All the Sweet Tomorrows by Bertrice Small Read Free Book Online

blushingly, “
I need you, Adam!
”
    His breath caught in his throat. She was naked, her pert small breasts as beautiful as he remembered, the dainty pink nipples thrusting forward. She ran a teasing finger down his thigh, and he realized with some shock that he was practically nude himself.
    Seeing his look, she chuckled, a distinctively mischievous sound, and said, “You sleep far too heavily, Lord of Lundy. Were I an enemy the castle would now be mine. While you snored and made little happy noises, I removed your pantaloons, drawers, and hose. Your shirt, alas, I could only unfasten.”
    Moving her aside, he sat up and took off the offending shirt. “You’re a shameless and bold wench, Skye O’Malley,” he said through gritted teeth, “but I want to fuck you. God’s bones, I want to fuck you!”
    She reached up, pulling him back down to her, and Adam de Marisco did what he had craved doing all night. He kissed her. His mouth closed fiercely over hers, demanding more of her than he had ever asked. He bruised her soft lips with his own. Her arms slid around his neck and pulled him as close to her as was humanly possible, and her tongue licked at his lips. He could feel the sweet small mounds of her breasts pressing against his furred chest, and he groaned guiltily. He had sworn to himself, when he had realized that Skye could never be his, that he would never again make love to her, but he knew tonight that that was a promise he couldn’t keep. She said she needed him, and by God he needed her!
    Her softly taunting tongue was almost unbearable in its sweetness. His lips parted, and he allowed that tongue to dart within his mouth, to explore, tease, and caress as it met with his own tongue. Now he took the initiative, chasing her tongue back to her own mouth where he proceeded to harry and badger it with his own until she pulled her head away, moaning as a great shudder raced through her beautiful body and her nipples grew rigid with her desire.
    Adam de Marisco smiled as he looked down on her face. She was the most marvelously sensuous woman he had ever known. She gave herself totally and completely to him, trusting him as no other woman had ever trusted. Her eyes opened, and he said softly, “You are so lovely, little girl. When I contemplate all thedelights that you offer me, I don’t know where to begin.” She smiled at him, and lowering his great dark head, he nuzzled at her breast. She sighed and made a soft “Mmmmm” of pleasure.
    For a long moment he contemplated those beautiful breasts. He had always thought that she had the loveliest little tits, sweet, and small rounds of honied flesh with their dainty pink nipples. He gently bit at one of them while his big hands kneaded her other breast hungrily. She threaded her fingers through his thick, black hair, one hand moving low to caress the back of his neck. Her touch sent a flash of heat through him, and he shuddered.
    Raising his head up he rained kisses on her upturned face, her slender throat, soft shoulders, and palpitating breasts. He swept lower, tonguing her navel, covering her belly with scorching kisses, and she blossomed beneath his loving hands and mouth. “Ohh, Adam,” she murmured. “Oh, yes!”
    He couldn’t resist a chuckle despite his own passion. She was so damned honest even in her desire. “Remember what I once told you, little girl. Love making is a great art. I will not hurry our pleasure, especially as I will not allow this to happen again between us.”
    “Adam!”
She tried to sit up, but he gently pushed her back and caught her gaze with his.
    “I will not be your lover, Skye O’Malley, and as I once told you I have neither the name nor the power to be your husband. You are dearer to me than any other person on this earth, and I would slay dragons for you,
but I will not be your lover!
”
    She did not have to ask him why, for she knew. He loved her, and she loved him, but it was not the abiding love that a woman gives