“Glad you think so.” He cast her an affectionately wicked grin, then dipped his head to her breast and kissed her there. More than kissed her because his lips were now suckling the straining bud and she was going to shoot off the bed if he did not stop doing whatever he was doing with the light swirl of his tongue.
Was she supposed to explode like a fireworks display?
No one had adequately explained this to her before.
Is this what one felt when roused to passion?
Ah, passion.
No wonder poets made such a fuss about it in their verses.
She gasped as Ambrose moved off one breast and began to work his magic on the other with effortless skill.
Dear heaven.
Wondrously fiery sensations built within her body.
She clutched his shoulders, needing to hold tightly to them for fear she would shoot to the stars and turn to glitter against the sky.
So this was passion?
She was going to enjoy her wedding night immensely.
CHAPTER 17
AMBROSE PROMISED HIMSELFto take things slow, but his body was not cooperating. He had felt the attraction between him and Adela from the moment they first met and their bodies collided. One would think the passage of time and his prior experiences in the bedchamber would allow him some control.
Alas, it did not.
He was ravenous for Adela, his prized control on a very thin tether that was about to snap. But he had to hold onto that last frayed thread of restraint and remain gentle. Reading books about a sweet young thing being ravished by a dark, brooding nobleman might be appealing on the pages but not in actuality for someone as untried and innocent as Adela.
In addition, she was still bruised from her run in with that wretch, Runyon.
She was a brave girl when it came to fighting for others or for causes she believed in passionately. But for herself? She had been brought low by neglectful parents and spitefultondiamonds. Was it any wonder she had little confidence in her own loveliness?
If only she could see herself as he saw her, the soft beauty of her face and her inner glow.
He loved the way she responded to him, the trust she had in his touch.
“Shift your hips upward, love. Just the slightest bit. Does it hurt you? The hip is still a little bruised.”
“I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt.”
“Good.” He slipped the chemise completely off her so she now lay fully open to his view. Exquisitely so, for her legs were long and slender, her skin soft and silky if one overlooked her knees. But those marks would soon fade.
Her breasts were glorious and large enough to fill the cup of his hands.
She had not seen him fully unclothed yet, for he had not removed his trousers. Nor would he before he gave her a first taste of pleasure. She was eager for it, but not merely because he ravished her senses. She was the most curious girl he had ever met, always thirsting for knowledge, so he wanted to give her time to experience each new sensation and absorb all its nuances before she began asking questions.
It was not long after he put his lips to her magnificent breast that she closed her eyes and sighed. “Ambrose…”
“Yes, love.” He tipped his head upward to kiss her throat.
“I’m feeling a fiery heat rush through me.”
He propped on his elbows and met her gaze as she opened her eyes with a starlight sparkle. “And you wish to know what it is?”
She nodded.
