Kisses and Scandal (A Survivors Series Anthology ) - Shana Galen Page 0,56

put her arms around him, kissing him slowly and thoroughly. Her lips traced his, then nudged his mouth open. She teased and taunted until he was so hard he had to lean back to alleviate some of the pressure. She tumbled down with him, pushing her hands through his hair and locking her knees about his hips.

He didn’t reach for the fall of his breeches. He’d got her with child once, and he wouldn’t make that mistake again. Instead, he ran his hands up and down her shift, learning the new curves and revisiting the old. Loosening the ribbon of the chemise, he tugged it down and bared her breasts. As he’d imagined, they were larger, the nipples plumper. He took one in his mouth, and she moaned and pressed her sex against him. It was his turn to moan. As he licked and sucked, she ground against him, causing the sweetest torment.

He took her other breast in his mouth and slid his hands to the hem of her shift. His fingertips grazed her calves and her knees, then up her silky thighs to her plump buttocks. Her eyes opened as he cupped her thighs, and she met his gaze as he slid his hand to the junction of her thighs and the dewy curls nestled there.

He licked her nipple again. “May I touch you here?” His hand brushed over the curls.

“Yes.”

Suddenly, he rolled her over. She gave a little shriek before covering her mouth. Then he had her under him. He looked down at her large, dark eyes, her pink cheeks, and her rosy nipples. His hand found the dewy curls again and skated over them. She moaned.

“Shh.” He kissed her and moved against her again. She pressed back, welcoming his touch and bringing him into contact with her slick folds. He found her nub of pleasure and, sliding one finger down and over it, entered her. She tightened around him almost immediately, arching to bring him deeper.

He repeated the exercise until they found a rhythm. She was panting, and a sweat had broken out on his brow as he struggled to keep himself in check. He used his tongue to mimic the movements of his hand. Her own tongue tangled with his quickly or slowly, deeply or shallowly, showing him what she wanted.

When her hand clenched on his back, her fingers pressing into the flesh there, he knew she was close. Her hips pumped, and she turned her face into the pillow, and her muscles clenched around his finger. Her climax seemed to last for minutes until she finally took a hitching breath and her hands fell to her sides.

He withdrew his hand and tried not to crush her. He would have liked to lay beside her, but the damn bed was too narrow. He pushed her hair back from her face and kissed her eyes. She opened them and gave him a lazy smile.

“It’s been a long time, I think,” he said.

“A very long time.”

“For me as well.”

Her eyebrows rose. “I should do something about that.”

He shook his head and held her in place. “Not tonight. Tonight, I just want to hold you.”

She gave him a look of surprise, but didn’t protest when he shifted to lie on his side. She turned on her side and pressed her face against his chest. He knew most men would have taken her up on her offer. It was tempting. He’d taught her how to use her mouth, and he knew she could please him—more than please him. But he’d been alone for so long. He’d been running for so long, and he hadn’t realized how much he missed holding a woman. How much he missed the companionship of a long conversation. How tired he was of his cold, lonely bed.

She was warm and smelled faintly of orange blossoms. Her skin was soft where he rubbed a hand over it. Soon, her breathing grew deeper and more even. She slept in his arms, and he was more content than he’d been in years.

BRIDGET AWOKE IN HER own bed. She remembered Caleb waking her, helping her dress, and escorting her back to her own room. It wouldn’t do for her to be seen coming out of his chambers in the morning. But she hadn’t slept well after she’d come back to her room. She’d slept much better pressed against him in the tiny bed. She liked the way the hair on his chest tickled her cheeks and the way his hands