The Irish Warrior by Ashley York

Author:Ashley York
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ashley York

Thomasina’s desolation turned into a deep longing, a need that had to be met. Sean’s rock hard body promised her so much. She wanted him. He was so large, she felt small in his arms. Like he tucked her into him. Protecting her. Lips firm and needy. He desired her. His hands caressing her, sending out waves of sensation. Pleasurable. Everywhere he touched her, he sparked a need in her. Low in her belly a flame grew. Lower still. When he rubbed his knuckles against the binding at her breast, she stilled.

“Yea, this needs to go.”

He lifted one side of her tunic, exposing the material. With his teeth, he notched the material then ripped it up the side. He dropped the material to the ground then ran his hand over the material covering her now unbound breads. He cupped her breasts.

His lips were close to her ear. “Let me touch yer skin.”

She nodded and he slipped his hand down her side to reach under her tunic. His hand on her bare skin made her jump where he caressed her ribs up to her breast. He held her closer as he grasped and released her.

“Coím. Never bind these again.”

A flutter of anticipation rose in her belly. He found her desirable. Loosening his hold of her, he worked her tunic over her head, dropping it to the ground. As he had done earlier, he looked from one breast to the other, but now he ran his tongue over his lips. His eyes met hers.

“Ye have the most lovely breasts I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

He ducked his head and pressed his solid palm against her back, holding her close. He stroked her nipple with his tongue, then gently suckled. Desire like a jolt of lightning shot between her legs. She cradled his head against her and he drew her further into his mouth. His hand passed over the flat of her stomach to the juncture of her legs. Her breath caught. He stroked her with a firm hand. A hand that knew how to pleasure a woman. A hand that knew what she wanted. A hand that knew what she longed for. Wetness pooled.

He returned to her ear, his breath hot. “I want to be inside ye.” He whispered the words as his hands worked their magic. “Ye want it, too.”

Sean jerked away from her. She shivered at the cold air on her exposed body. Her eyes flew open.

“What are ye about?” Their kinsman and Niall’s dearest friend, Lachlann, stood with a knife to Sean’s throat. His green eyes wide as if he’d caught them in the actual act. A minute later and he would have.

Lachlann glanced at Thomasina. “Cover yerself lass!”

She jumped and grabbed up the tunic at her feet to obey. Her entire body heated with embarrassment. Her mouth dropped open but no words came out. After a minute she tried again. “What are ye—what are—where’s Niall?”

“He’s outside, lassie. And ’tis a damn good thing I caught ye rather than him.

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