ChapterFour
“Then take me,” she answered. “Take me, Piers, for I want you too.”
“Not here, not in your front hall…” She huffed a surprised laugh. “It’syourfront hall—Piers, for Heaven’s sake…”
He swept her off her feet and into his arms as she spoke, taking her breath away at the same time. “I won’t drop you, trust me.”
“I do,” she murmured, pulling the ties of her chemise loose and completely baring her breasts. “How could I not trust you?”
He groaned. “You’re teasing me.”
She smiled and licked her lips. “Yes.”
“A dangerous game, my sweet…” He swiftly bent his head and set his teeth to one rosy nipple, tugging it as he carried her from the top of the short staircase to a door off the landing. “Here we are. And I don’t care if the bed’s made up or not.”
“Neither do I.”
He dropped her onto the soft mattress, covered by a thick feather quilt. Sparing only a moment to shrug free of his coat, he fell upon her, greedy for the taste of her, sucking as much of a firm breast as he could, while his hands fought her skirts and finally found her bare legs.
“Piers,” she whispered. “Let me breathe. Let me touch you. Take off your clothes. Now…”
He caught his breath, as eager as she to feel their naked skin meet and slide and…
He groaned. “All right, but I don’t know if I can wait that long.”
“You must.” She slithered off the bed and hurried to drop the gown and her chemise. Her shoes and stockings followed with a little thud and before he’d finished unfastening his breeches, she was nude, lying lasciviously open to him. Her mound glowed with rich dark curls and the morning light revealed tiny diamonds of moisture her body offered to him as a sign of welcome.
“Not fair,” he panted, fighting with his boots. “You had less to take off.”
She stretched, a sly smile on her face. “Now I have more time to watch you undress.” Her eyes roamed over him as she spoke and he wasn’t sure he could get any harder without exploding.
Moments later he was as naked as she and stood by the bed, his cock fully erect, his heart thundering as he surveyed what he would claim as his.
She reached for him, her soft hand cradling his length. “So beautiful. So incredibly beautiful.” Her gaze met his. “I want this. Inside me. Make me scream and sob and soar, Piers.”
“I will.” He grasped her hand and moved it away from his cock. “But only when you’re ready…”
She moaned as he flicked her nipples, then clasped her breasts and mounded them. “God, I’m ready now…”
He pinched the hard peaks, smiling at her muted cry. “Not quite…”
She shifted, her hips moving in mute invitation, her legs parting, knees bending. Yes, she was ready, but she could be even more ready and he determined to tease her higher and higher, knowing that the ultimate moment would be all the sweeter for it.
Keeping his hands where they were, he moved over her, settling between her thighs, breathing in the sweet tangy scent of her body. It was a fragrance he’d never forget, a perfume that filled his head and his mind with images of her like this, eager, awaiting him with delicious abandon.
“It’s the first time again,” he whispered, watching her tremble as he breathed the words over the soft roundness of her belly.
“Yes…” she murmured back, keeping her hands high above her head, her body taut and inviting, white skin, rosy breasts and shadowy dark curls covering the sweet pink petals of her sex.
Opening his mouth, he licked his way around her navel, then gently nipped, knowing she liked the feel of his teeth against such a sensitive spot.
Her twitch and moan told him she still enjoyed it, but hidden pleasures lured, so he released his hold on her breasts and slithered down, tucking his hands beneath her bottom as he raised her to his mouth.
With an anticipatory sigh, she let her thighs fall wide apart, opening herself for his pleasure. And Piers was ready to take full advantage.
He growled low, hungering for that slick sweetness on his lips and the warmth of her body against his skin. He pushed against her, his tongue probing, tickling, drawing her hot honey, relishing the taste and the tiny tremors and sounds she made as he feasted on her plump and swollen folds.
She tensed and whimpered, her hands now clutching at his hair, holding him tightly in place.
