Dragon Warrior (Midnight Bay) (14 page)

Only he still wouldn’t let her go. “I see. No, actually, I don’t,” he said. “Why would a woman feel the need to shape her breasts in an unnatural way, and . . . jack them up? It looks very uncomfortable.”

Was this guy for real? She decided she didn’t want to jump in the ocean; she wanted to throw
him
in. “To maintain our youthful figure,” she growled, “after we have a baby and all our parts head south.” Since he wouldn’t let her pop her head up to glare at him, she unthinkingly poked him in his side. “Did you just fly in from another planet or something? Don’t they have Wonderbras in Ireland?”

“Hush, lass,” he said, capturing her hand so she couldn’t poke him again. “Just lie back and listen to the surf. Isn’t it a beautiful evening?”

She couldn’t hear anything but his strongly beating heart because one ear was plastered against his
naked
chest and the other one was covered by his big, strong, wonderfully masculine hand.

“I believe I’ll like living here,” he continued. “This coast reminds me of home.”

Not wanting to be hushed again, and enjoying the lilt of his soothing voice and the heat of his pleasant-smelling chest, Maddy let out a yawn, only she wasn’t able to cover her mouth because he was still holding her hand.

Obviously a very polite man, he decided to cover it for her.

He lifted her chin as he resettled their positions, and brought his lips down over hers, kissing her gently. But then he threaded his fingers through her hair to tilt her head back, apparently so his tongue would have an easier time making deep, delicious love to her mouth.

Every hormone in her body started doing a happy dance again, and Maddy moved restlessly against him. God, she hoped he wasn’t one of those slow and gentle and really considerate lovers. That might be fine halfway through a weekend, but tonight she wanted it fast and hard and . . . dammit, she didn’t need him to be considerate, she needed him
now
.

Maddy reached into her eye-poking Wonderbra—that she was sending back to the company first thing tomorrow with a nasty letter—and pulled out the condom she’d tucked inside it when Eve hadn’t been looking, for just in case she found herself in the backseat of a shiny new pickup with a caveman turned sexy hunk.

But hey, she was flexible, and a moonlit bluff overlooking the ocean worked equally well—though the old canvas tarp left something to be desired.

Maybe she could lie on her skirt.

Better yet, maybe she’d get William to lie on her skirt, and she would lie on him.

She pulled her mouth from his and held the condom up to his face. “Here, you open this, while I open your pants,” she said raggedly, reeling from his kisses as she fought to keep her hormones from exploding—at least until he was inside her.

Oh, God, just the thought of him sliding inside her made her shudder.

She wiggled down his beautiful, barrel-chested torso, unable to keep from running her lips over him as she did—gratified to feel him shudder in response.

God, he tasted as good as he looked.

“Maddy, darling,” she heard him say in a strangled growl, his hands grabbing her shoulders when she started unbuckling his belt.

Not about to let him turn this into another wrestling match, she got right back up in his face. “Here’s the deal, Killkenny,” she ground out. “I haven’t been laid in forever, okay? I don’t want sweet kisses in the moonlight—even though you certainly can kiss—and I sure as hell don’t need an hour of foreplay or any other romantic crap. We’re both consenting adults, we both knew where this evening was headed the moment I asked you out, and I don’t know about you, but I’m about one second away from exploding.”

She grabbed his hand holding the condom and held it in front of his face again. “So just open the damn thing. You want to play touchy-feely; you can touch and feel all you want—
after
.”

She went back to unbuckling his belt, the task made difficult because she was shaking uncontrollably now, either from hormone overload or abject fear he was going to stop her. She unzipped his pants and tried to work them down his hips, only now she was having difficulty because he was really, really aroused—thank you, God.

He finally sprang free and Maddy stopped breathing.

Oh man, she was
so
ready for this.

She wrapped her hands around him with a hum of pleasure, and he said her name in a strangled groan, every muscle in his body tightening in response.

Maddy’s insides clenched with anticipation.

Only she couldn’t decide if she wanted to taste him first, or feel him inside her.

No, dammit, she really couldn’t wait any longer.

And hey, nothing said she couldn’t blow his socks off
after
.

Intending to sensually slide the condom down over him herself—though he certainly didn’t seem to need any more stimulation—she looked over to find him still holding the unopened packet. “Oh, give it to me and I’ll do it,” she said, grabbing it and tearing it open with her teeth. Her happy-dancing hormones turned into a mob of impatient rioters the more she handled him, and her hands shook uncontrollably as she finally got him safely sheathed. She scrambled up to straddle him—fully prepared to push him back down if he sat up again—desperately needing to feel him inside her.

Only he wouldn’t fit!

No matter how she wiggled or moved, she couldn’t make it happen! Whimpering in frustration, she started to grab his hand to make him help her, but suddenly stopped in mid-reach. Prickles of blazing fire scorched her cheeks as she stared into his moonlit eyes filled not with lust but with concern, and the full scope of what she was doing suddenly brought her crashing back to reality.

She pushed off him with a cry of horror to
really
go jump in the ocean.

But he snagged her skirt and pulled her back into his arms, rolling her onto her back with dizzying swiftness. “Shhh, easy, lass,” he whispered, brushing her hair off her face. “There is nothing you can say or
do
or even think, that should ever make you feel the need to run from me, Madeline.” He trailed his lips over her cheeks. “And I swear there is nowhere you will ever be safer than in my arms.” She felt his hand slide up under her skirt, his fingers slipping under the elastic of her panties. He slowly pulled them down her legs, the heat of his broad palm making her shiver. “So let’s see if I can’t help ye finish what ye started, lass,” he whispered.

His empty hand returned, tracing a slow, fiery path back up her leg, and Maddy suddenly realized he hadn’t fit because she’d still been wearing her panties!

