When his fingers found the soft moist place between my legs I almost cried out; but I bit my lip, my eyes on his; he lowered his face and kissed my bosom as he softly felt the crevasse of my sex. The next moment, I could not stop the moan of ecstasy that escaped my throat when his fingers found the opening there. My hips moved without my volition, inviting him in.
Suddenly he went rigid, then abruptly released me and stood up, taking several paces away from me. I lay on the ground, stunned, my sex throbbing, my lips burning, the tips of my breasts straining against my stays. I was panting, unable to speak or even to think. In all my dreams I had not expected to find myself so overwhelmed by the power of my desire. There was nothing in me but the need to feel him close against me, as deeply into me as he could push himself, fusing with me. I felt as though I had opened like a flower to the sun, and the sun was Robbie.
I heard him curse softly. I did not know what he said. I struggled to find my voice.
"Robbie!" I whispered. "Why do you leave me? Please, take me! Please! I am yours, and I am ready for you!"
"Get up, Jessie," he said, his voice harsh. "I will escort you home at once."
"No, Robbie, no!" I said, and tears began to flow down my cheeks. "You cannot leave me like this. You have compromised me!"
He turned swiftly and bent down, taking me by the arm, and jerked me to my feet. "I have not compromised you," he said, teeth clenched, his eyes burning into mine, "and I will not. I do not know what ails you, but this is not to be, do you hear me? It is not to be."
I felt the blood drain from my face, and my tears dried on my cheeks as stubbornness and resolve rose in me, matching his. "Indeed, it will be," I said, feeling my own fierceness. We faced each other like two of our Celtic ancestors. "I am yours, and you will be mine. You may take me now, or later, but I am yours, I tell you."
His face, too, was pale beneath his freckles. "You are but a spoiled bairn!" he said, and the echo of Kevin's words enraged me. I slapped him so hard that pains prickled up my arm nearly to my shoulder.