His body, however, did not appear to share the demands offered by his lips.
And she was feeling decidedly stubborn. “I want to bring you pleasure. Cease being so stiff-backed and tell me what I should do.”
Color tinged his high cheekbones. “I cannot control myself in your presence, as I have proven time and again. I dare not trust myself with you.”
“Good.” She wanted him to be mindless, and if he would not offer any assistance in the matter, she would merely follow her instincts instead. “I do not want you to control yourself. I want you to be as wild as you like.”
Helena took the ruddy tip of him into her mouth, gratified by the hiss of his breath from above. She sucked, then tentatively swirled her tongue over him. Feeling brave, she took him deeper. Slowly, so slowly.
“Helena,” he bit out. “Sweet God.”
But instead of withdrawing or requesting she stand again, his fingers sifted through her unbound hair in a gentle, unexpected caress. It would seem his ability to withstand her seduction was diminishing more and more by the moment.
Excellent.
She’d had no plan when she had entered the bathroom and discovered him—quite propitiously—already enjoying the bath which had been meant for her. Already naked. However, Helena was no fool. When Fortune’s fickle wheel gave her a good turn, she seized it. And so, any reason to remain in his presence had been excuse enough.
How she loved him. Loved the thickness of him in her mouth. Loved the way he smelled, tasted, felt beneath her questing hands as they skimmed his hips. Loved the low groans of reluctant approval torn from his proper lips. Loved the way he made love to her and brought her to passion’s exquisite heights every night.
She was going to do the same for him now. Helena was determined. And she would keep the walls he sought to raise between them down. In the dining room and drawing room, they were the politest of society spouses. But at night, when they were alone, they were aflame. She wanted to keep him burning.
To make him forget all the reasons churning through his mind.
She worked her mouth up and down the length of him, paying close attention to the subtle cues his body and his responses gave her. Breathing through her nose, she took him deep once more, and his fingers tightened in her hair as he rolled his hips. The movement took him to the back of her throat once more. This time, she was prepared. She relaxed, held him there, and then withdrew.
He made another guttural moan. “Hellion. You will be the death of me.”
Pleasure slid through her as she sucked and licked. Having this big, powerful man so completely at her mercy filled her with a swelling tide of desire. The more she tended to him, the more pronounced her own need became.
But just when she thought he was about to reach his pinnacle, he reached for her, drawing her to her feet. His gaze was dark and stormy as it clashed with hers.
“Gabe,” she protested.
“Hush.” In the next instant, his mouth was on hers, fierce and insistent.
The kiss was hard and claiming and deep, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with hers. So drugging were his lips that she did not even notice he was removing her robe until the whisper of it slid down her arms. She shrugged out of it, allowing it to fall to the towel-lined floor as humid air greeted her bare skin.
He dragged his mouth down her throat, his hand on her waist, clutching her, it seemed, as if she were his anchor. “I need you.”
His hoarse confession sent a frisson of desire through her. “Yes.”
He spun her about, taking her hands in his and placing them on the lip of the high tub surround. “Now.”
Helena shivered at the low tone of his voice, the sensual promise. He kissed the side of her throat, then her ear, pressing his body against hers. Helena arched her back. She wanted him inside her so much she ached.
Gabe wanted tobe inside her so badly, he was going to make love to his wife standing up, in the bathroom. It was depraved, but so were half the things he wanted to do to and with her. Besides, after he had allowed her to suck his cock, any barriers he had been taught to believe existed for the prosperity of a marriage were effectively smashed to bits.
He was not certain if the failure was in Grandfather’s teachings or in Gabe himself. Whatever the reason, he was beyond the point of being capable of fretting over right from wrong. All he wanted was Helena, as quickly and completely as he could have her.
He nibbled lightly on the creamy curve of her shoulder as he reached between them, parting her lush folds from behind. She was deliciously wet, and the knowledge that taking him in her mouth had achieved her sodden state was enough to make his ballocks tighten.
He slid a finger into her heat, testing her readiness. Her inner muscles contracted, tightening on him in a welcoming grip he could not wait to feel upon his cock. A breathy moan escaped her. Gabe sank another finger inside her, massaging her in the place he had found, purely by accident, that drove her to the edge. The wet suction of his fingers thrusting in and out of her was unbearably erotic.
He kissed back up her neck, finding his way to her ear. “You are so wet. Did you like it, being on your knees for me?”
“Yes,” she gasped, thrusting into his fingers and bringing him deeper. “Oh, Gabe. I want you so much.”
How he loved her when she was wicked and wild.