“Ye have the softest, silkiest skin,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear as her skirt somehow went the way of her panties. But even as she wondered how he’d managed to unbutton its waistband—considering it had taken her forever to get the damn thing buttoned at home—an involuntary moan erupted from her throat when his hand returned to find the seam of her opening.

He softly toyed with her slickness, and all her rioting hormones snapped to attention, collectively focusing on his finger gently sliding inside her. His thumb brushed across her sensitive bud—ever so lightly and then with increasing pressure—and Maddy almost wept at how wonderful it felt. She bucked upward with a soft cry of delight as she clenched around his salaciously talented finger.

“Come for me, Madeline,” he whispered against her lips, sliding a second finger inside her. “Give me your pleasure, lass.”

His unbelievably talented thumb set a rhythm that sent her flying over the edge before she even knew what was happening, and she came hard and fast and so violently that it tore another scream from her—which William immediately captured by lowering his mouth over hers.

His fingers continued to move inside her; pulling lingering spasms that rocked her gently as his thumb caressed her soothingly. He slowly backed away from their kiss, and she felt him shift beside her—getting to his knees, she thought, her mind still reeling with the force of her orgasm.

He started fumbling with the band of her bra. She wanted to tell him it clasped in the front, but it suddenly loosened all on its own, and Maddy instinctively grabbed to catch it as the cool night air washed over her nipples. Not fast enough, she immediately grabbed her breasts instead, to keep them from falling off her chest. She blinked up at him looming above her kneeling between her open thighs, his broad shoulders blocking the moonlight and making it impossible to see his face.

“Do not hide yourself from me, Madeline,” he said roughly, gently pulling her hands away. “Let the moon bathe your beauty,” he whispered, replacing them with his own large, masculine hands.

And his oh-so-talented fingers gently kneaded her breasts, his thumbs brushing both her nipples at once before he softly pinched them, making her moan in pleasure.

“Now that’s a sound as sweet as any I’ve heard in a while.” He lowered his weight down in order to replace one hand with his mouth, and ran his tongue in a slow circle around her areola before closing his lips over her eager nipple and suckling.

Maddy arched into him with a cry of encouragement. He lavished attention on each nipple in turn, the alternating heat of his mouth and the cool ocean air raising havoc with her senses. She touched him everywhere she could reach, kneading the muscles on his arms and shoulders, as he worked her into such a frenzy that she braced her feet on the ground to lift her hips, and came again just by rubbing intimately against his shaft.

And being the polite and obviously considerate man that he was, he rode the entire explosion outside her; then just as she started to ebb, he eased inside her with one long, smooth stroke that pulled even more clenching spasms from her as she stretched to accommodate him.

He made a guttural sound, lifting up onto his hands and throwing his head back to seat himself even deeper. “Again, Madeline,” he said through his teeth. “Let me feel your pleasure tighten around me.”

Sucking air into her lungs with enough force to crack a rib, she gaped up at him.

That is until he moved. He drew nearly out and drove into her again, and Maddy forgot all about the need to breathe as her mighty hormones snapped back to attention, apparently far more ready than she was for yet another spin around the universe.

He set a rhythm that sent her senses spiraling inward again, tightening into a knot of building tension. But when she dug her fingers into his chest because she really needed something solid to hold on to, and incoherently pleaded that he not flat-out kill her with another orgasm, he pressed his thumb intimately against her.

“Once more, Madeline,” he urged tightly, using his other hand to lift her onto his thighs and thrusting even deeper.

It was simply too much; Maddy exploded, rocketing into the universe and back with such dizzying speed that her cry of fulfillment came out as a hoarse, keening whimper. He went utterly still above her, both hands on her hips holding him sheathed deeply inside her as her spasms continued pulsing for what seemed like forever.

Oh God, if he moved right now he really would kill her.

But not only did he move, he suddenly pulled out of her and pressed his hand over her mouth just as she was trying to suck much-needed air into her lungs!

Chapter Ten

“H
ush, lass. Don’t make another sound,” he whispered against her ear, his weight suffocating as she squirmed to get free. “And do exactly as I say.”

Maddy went very still, alarmed by the tone of his voice.

“We’re going to get up and quietly walk to my truck. Understand?”

She nodded, willing to do anything he wanted if it would get her breathing again.

He hesitated briefly, his hand on her mouth easing, and then suddenly lifted off her. Maddy sat up, panting as quietly as she could, and groped for her clothes while he fastened his pants, even as she looked around for what had caused the sudden change in him. But he pulled her to her feet and started leading her away stark naked!

“My clothes,” she hissed, turning to find them.

“Hush!” he growled, swiping his shirt off the ground without breaking stride as he dragged her down the path through the trees.

Maddy didn’t protest, glad she at least was still wearing her sandals. And since he seemed to be able to see where he was walking, she spent her time trying to pierce the darkness of the woods, hoping to figure out what had spooked him.

She scrambled closer to William, bumping into him as she picked up her pace. Oh God, what if it was that bear-eating, hairless moose she’d almost hit on her and Eve’s ride back from Oak Harbor a couple of months ago?

“You’re safe, Maddy,” he said softly. “Just keep walking.”

Since he was talking, she decided she could, too. “Wh-what’s out there?”

“Hush,” he said, squeezing her hand.

Fine. She didn’t want to talk to him anyway. She grabbed her boobs to keep them from repeatedly bumping his arm, and concentrated on walking instead of watching the woods when she realized that every rock and stump looked sinister.

The truck came into view, and William stopped next to a large pine tree and handed her his shirt. Maddy immediately put it on, and then gave him a nudge with her shoulder to get him moving again as she fumbled with the buttons. He didn’t budge; instead pulling her against his side as he scanned the woods, his head tilted in a way that said he was listening more than seeing.