She wanted to be naked before Gawain. But it was too late now. She tried to regulate her erratic breath but it was impossible. Her fingers twitched around his organ as she carefully eased his thick length toward her. His groan shuddered along his body. “I swear on all the gods of my forefathers, Antonia. I won’t break.” She’d held him before. Had avidly studied this part of his body before, much to his amusement. But this time there was added tension in the heavy air. He knew, of course he must know, that today she intended to do so much more than merely look. “I know.” Had she spoken aloud or was her whisper only inside her mind? She did not know. Did not care. Her pulses raced, heart thundered. There was no moment in time but this. And this moment would last her for all time. She opened her mouth. And fastened her lips around the head of his erection. His strangled moan and the way his fingers tangled her hair heightened the desire that throbbed between her thighs. The tip of her tongue skimmed across his flesh.
