Lacybourne Manor (Ghosts and Reincarnation #3)(44)
Author: Kristen Ashley

Goddess, even first thing in the morning, just like always, Colin tasted divine.

He, to her extreme pleasure, immediately deepened the kiss

Tearing her mouth away, she realised his hands had settled on her waist. She rained kisses on his eyes, his cheeks, sliding her tongue down the column of his throat to dip it into the space between his jutting collar bones. She felt his hands slide up her sides then in to her back then they separated, one going up between her shoulder blades, one down to cup her bottom, all the while scorching a lazy trail of fire.

She dragged her lips down his chest then she ran her teeth across his nipple while one of her hands went between their bodies to wrap around him and she was thrilled beyond rationality that he was already hard.

She heard his sharp intake of breath.

“Sibyl,” this was a groan but she was beyond responding.

She lurched up, releasing him and running her fingers down his arm, pulling it away from her until she found his hand and as she did she kissed him, again ravenous. She wanted to devour him, her body was on fire for him, and she kissed him hard and hungry as she pressed his hand between her legs, whimpering as his fingers slid against her wet, sensitive flesh.

“I want you, Colin,” she whispered against his mouth, “now.”

The minute he touched her wetness, he understood. Then she watched his lips form a deeply satisfied, even smug, smile. While they did this, he slid a finger inside her.

“Thanks be to the goddess,” she breathed and closed her eyes in rapture as his finger filled her.

At her words, the finger disappeared and he flipped her on her back in one smooth move. Parting her legs expertly, Colin didn’t hesitate, he drove into her.

Sibyl cried out at the ecstasy of it.

Even though it had been only minutes since they started, it felt like she’d waited an eternity for him. She lifted her h*ps to receive his thrusts as she wrapped her arms about his waist, holding onto his tight, muscled behind for dear life, her nails digging in. She buried her face in his neck, tasting him there while one of his arms curled around the top of her head, giving him leverage to pound into her, harder and deeper.

It was glorious.

“Yes,” she purred in his ear. “Harder.” She nipped him there and her h*ps lifted to meet every thrust, each one deeper, sending spirals of desire shooting through her.

He stopped thrusting and started grinding and she caught her breath, ready, right there.

She knew it was going to happen, she knew it was going to be intense, beautiful, like always with Colin, and, right before she exploded, she whispered reverently, “Goddess, Colin, you fit me… perfectly.”

Then she gasped, arched her neck and cried out as everything in the world but the space where their bodies joined was obliterated and she felt the shudders of pleasure course through her with pure, sweet violence.

So consumed was she in her own cl**ax, she missed his but vaguely noted he’d wrapped her legs around his waist in his final moments.

After they both came down, still deep inside her, Colin gave her his weight and both of them lay panting and speechless.

Finally, he came up on his forearms and looked down at her.

“That’s quite a way to combat a morning mood.” His voice was low, sexy and rough with residual desire and his handsome face was soft with approval.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, she felt them immediately replaced with acute embarrassment.

What on earth was she thinking?

More to the point, what was she doing?

She’d just attacked him!

She closed her eyes and turned her face away at the same time she tried to push him off by pressing against his chest. It was one thing for him to buy her body and an entirely other thing for her to attack his.

Goddess, she was a raving wanton! What must he think?

She needed to escape.

She pressed against his chest harder.

He didn’t move.

“Sibyl,” he called.

“Colin,” she said to the wall, her eyes still closed, “Please get off me.”

He still didn’t move.

“Sibyl, look at me,” he demanded.

She shook her head but his hand came to her face and forced her to do as he said.

“Open your eyes,” he ordered.

She did and hers were filled with rebellion mixed with a good dose of humiliation.

“What just happened?” he seemed to see only the rebellion and she knew this because his voice was still low, sexy and rough but his face was no longer soft with approval but his eyes were intense with scrutiny.

“You were touching me,” she explained, her tone accusing, deciding her best course of action was to place blame quite squarely on his very broad shoulders.

“Touching you, yes, seducing you, no. What just happened?”

She shook her head.

“Sibyl,” he was using his smooth, even voice that meant he was close to losing his cool.

“I told you, you were touching me,” she repeated.

He waited but the expression on the hard planes of his face told her it wasn’t patiently.

Sibyl, again, obviously had no choice but to give him what he wanted.

“In a very sensitive spot,” she admitted reluctantly.

At her words, he looked startled. She should have been pleased at that but instead she felt all the more embarrassed.

“A very sensitive spot,” she stressed.

He simply stared at her but the intensity in his eyes was quickly fading to something much less hard and far warmer.

“I get somewhat,” she hesitated, fighting for the right words, “Out-of-control if someone touches me there for any length of time.”

“Does this happen often?” Completely gone was the intensity and in its place was something entirely satisfied and more than a touch amused.

“Never quite like this,” she confessed, his hand on her face had relaxed and she looked away again. “But no one else had done it so,” she hated to say it but there it was, “well.”

He kissed the exposed line of her throat (but not before, out of the corner of her eyes, she caught sight of his mouth twitching) and he murmured against her skin, “I’ll have to remember that.”

“I shouldn’t have told you.”

He lifted his head and, there it was, right there in front of her, his lips were twitching. “You don’t think I would have discovered it eventually?”

“No one else has,” she informed him, straightening her head to look at him again.

And that was when she saw his eyes start dancing with hilarity, absolutely dancing. At that look she lost all embarrassment and became instantly grumpy.