“I’m not sure yet.” She could be wicked, too. “Further investigation will be necessary.”
A dry chuckle rumbled through him.
Driven by the necessity of the moment, her hand wrapped around him, finger by curious finger. So very, impossibly hard…andhot, yet…the skin soft like velvet. Instinctively, she moved her hand up its length, and a groan poured from his parted lips as eyes half-lidded with desire watched her explore him.
Though she straddled his legs, her thighs wanted to squeeze together with a fresh wave of arousal as he watched her pleasure him with her hand.
Emboldened, she squeezed tighter and moved with building confidence.
The raw desire in his eyes… She inspired that.
He slid lower on sofa cushions, his legs sprawled beneath her as he let her have her way with him—and watched.
Blimey.
Now she understood stolen moments between lovers, the willingness to risk all for…this.
On a groan, he reached out and covered her hand with his. “That will be enough for now.”
Her brow creased. “I thought you were enjoying my,erm, ministrations.”
“Let us enjoy some otherministrationsbefore I enjoy myself too much.”
Ah. He was afraid he would spill. She might’ve been new to this, but she understood the basic mechanics of the act.
In a swift fluidity of motion, he drew her tight into his body and stood. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her mouth to his throat, the hard, alive throb of his pulse against her lips, as he carried her into his bedroom. The large, four-poster bed had the covers turned down, as it awaited the presence of its master.
Alive.
That was the word that best described the sensations whirring through her.
Her body had never felt more alive…enlivened.
When they reached the bed, he released the arm beneath her legs and set her on her feet. Her head tipped back. The look in his eyes—determined…intent—had her hands moving…reaching for the hem of his untucked shirt, pushing it up his torso andover his head, tousling his thick black hair. His hands responded in kind, fingers nimbly unbuttoning her dress, sliding it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
They each took a second to gaze upon the other revealed. Oh, his chest was as she remembered—broad…lightly fuzzed with fine black hair…muscles dense and well-defined.
But it was his eyes that called most to her, as they gazed upon her clad in naught but chemise and stockings. She’d lost her slippers somewhere in sofa cushions.
He wanted her.
Perhaps as badly as she wanted him.
Perhaps desperately.
A wicked smile tipped one corner of his mouth. “Shall I return the favor for you?”
“What…” The question faded as quickly as begun. She knew what favor. And… “Oh, yes.”
Firm, masculine fingers wrapped around her waist and eased her back against the bed. As her bottom perched on the cushy edge, he moved forward, pressing her back, lying her down, the length of his body poised above, their faces inches apart. Into his eyes she gazed, and he into hers, their breath shallow and quick, mingling. He dipped his head and took her mouth with his in a slow, languorous kiss. The sort of kiss that slipped deep into a soul.
He angled his body slightly to the side of hers, supported by his forearm. His other hand slid across her skin, teasing a trail of goose bumps as it went—cupping her breast, giving the nipple a light pinch…across her stomach…into the curls of her mons pubis…
And still he kissed her, their tongues tangling, as a light fingertip grazed along her slit, pulling a moan from her as her hips tilted and pleaded for more.
Then she felt it—the slide of his finger…him entering her, slowly pushing inside.
Her sex had been waiting all its life for this moment.
