Everything she was doing - and the sounds she was making - told him that she was into this, almost as much as he was. Lorcan’s shock was less at the possibility that their marriage, whatever she had said, might actually be more than the convenience she’d promised, and more at the fact that he had expected her to take a little longer to realise this.
Either he was an exceptional kisser, or she was less of a puritan than he’d thought. Or both. Both worked, too.
Spurred on by the way she’d responded, Lorcan let his roaming hand reach her breast - but this still wasn’t close enough, so he dropped the hand that had been cupping her face to grasp her hip instead. With this hold, he moved to manoeuvre her backwards, nudging one of the kitchen’s chairs carelessly out of their way with a foot until he could prop her against the table edge and press in against her again, his mouth still on hers, just as hungrily as before.
The mess of the half-destroyed birthday cake was still sitting on the table, dangerously nearby, but who cared about the cake anymore, anyway.
Either he was an exceptional kisser, or she was less of a puritan than he’d thought. Or both. Both worked, too.
Spurred on by the way she’d responded, Lorcan let his roaming hand reach her breast - but this still wasn’t close enough, so he dropped the hand that had been cupping her face to grasp her hip instead. With this hold, he moved to manoeuvre her backwards, nudging one of the kitchen’s chairs carelessly out of their way with a foot until he could prop her against the table edge and press in against her again, his mouth still on hers, just as hungrily as before.
The mess of the half-destroyed birthday cake was still sitting on the table, dangerously nearby, but who cared about the cake anymore, anyway.
