So I Married a Sorcerer (The Embraced #2)(71)

His hand shot out to grasp her ankle.

She gasped as a surge of emotion blasted through her body. Desire. Longing. He wanted her. He wanted her something fierce.

He moved closer. “Are you all right? Did you have another vision?”

“Nay, I…” she answered in Eberoni, then switched back to Tourinian. “I didn’t see anything.” Since she knew his identity now, she doubted she would see any more of his memories. But why had she felt his emotions? Normally her gift only worked with things that were hidden.

Of course. The answer clicked inside her. He’d been trying to keep his feelings for her a secret.

“Ack!” she cried out when he suddenly hauled her into the pool. “What are you—”

His mouth clamped down on hers.

She was so surprised she didn’t know what to think or how to respond. With a strangled cry, she broke the kiss. “Wait.” She gasped for air. “Why…?”

He cradled her face in his hands. “You said you loved me.”

Her cheeks grew hot. She could hardly deny her own words. “That doesn’t mean you should—” She glanced down and saw her green skirt up to her armpits, floating around her in the water. “Oh goodness.” She tried pushing it down.

“Allow me.” He pushed the skirt down in the back and fumbled with the drawstring.

“What are you—” She huffed when he lifted the wet skirt over her head and tossed it onto the rock. “I didn’t say you could—”

“This, too.” He quickly unlaced the green velvet vest and dragged it down her arms.

With her arms pinned down momentarily, she glanced down and winced at the wet blouse and shift now molded against her breasts. She ducked down a few inches. “Rupert, I thought we were going to talk.”

“Sweetheart.” He threw the vest onto the rock. “Don’t you know when you’re being ravished?”

Her mouth fell open. “I don’t recall agreeing to that.”

“Then I’ll ask.” He pulled her tight against him.

Her hands landed on his bare chest, then she withdrew them a few inches, curling them into fists.

“Brigitta.” He cupped his hand around the back of her head while he planted soft kisses across her brow. “Sweetheart.” The tip of his nose glided down her cheek, then he nibbled a path to her ear.

She shivered, and her hands slowly uncurled.

He nipped at her earlobe, then whispered, “Would you like to be ravished?”

Her knees grew weak, so she grabbed on to his shoulders.

“Is that a yes?” His nose brushed back across her cheek toward her mouth.

“I-I’ll consider it.”

“Take all the time you need.” His mouth took hers, gently savoring and coaxing her until the world swirled around her, and time seemed to slow to a halt.

All that was left was Rupert. His mouth against hers, sweetly molding her and making her melt. His hands touching her neck, stroking her back, and sending delicious shivers along her spine. His chest pressed against her, making her breasts feel so achy and full that she finally gave in to a desperate need building inside her. With a moan she rubbed her breasts against his chest.

He groaned against her mouth. His hand moved down her shift all the way to her rump, then he pulled her hard against him.

She gasped as something hard jabbed at her. But as soon as her mouth opened, his tongue slipped inside.

“What?” She pulled back. “What was that?”

His eyes glimmered with a golden heat. “Shall we continue with the ravishing?”

“I…” Did he intend to do more than a passionate kiss? “Are you planning to do more strange things with your tongue?”

His mouth twitched. “Definitely.”

“I—” She glanced down. “I think there’s something in the water. A turtle, perhaps. I’m afraid it’ll bite me.”

“It’s a damned cock. It doesn’t bite.”

She inhaled sharply. That was him? Her cheeks blazed with embarrassment.

“Would you like to investigate for yourself?” He took her hand from his shoulder.

“No!” She jumped back, pulling her hand away. “I mean, I’m not ready…” She paused when she realized his gaze was riveted to her chest. Unwittingly, she’d moved into shallower water, and now her breasts were showing. Her wet blouse and shift were glued to her skin, the nipples tight and protruding.

“Come here,” he growled, pulling her back into another kiss.

Longing. She felt his emotions flow through her, mixing with her own desire until she could no longer tell which of them was the more desperate.

When he deepened the kiss, she opened her mouth, and this time she welcomed his invasion. He explored and stroked her tongue, encouraging her until she was kissing him back. Heat built inside her until she dug her fingers into his shoulders and squirmed against him.

He clamped a hand on one of her breasts, squeezing and flicking a thumb over the hardened nipple. When she shuddered, he whispered, “Do you want more?”

“Aye.”

He grasped the hem of her shift, then pulled it and the blouse over her head. The wet clothing landed with a plop on top of her skirt.

Good goddesses, she was naked. She barely had time to acknowledge it before he tugged her back into an embrace. Her breasts against his chest, bare skin touching, sent a wave of sensation hurtling through her. Each breath he took pressed against her.