Authors: Killian McRae
“Don’t speak, August
she begged, her hand
cheek and soften
inquisitive expression. “Just, kiss me.
And then, again.
was all too happy to
. Pulling her
body to his
poured the desire of every wanton moment, of every unfilled
e of unfulfilled longing into their
greatest hope was only to be met in kind, but instead
, Maeve’s reaction
d. She practically crawled up his body. He
her leg attempt to hitch over his hip, and his
oked under her knee to help
in her ai
m. Already, the burgeoning of his
desire for her
was more than noticeable as she pressed against him and
the hardness pressed against her.
only smirked in return.
“It has been too long since I’ve been inside you, Maeve
leaned over and whispered it into her ear, as t
hough teasing her with a fact. He
let her leg fall to the
ground, and in one fell swoop, bent over, threw his
arm behind her knees, and
took her up into his arms. Maeve
weaved her hands behind his neck for support as he walked her back to their
could feel her bod
y tremble with anticipation as he tenderly placed her on
“These arms, Maeve
, have missed holding you.”
slid them out from under her and
the little ivory discs on her blouse, kissing every inch o
f flesh as it was revealed
“These lips,” August
against her breast, “have been without purpose not being able to kiss
The blouse part
ed to either side, revealing Maeve
’s still youthful frame covered over in a single
layer of cotton undergarments. August
did so love America, if for no other reason than the simplicity of its women’s lingerie.
the edge of the bed, pulling his own shirt over his
head and letting it
fall somewhere on the floor. Maeve
in the meantime pitched herself up on her elbows as she manipulated the blouse down her arms before wadding it a ball and throwing it across
the room. Her eyes focused on August’s muscled, bare chest. He
heard her breath catch in her throat.
Leaning over, August placed his
arms on either side of her
s, slowly covering
as he brought himself down on her
“These eyes…” He
pulled a lingering kiss from her lips. “These eyes have missed seeing you gasp in pleasure and
my ears long to hear you
scream my name while you writhe beneath me.”
That made her moan, and the earthy yet feminine timbre
of her siren’s call beckoned him further. He shifted his
hips, once agai
n letting her feel just how much he long and
“And this body.”
his erection against her. Maeve’s
legs still covered in the material of skirt
, spread to align their centers. Her
, arms, chest…
over in her
inflamed state, her breath
allow and racing. “This body has
missed the feel of your wetness and your heat pulsing ag
ainst it and wrapping around it.
“Holy hell, August
We have en
tirely too many clothes on.
. The flush of her skin had spread down further, and even
through the cotton undershirt August could see red
he was growing impatient. After so long, he couldn’t hold it against her. B
ut he refused to rush. Too long had he dreamed, yearned, hungered
for her to show her any less attention than paying homage to each spot of flesh, each
hue of color his
body would paint over
the canvas of her pleasure as he made love to his Maeve… his
for the firs
t time since fate had brought them back to the
ing back on the balls of his feet, August hooked his
fingers under her skirt and pulled it down over her hips and past her ankles, adding to the pile of di
scarded garments on the floor. He reached out his
hands to her and pu
lled her to a sitting position. S
ook the hint of his
intent and pulled her undershirt over her head of her
This time, it was August’s breath that hitched as his
eyes took in the sight of he
r breast, milky white and speckled
with the heat of her arousal. H
er nipples were hard, begging for attention. Before August could fully grasp his
d flat against the mattress as he fell atop her, his
ing at the right nipple while his
hand cupped the other, roll
ing the hardened peak between his finger and
, pulling, teasing
Fearing that he may have forsaken his gentlemanly intentions, August was relieved when he felt Maeve’s hands run through his hair, pulling him
on her peak. She was positivel
y unhinged now;
little gasps mix
ed with girlish moans as he
pulling as much of her into his mouth as his thought possible. Pulling away, August
trailed wet kisses as the oral
love mirrored its evidence on the opposite side
other hand rising to rub the moistened, pebbled perk.
, August realized that his
thrusting against her leg, seeking friction thro
ugh the thick cotton weave of his slacks. Maeve must have come to understand his
need as well,
as she pulled out from under him
axed him unto his
,” she breathed as a devilish grin came over her face, “these hands have missed pulling the clothes of
f you, piece by piece
Help me heavens, she’s
flecting my own words back
he thought. August felt him
self harden further at her game.
, it was Maeve
her fingers under the hem of
nts and pulled them down past his
ang free of the garment’s
entrapment as Maeve
eyes narrowed with determination.
“My tongue…” she began, and he felt his
insides tighten in anticipation.
Oh, sweet mother of mercy, please.
“…has missed feeling the tip of
She paused, confused. Maeve
had rarely engaged in such
free-spirited talk before, but oh, how he longed to hear her give
into the temptation.
could tell she was finding it difficult to select a word she felt comfortable saying.
, if that suits you.”
Impishly, she nodded, lo
ring her lips to his tip
d speaking, her mouth so close he
could feel the
vibration of her voice tease his
“Yes, it has missed your…
,” she repeated before her tongue darted out and swirled around tauntingly.
ved only as an enticement, but August
was not long denied as moments later
her lips closed around his erection
, taking him in her mouth
. Working over his whole length in steady
, he felt the swirl of
a climax too long denied quickly building.
“Maeve…” August moaned. “I’m going to… Oh, May
… I want to be…
… inside you.
Her eyes turned up, though her mouth and her movements paused otherwise. Slowly, she withdrew, her tongue dragging along the hardness before gently flicking over the tip once more.
One piece of c
lothing remained as barrier; Maeve
’s white-cotton pantaloons
bore the burden of August’s unleashed lust as he
sat up and tore at the thin fabric, rendering it in shreds about the quilted bed cover in
seconds. Bared to him, August could gather from Maeve’s
heaving breaths that made he
r breast rise and fall before his
eyes likes some magician’s trance-inducing trinket that
her desire to be saddled upon him was as strong as his
need to be sheathed inside her.
headboard, beckoning forward his love, his bride, his
t, her arms on either side of him
, her ce
nter poised precariously over his
“What did you say?” she asked in disbelieving tones.
repeated, this time
a question. “I think I said it right. Do you know it?”
She nearly laughed.
Of course, August
It means ‘
my treasured one.’ It’s not the phrase
that took me by surprise
. It’s that…” She licked her lips as a playful smile overtook her. “You soun
ded so … Irish. Say more, August, please!
er request to speak Irish
, she positioned
her wet, waiting center over him and sank
She wanted him to speak Irish, when he could barely utter even a word in his own tongue, so enraptured was he with the feel of her around him?