Free His Wicked Celtic Kiss by Karyn Gerrard Page A

mouth moved to her most private area, if she would always feel this way, always be the obese girl, deep down. There was a time, she thought ruefully to herself, she could barely get her thighs apart. Okay, maybe she exaggerated, but would Lorcan have wanted her then?
    He parted her folds with his long, nimble fingers as his warm, sensuous breath fanned her inner thigh. Curling his tongue, he thrust it deep into her hot, moist center.
    He
was
good and entirely wicked. She was ready to fly apart. Julie couldn’t believe she was splayed open on his carpet in such a way. The sight of that dark mass of tousled mahogany hair fanned out over her thighs nearly did her in. A long, ragged moan escaped her throat. The resonance seemed to spur Lorcan onward as he plunged deeper. He grasped her legs and rested them on his broad shoulders. He licked and kissed every part of her, and gently bit down on her sensitive nub. She bucked, all but trapping his head between her thighs as she rode out the breath-taking climax.
    He lightly slapped her bottom. “Let me breathe, darlin’,” he laughed.
    How mortifying. She’d all but smothered him. Trying to scramble away again proved difficult as her body had turned to liquid. Heat flushed her cheeks in embarrassment. Lorcan sat up. His face glistened from her moisture. He smiled and licked his lips. “What’s the verdict—wicked? Maybe I should give more of a demonstration.”
    What, now? She had no earthly idea what to do or say next. Do that to her again? She couldn’t take it—could she? Her mouth moved, but no words came out as she struggled to catch her breath. She looked around frantically for her panties, but he had thrown them clear across the living room. She fumbled with her bra, cursing inwardly at her large breasts hindering her movement.
    Lorcan stilled her hands. “What are you doing? Are you uncomfortable? Talk to me. I want us to be honest with each other when it comes to our mutual pleasure.”
    Honest?
I want to throw you to the carpet, rip off the rest of your clothes, lick, touch, and taste every inch
. But, that wasn’t her. She wasn’t a sexually experienced woman, and that fact must be painfully obvious. He wanted her to be candid? She mustered as much dignity as she could, stood, pulled her hands from his, lowered her skirt, and walked across the room to retrieve her underwear. Every part of her body where his lips had touched throbbed and ached for more.
    “Yes,” she muttered softly. “I’m embarrassed.” She scooped up the silk drawers. “Where’s the bathroom?”
    He sat on the carpet with one leg up, his arm resting casually on his knee. He arched a perfectly shaped brow. “First door on your left.”
    Although tempted to run, instead she held her head high and walked toward the bathroom. Once inside, Julie shut the door, sat on the closed toilet lid, and gazed at her trembling hands. Now what? Would they casually go back to eating? What about him? Lorcan was still in a state of arousal. Should she politely offer to relieve him? She cringed. Oh, yikes.
How about a hand-job with the wrap and salad?
She rolled off a long stream of toilet paper from the ream, cleaned herself, and shuddered from the contact. So sensitive. Lorcan had awakened nerve endings she didn’t know existed. He’d also awakened so much more. A passion so vast and deep it stunned her.
    She stood and leaned on the vanity for support. Next to the sink sat a can of Gillette Fusion shave cream and a razor. There wasn’t much else in the bathroom she realized now, glancing around. It looked as empty as a hotel room loo.
    Glancing in the mirror, she saw that her face was flushed bright red and she felt more alive than ever before. Julie splashed cold water on her cheeks to try and cool down. She stared at her reflection.
Casual, remember?
The next thing on the agenda: slip her undies back on, and go out and act like nothing had happened.
    • • •
    What just happened? Lorcan stood and