Merchants with Evil Intent (41 page)

      
“Look, I’m not looking for a marriage
proposal. Just.
Sex.”
Her cheeks burned in
embarrassment. She never thought she’d have to beg for it. “Ya know what?
Forget it.
My mistake.
In fact, I’m going to pack and
get the fuck out of here.” She pushed past him and stomped up the stairs.

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*

      
Eoghan and Maggie stopped dancing when
they heard Camryn’s angry tone. As she stomped up the stairs they looked at
each other in confusion.

      
“You go see to your girl and I’ll tend to
the pup,” Eoghan offered.

      
“I can’t. She mustn’t know I’m here,”
Maggie sighed. “I can only come to her when she’s sleeping.”

      
Declan stormed past them and ran up the
stairs, two at a time.

      
He brought his hand up to knock then
changed his mind and turned the knob. Surprisingly, she didna lock the door.

      
Her suitcase lay on the floor and she was
pulling clothing from the dresser tossing items into it. She didn’t notice when
he entered because she was cursing under her breath.

      
He walked up behind her and gently
grabbed her wrist as she reached for the drawer.

      
She jumped. “Get your hand off me,” she
hissed.

      
He quickly released her wrist. “Camryn, I
do
want you. More than I’ve ever
wanted a woman.”

      
“Whatever,” she snorted and continued
packing.

      
He pinched the bridge of his nose. He
didna know what would take the scowl from her face.

      
Suddenly an irrational thought came to
him.

      
He moved in front of her and began
unbuttoning his shirt.

      
She stopped packing momentarily.

      
He seductively opened his shirt, exposing
his muscular chest. He lifted his shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows at her,
causing her to stifle a laugh.

      
He turned and freed his arms from the
sleeves and seductively pulled the shirt to and fro across his back. He gazed
at her over his shoulder and noticed a small twitch on her lips.

      
He threw his shirt behind him, hitting
her. She brushed it to the floor, not wanting to miss a thing.

      
Declan undid his belt, sliding the
leather through the loops on his trousers and wiggled his butt. She rolled her
eyes and a laugh escaped from her lips.

      
He turned quickly. “Do ya find this
humorous, then?” he half-grinned.

      
“Do you mean to mock me?” she asked with
eyebrows lifted.

      
“No, I mean to seduce you and clearly
it’s no’ workin’,” he scowled.

      
He bent and picked up his shirt.

      
As he walked towards the door he felt a
firm tugging on the back of his trousers.

      
“You’re not going to leave me hanging are
you?” she asked softly.

      
His jaw clenched until he felt her soft
lips against his back.
Then her tongue.
Frustration
fell away with every soft, wet kiss she planted.

      
She moved her hands to his chest and ran
her fingers through his chest hair while she kissed and licked his back. It
drove him crazy! How would it feel if she moved her lips to other places? He
closed his eyes and moaned thinking aboot it.

      
His eyes opened wide when she unbuttoned
his trousers and zipper.

      
His mobile rang, interrupting the
seduction.

      
She sighed as he pulled his phone from
his pocket.

      
“Declan? Can I come in? I’m tired and
hungry,” whined Ian.

      
“No,” Declan muttered, breathlessly,
snapping the phone closed. As an afterthought he turned it off, tossing it onto
the floor.

      
He turned to her. “Now then, where were
we?”

      
“You tease me, I tease you. I’m not sure
whose turn it is,” she chided.

      
“No teasin’ here. No’ anymore,” he
rasped. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to his room.

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Eoghan gasped.
“The
scoundrel!
He means to bed her!”

      
“’Tis okay, Eoghan, it’s meant to be.”

      
“Nay!
They
aren’t wedded! It’s no’ right!”

      
“Let us leave them be, aye?” she grinned
up at him.

      
He growled shortly before disappearing.

      
Maggie shook her head and grinned. With a
flick of her hand into the air, she disappeared also.

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Camryn’s eyes scanned the room. A large
green and white quilt hung on the wall over his bed. A matching quilt covered
the bed along with huge pillows encased in coordinating colors.

      
Candles were lit in every corner and the
fireplace lent a romantic glow to the room. A grin spread across her face.

      
He brought his mouth to hers and kissed
her deeply, carrying her to the bed.

      
Their lips broke contact for a moment as
he laid her down and settled on top of her. She pulled him closer and ran her
tongue over his chest.

      
His tongue found her lips and parted them
firmly. He wanted to taste, feel and lick every inch of her.

      
She liked his aggressiveness, but found
she could be just as aggressive. She pushed and rolled straddling him. Tearing
her lips from his, she sat on his mid-section and lifted her blouse over her
head.

      
She began to lift her camisole when he
stopped her. “That’s me job, aye?”

      
He pulled himself up and kissed her,
slowly pulling the pink camisole up. His warm hands slid across her silken
belly, sending a delightful tremor through her body.

