He was devastated.
Somehow they made it down to the sofa, and she was pushing him back and crawling over him. She was running her hands over his chest and around to his back. Her fingers left fire in their wake, a hot trail of burning sweetness that seemed to devastate him yet more.
"Touch me, Sean," she murmured. "Touch me like I'm touching you."
She devastated him. He was going to die if he didn't touch her. So, God help him, he touched her.
His hands went everywhere, everywhere they shouldn't, everywhere he wanted. Under her bodice to tease a nipple, to cup a breast when she moaned and asked for more. He was going to die if he didn't taste her, so his mouth followed. He nibbled on her neck, her shoulders. He unbuttoned her dress in back and dragged it down and suckled her, feasted on her.
Corinna wanted more. She'd never imagined she could feel like this. What she'd felt last night when she'd thought she wanted him was nothing compared to this. Nothing. The little ache that she'd felt then was nothing compared to how she ached now. Sean's mouth on her breast felt hot and made her ache everywhere, but especially between her legs, where the ache was exquisite, almost painful, just unbearable. She wanted more.
"Sean," she whispered, "I want you to take me."
"I want to take you," he echoed in a tone so ragged it tore at her heart. "I want all of you." He reversed their positions, climbing over her. He slipped a hand under her skirt and skimmed it up her calves to her thighs. Still he suckled her breasts, one and then the other, a sensation so astounding she was grateful she'd found the courage to act wanton. His fingers felt wonderfully warm on her legs, stroking, inspiring her to touch him more. She ran her hands over his skin, feeling his muscles underneath, and sinewy tendons, crisp hair where he had it and the smooth, soft places where he didn't.
His breathing became as rough as hers, making her heart thunder just to hear it. He moved his hand higher, brushing her curls, cupping her where no one had touched her before. He nibbled up her neck and took her mouth with his again, thrusting his tongue inside while his fingers slowly parted her below and began to stroke. He caught her gasp in his mouth and continued moving his hand, slowly, patiently, stroking her while excitement built until she couldn't keep still, until she couldn't stop a little sound of frustration that came from her throat.
And then he slipped a finger inside her.
"Oh, God, Sean," she breathed. "Oh, yes."
"Sweet, so sweet," he murmured into her mouth. He buried his face in her neck, moving his finger in and out of her. "So hot, so wet, so tight," he whispered against her skin. He did something with his thumb, touched a spot so sensitive her hips bucked off the sofa, and when he lingered there, circling, circling, she felt she might tumble off a ledge.
And then she did. She tumbled and tumbled, over and over, gasping and crying out his name. Sensation rocked her, sprinting along all her nerves, spreading everywhere.
"Sweet, so sweet," he choked out.
She felt dizzy; she felt lethargic. She felt drained, but she wanted more.
She wanted him.
"I want more," she whispered. "I want you."
He lifted his head then, kissed her, and lifted his head again. "Open your eyes, críona." She did, and he met her gaze, his own hazy with desire. He kissed her again and again, little nipping kisses and slow, deep ones. "This is wrong," he whispered, "but it feels so right."
"It is right. Oh, Sean, I still want you."
His gaze held hers for so long, so steadily, she felt she might be lost in it forever. Then he nodded and began tugging up on her dress, gathering it around her waist.
This is it, she thought. Finally he's going to join his body with mine and make me his. Her heart soared with the rightness of it, her pulse pounded, and every inch of her strained to feel him. She reached to help unbutton his trousers, but he moved down instead. He nibbled his way across her jaw and down her throat and past her breasts, nipping and licking her abdomen and her belly and lower, kissing her thighs, little feathery kisses that coaxed her to open them, baring her to his gaze.
And then he was there between her legs, his breath washing over her, hot and heavy. He kissed her there, then touched her lightly with his tongue.
What was he doing? She'd never imagined such a thing. But the pleasure was even more unimaginable. She'd thought she was finished, drained past sensation; she'd wanted only to feel him inside her. But suddenly every fiber of her being was sparking alive again, driving her up once more, crowding every lucid thought from her head. She couldn't think; she could only feel: the incredible heat of his mouth; his tongue, licking slick and unbelievably exciting; the tension building; her body straining toward a peak of passion she feared might tear her apart.
And it did. She splintered into a million shards of sensation, waves rushing, shimmering, making her soar.
Sean felt her tremble, felt her shudder, heard her gasp and cry out his name, and thought it the sweetest moment he'd ever known. He held his mouth to her, savoring the taste of her, a honeyed flavor he would never taste again.
He loved her, and he'd wanted to give her this. He knew there could be only this once, and he'd wanted to give her what he could before it was too late.
He crawled up her body and laid his head against her soft breasts, listening to her heart thunder like his. He wanted her, wanted her more than he'd ever thought possible. She whispered, "Take me, Sean; I still want you," in a tone so desperate, so filled
