With a small smile and her stomach abuzz with nerves, she pressed her hands firmly to his abdomen. His skin was hot to the touch, but also markedly soft. She palmed a path over his broad chest and shoulders and down his muscular arms.Law, but the man was afire, his body both hard and soft simultaneously.
With that touch, the moment changed. He dipped to take her lips with his. Their masks bumped, and Heather relished the restriction, the mystery.
His tongue flicked erotically over hers, each movement eliciting tingles of excitement throughout her body. A moan escaped her, and she clutched his shoulders tighter as he ground his hips against hers. The hard ridge of his erection rubbed deliciously against her cleft.
Something about the man was comforting—familiar—as though her body had known the touch of him before. It was impossible, of course, but the feeling calmed what few nerves she had about the encounter.
“I want you,” she breathed.
He groaned and broke their kiss to trail his lips along the side of her neck, his arms coming around her waist and pulling her against him.
“I have but one stipulation,” she continued on a whisper.
Body stilling, he drew back to look her in the eyes. “Of course.”
Heather hesitated, a blush creeping over her cheeks. She’d heard enough of her friends’ encounters—and had read a great deal on the subject—to know what she wanted. But dare she confess her desire? She desperately wanted to remember this moment, to have it burned into her memory, sustaining her for the remainder of her life after she was removed from society.Yes. She must. “Don’t be gentle.”
A low, rumbling growl vibrated in his chest. “As you desire.”
In a blur of activity, the mysterious man had her sitting on the edge of the gazebo’s perimeter bench, pillows at her back. He threw one to the ground and shockingly lowered himself to his knees before her.
“I need to see you,” he growled.
With sure movements, he tugged at the low neckline of her chemise and popped one breast out above her corset. Another rumble came from his chest.
“So pert and pink.” Wrapping one arm between her back and the pillows, he held her close and took the nipple into his mouth.
A hot burst of pleasure swept her from head to foot as he teased. His tongue flicked, his teeth scraped, and—good God—the suckling! Her hands drifted to his hair, careful to not dislodge the ties of his domino as he lavished her breast with attention.
He swiftly exposed the other and repeated his attentions, garnering breathy moans from her.
She wanted this man without question.
Rather suddenly, he pulled back to bunch her skirts around her abdomen, his gaze locked on her exposed cunny. Her stomach gave a swoop of giddy nerves. His callused hands rubbed along her inner thighs, massaging the muscles, and her pulse skipped. A delectable quivering began low in her belly, the sensation preceding a wanton throbbing through her core.
Then her mind was rendered entirely blank as his head disappeared between her legs and he licked her cleft. Pleasure shot through her, and a keening moan was pulled from her lips.
He grunted again, the heat of his breath against her cunny adding to her excitement. He laved in earnest, consuming her with erotic strokes of his tongue.
Unable to keep her hands to herself, she reached down to grip his hair in her fists as he worked, flicking over each sensitive nerve, and—oh,the gentle suction from his lips!
She knew of the “little death” from her friends and could recognize the impending rupture in the tightening of her muscles, the stuttering of her breath…and the utterly delectable tingling that rippled through her in ever-strengthening waves.
“My God,” she whimpered. “I’m going to?—”
With a ragged gasp, he drew back. “I need to be inside you when you come,” he ground out.
Heather groaned, already missing his touch.
His lips quirked. “I haven’t any condoms. Have you taken precautions?”
Her mind awhirl with lust, Heather blinked at the man.Condom? Precautions?She’d never heard of the former, but she was not too lust-addled to mistake his meaning. He wished to know if she had any protection against pregnancy.
“No,” she blurted.
He nodded, and with a heated glance, he unfastened his breeches and slid them down in one smooth motion. She had a mere moment to take in his enormous, ruddy, jutting erection before he gripped it and slid the tip of himself against her.
Sparks danced behind her eyelids at the contact.
