“Isla,” he breathed. Her name danced off his lips like light music.
Jack paused and looked into her eyes. “Are ye sure?” he asked.
She saw passion and heat, but there was also a gentleness in there that made her nod.
“More than anything in the world right now.”
The next kiss sealed their passion. Jack slowly undid the sash of her earasaid and pushed the puffy sleeves off her arms.
Isla gasped once his fingers touched the bare skin of her neck. He wrapped his fingers around there and licked the corner of her mouth.
Jack met her gaze again before he nibbled on her lower lip, then dipped his head and kissed her neck.
The spot beneath her earlobes tickled as he kissed her there. Her breasts became heavy even before he touched her through the sheer fabric of her chemise.
His touch heated her up, his right thigh nudged her legs open, and she parted both her lips and legs for him. Somehow, his hands reached the underskirts of her earasaid, and he grazed the bare skin of her thighs
Isla shivered and moaned. His fingers traveled higher, toward her parted center, then he stroked her moist folds.
A growl escaped his lips before he dragged his lips from hers and feasted on the pulse under her earlobes again.
“I have imagined doin’ this to ye night after night,” he said in her ear. The words only made her tremble harder.
Isla’s fingers dug into his arms, and she felt his muscles shiver. He felt this same need that ravaged her. She could tell.
He stopped kissing her, then took his time to slowly peel off her earasaid and chemise. Isla lay naked on the bed now, her thighs parted, her chest heavy and body trembling on the bed.
His eyes slowly drifted over her. She wondered if he could see her in the dark chamber.
“I love every inch of ye, Isla,” he told her, and she felt shivers run through her.
His gaze darkened. A groan escaped his lips before he kissed her lips again, then covered one breast with his palm. He kneaded slowly while kissing her neck, then breast.
Jack’s finger flickered over her already erect nipple, and it tightened further. His tongue moved over one, and her hands gripped the sheets.
“Jack,” she murmured, she felt his thighs rock into her soft spot. The friction made her legs quiver on the bed. Jack did not stop rocking into her.
He suckled one nipple while kneading the other breast. His slow ministrations made her grow wetter. He slowly trailed his tongue over her skin and moved lower to her abdomen and then the apex of her thighs.
Once Isla felt his tongue slide over her, she bucked her hips and cried out. There was no holding back now. She wanted to feel all he had to give.
Jack murmured as he kissed her feminine folds again, then slid his fingers over it. He teased her center, made her toes curl, and drew out her pleasured moan.
“Let me hear ye,” he whispered as she threaded her fingers through his hair. Isla squeezed her eyes shut and let the sensations rock her.
It was more than she ever imagined she would feel, and that made her turn to mush on the bed.
Jack didn’t stop kissing, licking, and teasing with his tongue. He kissed every inch of her inner thighs, rubbed her with his thumb and licked her again.
Isla writhed on the bed now. She knew the best was yet to come. This time she planned to pleasure him too and let him take her.
When he brought his lips back to hers, she tasted her essence on him. His tongue moved into her mouth and teased. Isla matched his tempo and kissed him back until she was breathless.
Her hands stayed in his hair as she matched his hunger. Tongues rolled and she pressed her body into his again.
His hands came around her waist and her name tore out of his lips in a ragged tone. “I will make love to ye,” he said.
The threat of ecstasy danced in his tone. Isla loved it.