by Mara
Pressure sprang up between her legs, and she pressed her hips toward him to relieve it. But he moved away, still touching her, and she mumbled, "I love you."
His eyelids drooped, then he fixed her with his inter-rogational gaze. "What?"
Louder, she said, "I love you."
"Truly?"
"I love you truly."
He looked at her carefully, not quite believing her, and she lifted her head and kissed him. Kissed him with her lips and tongue and with the force of her passion.
When she finished, the grave shadow had gone from his eyes and they gleamed with gratification and
a wicked touch of elation. "I love you truly, too," he said.
"I believe you." She shifted impatiently. "Now untie me."
Peeling himself off of her, he looked her over from her stockinged feet to her wriggling hands. "No."
Indignant, she struggled to sit up. "You promised—"
Licking his thumb, he circled her navel until the damp brought a chill to her skin. Observing the goosebumps that covered her, he grinned into her face.
He hadn't promised to untie her, she realized. He'd only promised to withhold satisfaction if she didn't marry him. Rubbing his cheek on her stomach, he moistened her skin with his tongue.
"Leighton." She used her fiercest voice, but he paid no attention. He only slipped farther down her
body and wrapped one arm around each one of her thighs. "Leighton!"
He corrected her, "Keefe," and dipped his head between her legs.
She shrieked his name. "Keefe!"
Lifting his head, he said, "You can make as much noise as you wish." Then he nuzzled deep in the cleft between her legs. "No one interferes between a man and his wife."
"I can make a lot of noise," she snapped. Looking down she could see only the forehead and eyebrows. His tongue licked at her in the first sharp, glorious step to gratification. Leaning back, her mouth curled
in the anticipation of satisfaction. "But the door is locked, so we won't have to worry."
