“After watching you climb the rigging I didn’t think you would be,” he growled against her ear. “Now let me take you to heaven.”

He trailed kisses from her throat down to her breast and fondled her nipple with his tongue. Though small, her breasts fit perfectly in the cups of his palms. And he plied them as she writhed beneath him.

“I cannot explain the need coiling tighter and tighter inside me. I feel as though I want to merge my body with yours and feel all of you. Especially. Ah!” she gasped as he moved his hand down to her nest of red curls and slid his finger into her parting.

“Spread your knees for me, lass.”

Sighing, Divana closed her eyes and opened like an orchid displaying her sacred beauty. He worked slick moisture around her tiny button, watching her face transform from tense to enchanted bliss. Only when she was breathless and rocking her hips did he slip his finger inside.

She opened her eyes and pushed up. “Kennan!”

“Lie back and close your eyes and dream of me entering you.”

“A-are ye certain I’ll not explode like a cannon?”

“Nay—but I promise the explosion will be worth it.”

He stretched her with two fingers, then three. And finally he thrust with his fingers while lapping the swollen pebble that would send her over the edge.

Divana shook her head from side to side, her hips churning with the rhythm of his fingers until all at once a gasp caught in her throat and she shattered, into dozens of tiny pulses.

*  *  *

If Kennan told Divana she had died and gone to heaven, she would have believed him. She ought to be embarrassed to her core, lying atop the bed without a stitch covering her. But nay. She felt like a queen, prostrate to her king and ready to give him anything he asked.

As he drew back, his member tapped his belly.

She might not know much about rutting, but he’d left something very important unfinished. “What about your pleasure?”

He ran his fingers up her thighs. “Och, we’re nay finished. Not by half.”

She started to turn and present her buttocks to him. “Of course.”

“Stay.”

“On me back?”

“Aye, ’tis where I want you.”

“But—”

“You’re not swivving with Garry, you’re making…ah…love to me.”

“Making love?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he glanced aside. “Aye, that’s what they call it when two people like each other.”

“I see.”

He shifted to her side and kissed her as his fingers began a magical dance, swirling around her breasts. “And afore we go any further, I aim to make you writhe with rapture.”

“Again?”

“Sh.”