She felt no shame, no embarrassment at being paraded naked through the house. In a distant corner of her mind, she was vaguely aware that a servant might see them, and she didn’t even care. In the arms of this man she was pure desire, a creature made for hedonistic pleasure.
CHAPTER 36 - The Deed
DALE PUSHED OPEN THEdoor to the bedroom and deposited her in the center of his massive bed. Leaving her there, prowled back toward the door and turned the key in the lock, then made his way to the fireplace to stoke the fire.
She turned on her side and, propping her head on her hand, watched him with dreamy eyes. His body was male perfection. He moved with such languorous grace and efficiency as he saw to the tasks at hand.
He finally came back to the bed. Taking her in his arms, he pushed her on her back, crawling half on top of her, one of his legs between hers. He looked at her, his gaze tender and fierce at the same time as his hand caressed down her side from breast to hip.
She reveled in his regard. Maybe she should have felt exposed, vulnerable, self conscious. Instead, she felt powerfully feminine. She enjoyed being naked with him, found it freeing, empowering. His slow caress once again stoked the hunger of her desire. She opened her legs in silent invitation. She needed him there. It was surprising to feel so inflamed again after being so thoroughly satisfied.
Desperation ripped through her with the suddenness of a summer storm. He wore too many clothes. She needed to feel his skin against hers. She wanted to kiss and explore his whole body. And he knew it. She could see it in his eyes. He knew exactly what this slow caress, this apparent pause, was doing to her.
“Dale,” she moaned.
“Hmm.”
“As much as I enjoy the piquancy of being naked while you are fully dressed, I want to see you, too. I need to feel your skin.”
He smiled slowly, wickedly, as he stood up. “Your wish is my command, my lady. Do you want to help me undress?”
She got on her knees on the bed and grabbed hold of his coat before he had finished the sentence. It probably would have been faster if she hadn’t helped, but not nearly as enjoyable. She pushed the coat off his shoulders. Next should be his cravat and shirt, but she’d rather remove his pants and look at the hard cock straining against the front of his trousers. She went to work on the buttons at his waist, and he chuckled, working to remove his cravat and shirt himself.
He had the cravat undone and waistcoat unbuttoned when she squeezed his member through the fabric of his drawers and his hips pumped into her hand while a strangled groan escaped his mouth. He threw off the discarded cravat and removed his shirt and waistcoat in one smooth motion, revealing the hard planes of his exquisite body. The view of his magnificent torso momentarily distracted her from her ministrations below the waist.
She stared, transfixed. He grabbed hold of her hands and slid them over his chest. “Touch me.” He pleaded and commanded at the same time.
She needed no more urging as she ran her hands over his abdomen and chest, feeling the hard contours. She kept going over his wide shoulders, down his muscled arms.
He was perfect, all hard muscles and warm skin. Unable to help herself, she leaned forward and kissed his chest, feeling his heart thundering under her lips, then ran her mouth over to one of his flat nipples and bit softly. He made a choking sound. How enjoyable to be able to drive this powerful man crazy with lust!
Her hands wandered down his back while she kissed and nuzzled his chest. She slid her hands beneath the waistband of his undone breeches and drawers to slide over his rock hard ass and he rolled his hips into her. The next moment, he stepped away and removed his breeches and drawers in one smooth motion.
She had one moment to contemplate the magnificence of his fully naked male body before he grabbed her by the back of her knees and flipped her on her back. He would take her now, and she was ready, more than ready. Her legs opened in silent invitation. But instead of falling on her and entering her, he slowly lowered his head and started kissing down her torso.
He was going there.