      
His kisses trailed to her neck. She
tilted her head back enjoying his warm touch.

      
He pulled the camisole over her head,
flinging it to the floor. Cupping her breasts in his hands, the pads of his
fingers brushed feathery strokes against her nipples. She leaned into him,
wanting more.

      
Understanding her need he lightly brushed
his lips against the pink buds. He licked and suckled, flaming the fire within
her.

      
“Oh my!” she squealed in pleasure.

      
His lips gently tugged her swollen
nipples, causing her to breath heavier.

      
She gently pushed him back onto the bed
and tugged at his trousers. “No’ so fast gel,” he rasped.

      
He rolled her onto her back and ran his
fingers over the top of her leggings, slowly removing them. When she didn’t
stop him, he continued until they, too, were thrown to the floor.

      
His gaze raked over her seductively. Her
auburn hair spread across the white pillow, her lips swollen from kissing. She
looked so damn sexy laying there wearing nothing but black lace panties.

      
He quickly removed his trousers.

      
She’d never gone this far before and
there was no stopping now. She reached for him as he covered her. He took her
hands and moved them over her head.

      
He ran his tongue over her lips slowly. A
small moan escaped from her lips.

      
“I need to feel you inside me,” she
begged.

      
“We have plenty o’ time for that, love. I
want you to remember your first time fondly,” he rasped as his lips moved from
her neck to her breasts.

      
Her stomach tingled with nervousness. She
wasn’t sure how to react. Sure, she read all about this stuff in romance
novels, but nothing compared to what was happening to her now.

      
His soft, wet lips traveled to her belly,
stopping at the top of her panties. He looked at her under his eyelashes before
continuing. She blushed under his intent gaze. He raised an eyebrow and smiled
a slow, sexy smile.

      
He’d been a conscience lover with other
gels, but Camryn was different, special. It had nothing to do with her
virginity. It was at that moment, when he realized what made her so special to
him.

      
He truly loved her and wanted to spend
the rest of his days with her.

      
With that thought in mind he discarded
her panties to the floor.

      
Every time his gaze met hers, her heart
turned over in response. His eyes conveyed a tenderness she’d never seen
before, not even with Dylan.

      
He brought his lips to her inner thigh,
kissing and sucking gently. She squirmed and dug her hands into his hair.

      
Slowly he kissed and licked her leg to
her foot and then continued on to her other leg in the same manner. He drove
her crazy with anticipation.

      
His fingers caressed her silky triangle,
then his mouth. Her eyelids fluttered in response.

      
Her hips bucked in response and he made
no attempt to hide the fact he was watching her, which aroused her more.

      
Her entire body quivered when his tongue
changed speeds; slower, faster, slower, faster, until she reached climax.

      
He softly kissed her there until the
spasms subsided.

      
He worked his way back up to her mouth,
kissing her deeply. “I’ll be right back, love.”

      
She eyed him curiously when he returned
with a black towel.

      
Before settling back onto the bed he removed
his briefs. The expression on Camryn’s face caused him to chuckle.
“’Tis okay, love.
It won’t hurt ya.”

      
A nervous giggle escaped from her lips
when he got into bed. He took her hands, encouraging her to explore. She took
him into her hands and caressed gently. She was surprised how something so hard
could be so soft to touch. Her hands moved lower and stroked the soft sac
beneath.

      
His eyes hooded when she explored his
nether region. She was very delicate with her touch so he laid his head against
the pillow and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her hands against him.

      
She settled between his legs and
continued to stroke and fondle, exploring every aspect of his sex.

      
He gasped when her mouth covered him.
He wasna expecting that but he wasna goin’ to stop her, either.
Not yet, anyway. After several minutes of erotic foreplay he stopped her. She
looked at him with wide eyes. “Didn’t I do it right?”

      
His lips curved. “Aye, gel, too much so.
I didna want you to get more than you bargained for.”

      
A soft laugh escaped from her lips.

      
He had her lay back on the bed after he
spread out the black towel. “What’s that for?” she asked, innocently.

      
“Um, there’ll be some bleeding when…”

      
“Oh. Oh! Will it hurt much?”

      
“I’ll stop anytime you say, love.”

      
She tensed as his body covered her.
“Relax Camryn. I’ll no’ hurt you,” he said breathlessly in her ear.

      
He kissed her deeply, thrusting his
tongue deep into her mouth. Rasping, he pulled away suckling her breasts to
calm her. When she relaxed he parted her thighs and slowly entered her.

      
He gauged her reaction for any sign of
discomfort as he slid deeper.
“Cam?”

      
“No offense, but I can’t feel anything,”
she smirked. His eyebrows furrowed and he stopped suddenly. “I mean, I can
feel
you, but no pain yet,” she stammered.

      
His lips twitched, “Thanks for
clarifying, love.”