Her throat tightened, tears stung her eyes—but it must be only the rain dripping down her face. She remained still as he limped toward her, tugging at the laces of his shirt.
“I have seen you wearing nothing,” she whispered, as he pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground. “But it was not the same as this.”
“This what?” His voice caught.
“This—this—this wonderful torment. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel so—so—”
“Do you ache?” he asked hoarsely.
Her mouth dropped open when his hands went to the fastenings of his breeches.
“Does everything inside you feel hot and heavy?” He slid the snug breeches over his hips and down his thighs. The splint fell away with his garments.
“Yes…” She watched with wide eyes as his erection spilled free and hung heavy before her.
He came closer, and her gaze rose to his face. She gave a little gasp as their lower bodies brushed, then pressed. Spencer slid his arm around her waist, holding her close.
Roselyn felt as if she was falling backward, and she clung to his shoulders.
He kissed her hair, her brow, her lips, arching her farther and farther over his arm. His lips taunted her throat, trailed across her wet skin, then closed over her nipple.
The world spun wildly as she cried out and clung to him. His hot mouth on her rain-cooled breast sent stabs of pleasure shooting throughout her body, until she was mindless and moaning beneath him. When she thought she could take no more without bursting into a thousand pieces, he moved to her other breast and started all over again.
The urge to rub herself against him, hip to hip, overpowered her. She had never felt such a sensation before, and was almost frightened of it. With a groan she pressed against him, his hard arousal nudging between her legs. She spread her thighs, guided by a primitive need she’d never experienced before.
He half groaned, half laughed against her breasts. “Not like this. I’ll fall on top of you.”
“I want you on top of me.”
He lifted his head to stare into her eyes as his smile died. He turned her and she felt the world rush away as she fell back, caught in his hands, crushing daisies beneath her. Their scent wafted around them as he followed her down, pressing his body the length of hers.
With a moan she brought her knees up and settled him where she wanted him, hot between her thighs, rubbing against the womanly places that throbbed for him. She could have drowned in the dark seas of his eyes, so much did she yearn to be a part of him.
He brought his mouth down on hers, and as his tongue thrust into her mouth, so did he bury his shaft deep inside her.
She stiffened, waiting for the pain, yet knowing she would bear anything to be close to him—but there was no pain at all, just a wonderful feeling of fullness, of completion.
Spencer felt her muscles tighten all around him, and knew a dawning dread. “Did I hurt you?” he rasped.
The relief was overwhelming when she shook her head. “It feels…perfect.”
Perfect—that’s what Roselyn was. He held himself painfully still inside her body, waiting for her to adjust, as he looked on her flushed face, wet with the rain. He spread kisses across her face, her neck, then rounded his back so he could lave her breasts with his tongue.
He pulled out and thrust again deep inside her, wanting to touch all of her. He felt a need so deep for her that it frightened him, and his pace sped up until they rocked together in the darkness. She made panting, incoherent sounds against his chest and neck, and the first touch of her tongue sent him over the edge and into an abyss that had eluded him for so long. Though he tried to stop himself, his long celibacy worked against his control. With a groan, he shuddered and poured himself into her, as her arms held him tight.
When at last he lifted himself up on his elbows, it was to find her staring at him a little wide-eyed.
“You didn’t enjoy that,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose.
“Oh yes, it was wonderful.”
Roselyn, his betrothed, a widow, was yet an innocent to all she could feel. He knew more about what her body experienced than she did.
“No, you didn’t enjoy that,” he repeated, lifting up and then burying himself inside her again.
She gasped and wiggled.
He grinned. “But you soon will.”
