand. His shoulder and arm were moving, pulsing as though he’d begun to stroke himself. Oh, she wanted to do that. Work him. Pleasure him. Take him in her mouth again until he spent his seed . . .
Hamish’s tongue flickered against one excruciatingly sensitive part of her sex at the apex of her folds, and Olivia cried out and clutched his head. She was so close, so very close to heaven. Hamish groaned against her, his breath a hot, teasing gust, and the thought that he was about to reach that same wonderful place, too, was her undoing. All at once she came, releasing a cry of joy as ecstasy rushed through her in a great, pulsating wave.
When she opened her eyes, it was to discover Hamish gasping and shuddering and cursing beneath his breath. She raised herself onto her elbows and watched in fascination as his seed erupted onto the folds of his discarded banyan.
Then he slumped to the floor, his abdomen and chest heaving.
Olivia slid alongside him and brushed damp tendrils of hair away from his forehead. “Thank you, Hamish,” she murmured, then dropped a kiss on his brow, “for giving me my first taste of pleasure.”
He cracked his eye open and stroked her face. “No. Thank you, lass. This encounter was everything I could have hoped for and more.”
“So . . . so does that mean we can do it again?”
Hamish sat up. The firelight gilded the strong line of his powerful back. The side of his face. A muscle twitched in his stubbled jaw.
She dared to place a hand upon his shoulder. “Join me, in my bed,” she whispered. “We can do more. You . . . you can put yourself inside me and take my maidenhead. Spend outside my body like you just did if you d-don’t want to get me with child. Or use a sheath. Just like you do with all your other lovers—”
But Hamish was shaking his head. “No. I won’t take that risk with you, Olivia. I thought I’d been careful in the past, but clearly accidents happen. Tilda could be mine.”
Even though they sat by the fire, it felt as though a cold draft swept through the room. Olivia was conscious of the crackle of the fire and the ever-present crash of the sea and the winds battering Muircliff’s walls. “But yesterday, you almost took me in your study. You . . . you even suggested you could withdraw,” she persisted, even as her confidence began to falter.
He turned his head to catch her gaze. His whole demeanor had changed. His eye glimmered with a hard, cold light. “It was a momentary loss of reason. I can assure you it won’t happen again. This, what we just did, is all I’ll ever permit.”
“But . . . but even if there were an accident, would it be so bad, Hamish? Isobel isn’t having her Season anymore, so it doesn’t matter if I’m increasing.” She curled her fingers around his arm. “I . . . I would love to bear your child . . . if you chose to give me one, that is . . .”
Hamish stood abruptly and draped her discarded robe over her naked shoulders. “I’ve told you before, lass,” he said gruffly, bending to snatch up his own soiled robe. “I don’t want an heir.”
“You’re not like your father.”
Hamish froze. Then straightened. His empty fist clenched and unclenched at his side.
Oh, no. Had she gone too far?
He stared down at her. His