“How about some fun before we get leg shackled? Hm?” He tugged her further into his body.
And then, she sucked in another breath—for he was naked and erect, and with the slip of nothing between her, her nightgown was completely translucent, the gray was now gauze.
Heat slammed into Bridget as William lowered his head and ran his tongue up her breast, teasing the aching flesh before taking the hard bead of her nipple into his mouth through the thin cloth. She was awash with pleasure.
“W-William. You’re d-drunk,” she tried to reason with him, but there was no getting through to him.
“No,” his hands glided down her hips to cup her derrière. “I assure you I’m not.”
He kissed her again. This time, it was slow and heated, a torturous pleasure that sent liquid heat through her veins. Fighting through the sensation inside, she gently pushed against his steely chest and searched his eyes. His gaze had a glaze over them, but it was like a door had opened—the guard she ordinarily saw in his eyes was gone.
“Are you all right?”
“Perfectly fine,” he replied.
The back of his finger skimmed over her breasts before trailing down to her clenching belly. “We’re getting married today,” he murmured before taking both hands and resting them on her shoulders. “Do you want to taste the meal before you take it?”
“Meal?” She tried to keep the air light, even while the situation was decidedly heavy. “Are you an apéritif or... dessert?”
He chuckled. “Whatever you decide, my sweet, just touch me and I will do the same.”
Hesitating at first, she started with the broad breadth of his arms, the corded muscles of his shoulders, the little scars on his skin, and then slowly drifted to his chest. His breath came faster as she ran her hands down the rigid muscles and the light fur on his pectorals. Her fingers teased over the flat discs of his nipples.
The pleasure had him tipping his head back, his grasp tightening on her hips. His hands slipped from her rear to slide her silk nightgown up to her waist, to run through the curls only she had ever touched.
Her eyes immediately widened and her lips were trapped between her teeth. “William—”
“Trust me,” he whispered again as his hand moved lower to stroke the soft petals between her legs, soft caresses that drove a whimper to her lips. “Just feel, sweet.”
He kissed her lush breasts again, laving her nipples through her wet gown as she arched into his mouth, and he swept a finger over the tight bud between her thighs. She jerked forward in shock as he circled it slowly.
She is an innocent,he reminded himself, trying to pull back, determined not to terrify her with the fierce passions inside him.
Using his knees, he parted her trembling thighs, and carded his fingers amidst soft and silky dark curls, perfectly untouched. Slipping a finger inside her sheath, he began to stroke her softly.
Her moans made his passions soar, yet he wanted this for her—and himself—neededher climax, craved seeing her pleasure.
“So… beautiful,” William whispered, easing his fingers inside her. He watched her eyes, watched for any sign she did not like the sensation, but they were glazed with sensual heat.
Her soft, pale skin, long silken limbs flush on his, made his body hard with need and blood thundered through him. Pushing a cloud of dark curls over her shoulder, he took her mouth once more. Kissing Bridget, showing her sensations she had never experienced before, stirred his soul.
Her spine bowed as he found and penetrated her most vulnerable place. His finger slid all the way in, as if he belonged there. He watched her face intently, as if she were the only thing in the world that existed.
“Work yourself against my finger,” he instructed. “Show me your pleasure.”
His wicked words made her giddy with arousal, but she obeyed, her need mounting as she rode his hand. As she hit her stride,she transformed into a nymph rising from the water, her body undulating over his touch, her breasts so seductively covered in wet silk, her nipples, dark berries, praying to be suckled.
He leaned down, and using his nose to push away the wet fabric, captured a bare tip in his mouth. He suckled in rhythm with his pistoning fisting, driving her on, making her wild in her pursuit of that vital finish. When his thumb skated over her hidden bud, the race careened out of her control.
“Come for me, now.” His forceful command propelled her over the edge. With a cry, she shattered around him, gripping his shoulders as her body succumbed to her first climax, but his fingers still coaxed out spasm after soaring spasm.
He drank it in like it was the elixir to life.
When she wilted against his chest, he rubbed the back of her neck, “You are so angelic when you come apart.”
She shivered, breathless. “I… I did not think this would be happening on my wedding day…”
“Did you think it would happen tonight?” he asked, finding the warm burn of his manhood resting thickly on his thigh oddly titillating. “I told you I would not debauch you… well, not entirely.”
