Free The Moon, the Madness, and the Magic by Eliza March Page A

There was no doubt about what bothered her when her hands flew to her breasts, pressing the tiny white swatches of material back over her nipples like a shield.
    Her reaction had him grinning. Unfortunately, he couldn’t suppress the chuckle that escaped as he tried to reassure her. “Don’t be concerned. It’ll fit. You’ll see.”
    Her gaze flashed to his. Liar was what he read in her expression.
    His patience with the ache in his balls reached the end of the line. “Your breasts—I want to see them again.”
    He stepped closer to the bed and studied her reaction. Apprehension froze her in place when he reached over to pull the string from her hands. The material slowly slipped past her fingers, exposing more skin than she could cover with her small hands.
    “Don’t be shy. I’ve already tasted those berried tips.” He gently removed her hands from her breasts and placed them over her head. “Don’t move.”
    Rourke dropped his gaze to her hips. “I can’t wait to taste more.” He switched his attention to the small piece of material attempting to cover her bottom. The triangular swatch wouldn’t be much of a challenge, no barrier at all, but it was blocking his view. Totally focused on his one goal, he slid his hands slowly up her thighs to the ties at her hips.
    As he pulled the side ties with slow, painful care and excruciating patience, he wondered why. For a man used to taking neither, he was suddenly enjoying seducing her with his slow, deliberate assault.
    He slid the material off her body like he was unwrapping a precious gift. “Yes, perfect.” Her pale blonde curls were trimmed into a tiny patch at her mound. “There’ll be no going back now or changing your mind. I can’t wait to see your pussy. Is it wet for me?”
    He spread her legs wide with his hands, baring her pussy to him, and stepped back, staring his fill. “It is. Bare, naked, wet, and pink.”
    With appreciation in his tone, he marveled. “You’re beautiful. More lovely than anything I’ve ever imagined. In just a minute, I’m going to bury my face between these thighs and lick you.” He tangled a finger through her curls and then pressed it to her exposed, swollen clit. “Here.”
    She shuddered beneath his hand with arousal he could feel vibrating in the air. He wanted to fuck her, bury his cock in her and fuck her until he couldn’t think, couldn’t feel, couldn’t breathe. But the other side of his nature wanted to take his time and enjoy each touch, each sensation, each moment of delight. God, this was agony.
    Going slow. Unbearable.
    Soft caresses. Hell.
    Admiring the creature waiting for him to pleasure her. Pure heaven.
    Her folds separated like a flower, opening beneath plump, petaled lips, soft and moist with dew. “I can’t wait to kiss them, taste them. I want to see if these lips feel like your mouth.”
    When he separated her slit, thick, hot nectar poured from her cunt, making her channel slippery, just the way he liked. Her pussy was beautiful and perfect, and her scent called to him.
    Celeste inhaled, took in a deep breath and held it while he pressed one finger inside her virgin-tight opening. He was testing her readiness. But when he met her gaze, something behind her eyes flashed, telling him there was more to all this.
    He stilled. Suddenly, she appeared too childlike, too innocent.
    Even though she gave off sexual vibes like nothing he’d ever experienced before, there was innocent dread stamped on her face, and it made him wonder why. For a moment, he hated that he’d turned her desire to panic. Now, when he looked at her, all he saw was a frightened animal cowering on the bed, not the seductress from the hot tub.
    He gave her some space, wondering where that seductress had gone as he absently touched her breast, lightly circling her nipple. She arced off the bed, pressing into his hand. Her body demanded more.
    Still here. But there was something else.
    He sniffed the air. Fear. Oh, damn.