Free His Wicked Celtic Kiss by Karyn Gerrard

breasts. He gazed up at her. “Julie, will you let me touch you? Kiss you all over? I will do nothing you don’t wish me to do. I want to take this slow, you follow?”
    She nodded, her insides fluttering as if a hundred butterflies had been released. Lorcan opened the front clasp on her bra and caught her full breasts as they spilled out, immediately clamping his mouth on one of her nipples. His hair fell forward, creating a seductive curtain to his laving and suckling. He grasped her other breast, and stroked her nipple. Julie had to know, was this mechanical with him, part of his skills as a seducer/master spy? She boldly reached down between them and ran her fingers across his crotch. He was hard and moaned at her touch.
    “Not yet,” he whispered at her breast.
    The hungry attention he lavished on her sent her body into tremors of ecstasy. In her entire life she’d only had sex twice. Not something she admitted to. This was only the second time a man’s lips were on her breasts. The previous time felt nothing like this.
Nothing.
Her breathing became ragged and so did his. She reached up and grabbed fistfuls of his thick hair pushing him closer, encouraging him to take more of her. “Yes!” She hissed through her teeth.
    Her body writhed under him. Julie undulated her hips against that rock hard part of him that thumped in time with his heartbeat.
    “Sweet Jaysus,” he moaned.
    Whatever cliff she was heading for, she just fell off into an unknown dark, swirling abyss. She cried out, probably calling his name, she wasn’t sure. Her body shuddered with the impact of her first orgasm. Well, the first one a man had given her anyway. And it had happened merely from him sucking her nipples? Lorcan raised his head. His half-hooded Cortina eyes were darkened with desire. She knew the look by now.
    “Your first, darlin’?” How embarrassing. She closed her eyes and nodded. “Right honored, I am.” He winked at her. “My wicked Celtic kiss? That wasn’t it.”
    Lorcan sat upright and reached under her skirt. She wore no pantyhose due to the warm weather. He trailed his long fingers along her inner thigh and gripped her underwear. They were going to have sex on his carpet in his near-empty living room? She scrambled backward on her elbows like a scuttling crab on a sandy beach. The panties were down around her ankles in a matter of seconds. He pulled them completely off and tossed them aside. She silently thanked providence she’d donned the only pair of sexy underwear she owned.
    Lorcan cupped her mound. The warmth of his hand ignited her body into raw flame. “Talk to me, Julie. How much experience do you have? Has anyone ever kissed you—here?” He deftly slipped two fingers inside her. She moaned. Lorcan moved in and out, mimicking the act of sex. “So wet, listen.” The sucking sound of her hot, tight core filled the air. She was mortified and turned on all at the same time. “Answer me.”
    What in hell did he ask me?
She couldn’t form a thought, let alone words to speak. “No, no one has ever—not that.”
    He withdrew his fingers, clasped her knees, and slowly spread them apart. “This is what I’m known for. My wicked Celtic kiss. Anytime you want me to stop, just say the word.”
    “Aye,” she gasped.
    A deep masculine rumble of laughter left his chest as he pulled off his shirt. His torso was a mass of leanly carved muscle and tight, taut abs. Stunning. Through her sex haze, she noticed a few scars, so he wasn’t total perfection. It made him all the more appealing and had her wondering: What was the story behind those white, jagged slashes on his perfect skin? The army? The secret service? Something else? He lay on his stomach, his face inches from her crotch. Instinctively, she tried to close her legs. “Open for me, Julie. Trust me,” he rasped huskily.
    Trust was not something she handed out like candy. It had been teased and ridiculed out of her years ago. She wondered as his hot