“First, drink.”
His thoughts were cut off as she pressed his brandy glass to his lips. He did as she asked, allowing her to tip the brandy into his mouth. He gulped it all, happy for the buzz to pass through his veins. She replaced the glass on the table with a soft thud, then her hand wandered down the center of his chest.
For some reason, not being able to see what she was going to do first, made him flinch in surprise and pleasure. He shuddered as her hand released him, wishing she would touch him again.
“Come with me,” she whispered, placing her hand in his.
He was drawn across the room, and he presumed they were heading toward the bed, before he became aware that the air grew hotter. They were not heading to the bed at all, but toward the fire.
“Now, stand very still,” she urged.
He felt the rug beneath his bare feet as he came to a stop. When her hands curled around the edge of his breeches, his breathing hitched, and his length hardened. It had already twitched when she entered the chamber wearing the black gown, but to think of her now so boldly taking off his trousers was too much.
Slowly, she shifted them down his hips, the material teasing him. He stepped out of the trousers, trying to think what she could look like as she tossed them away. He thought of her breasts against the sheer material, the way she would bite that full bottom lip, and the red hair teasing her shoulders.
“Don’t move.” Her lips were nearer to his ear than he had expected. Somehow, she’d ended up standing behind him.
He twitched, angling his head toward her as her fingers started a trail down his spine. They drifted from the base of his neck to the center of his back, then explored across his shoulder blades. He tipped his head back, indulging in her touch, as it began to travel. Her fingers moved around one side of his waist, coming to the very center of his chest.
They moved downward and he breathed in, his body holding onto the hope that she would explore his length again, then her hands abruptly rose across the middle of his chest, making tingles spread through him.
Her touch abruptly left. He tried not to whimper or growl aloud, but stayed very still, his impatience getting the better of him. He longed to know where she was, what she was going to do next.
The first touch he felt was to his length. He gasped at the suddenness of it.
Since her first exploration of him with her lips, she had grown more confident. The assured way she took hold of him, pleasuring him, nearly knocked him over from the sheer delight of it.
He raised his hands behind his head, interlocking his fingers to stop himself from holding onto her hair and thrusting toward her. He would be gentle with her – he’d never want to hurt Evie. She was too precious for that.
The pleasure grew within him, that tingling and very familiar feeling starting within the bottom of his abdomen. Not being able to see her but picturing it in his mind sent him wild in the darkness. God, he wished to tear the blindfold off and devour the image of her, but he couldn’t, not if he wished for her to keep the blindfold on when it came to her turn.
I know what will happen tonight.
Rafe made a decision as she pleasured him. It was time she knew what the full intensity could be like. If she wanted it, he would make love to her completely, so that there wasn’t a part of one another they did not know.
“Evie,” he whispered, his voice breathy. “You are going to have to stop, or I am going to be finished far before the time I wish to be done. This cannot end so soon.”
She still kissed him a few more times, laving him with her tongue. He had to hold himself back from his release, somewhat relieved and also disappointed when her lips lifted from him.
“God, Evie,” he moaned as her hands settled on his hips. Slowly, she stood, those hands rising up his abdomen and his chest before she wrapped them around his neck and pulled him in to kiss her.
His hands grabbed her waist, pulling her closer through that silken material, his fingers splaying across her, trying to touch as much of her as possible and grappling with her corset.
“Is it my turn now?” she whispered in his ear, releasing him from her kiss.
“Your turn indeed.” He reached up and undid the blindfold in one swift movement.
She appeared before him, her face flushed, either from the heat of the fire or her ministrations, he wasn’t sure. With her hair wild about her shoulders too, the wisps tantalizing, he was in danger of pushing her down onto the rug and taking her there and then. He licked his lips and raised the blindfold toward her, wrapping it around her eyes. A small giggle escaped her delicate lips as he moved to stand behind her, tying it softly.
She stood perfectly still, clearly ready to bend to his will. The mere thought he could do what he liked as she waited patiently made that excitement all the greater. His hands began with her waist, tracing the curve. One hand slipped around her waist, then down across her hip, toying with the silk material of the black dress and drawing it up her body. His other hand went to the neckline of the gown, pulling it open, and releasing her breasts.
She tipped her head back and moaned as he touched her, exploring her breasts with the palms of his hands, sometimes firmly, other times so delicately that she strained into him, clearly wanting more of it.
He laid her down on the rug and moved over her, pulling up the gown so much that she writhed against it. The silk must have teased her as much as his fingers did, for she strained against it, as if indulging in the touch. He tossed the gown and her corset over her head, revealing her all completely to him. Now, the only thing she wore at all was that blindfold.
Rafe kissed his way down Evie’s body, listening to her gasps of surprise as she didn’t know where he was going to kiss next. He toyed with her, watching the way her fingers curled in the rug beneath her, as he kissed her stomach, her breasts, her lips, her neck, then down to her hip. Knowing what she loved so much, he spread her legs apart, but teased her a little more first, kissing her along her abdomen, as if he had no intention of going further down at all. When she moaned breathily, longing for that touch, he eagerly gave in and pressed his lips to her core.
The way she moaned his name, this time with no qualms about it, made him even harder than before. To see how different it had become between them now, with no nervousness, but pure sensual exhilaration, was everything. He kissed her, making her body quiver, her knees trembling across his shoulders. When her body was completely wet and ready for him, he moved up and rested his palms on either side of her body, nudging her entrance with his length.
