“I will stop for a kiss,” he whispered.
Melissande’s heart leapt.“You are a devil,” she protested lightly, more because she thought she should than because she had any particular objections.
Quinn laughed and the merry sound tempted Melissande to join him.“A devil?”he demanded with an arch of his brow.“Only a saint would demand so little from such a wife.”
Though he jested, it was clear the compliment was meant honestly.
“One kiss will not make a son,” she reminded him.
Quinn’s grin broadened.“I am at your service, my lady.Take of me what you will.”
The breath abandoned Melissande in a rush.“You do not mind if I make demands?”
“Far from it.I would encourage as much.”
He wished her to be bold?There could be no doubt of it, not when he watched her with such anticipation.Melissande dared to indulge her notion.She reached up, framing his face in her hands.Quinn smiled, just a little, and waited.
The man’s patience made it simple to follow her urge.She leaned closer, brushing her lips softly against his own.She felt his breath and her nipples barely touched the hair upon his chest.His grip upon her waist tightened.She saw him close his eyes, his expression so rapturous that she wanted to tempt him more.
She angled her mouth over his, just as he had kissed her, and deepened her kiss.Quinn moaned, the sound apparently coming from the depths of his soul, and Melissande felt triumphant in her seduction.She touched the tip of her tongue to his lips and closed her own eyes when he shuddered, then he rolled her to her back.His mouth locked over hers, even as he braced his weight above her and Melissande welcomed his touch.Her fingers fanned out of their own accord, sliding over his shoulders to pull him closer.
It was blessedly simple to welcome him.Indeed, it seemed both natural and right.
Quinn’s groan made her smile, for it reassured her that he was as powerfully affected as she.His kiss was everything Melissande had longed for just moments before.His arms enfolded her and he eased his thigh between her legs.His tongue explored and Melissande greeted it with hers.She mimicked him, learning from him, feeling the heat rise to a crescendo between them.That she had the power to entice him, even to satisfy him, was a marvel.His hands slipped from her waist to spread behind her, one at her nape again and one cupping her buttocks.
Still she wanted more of him.
This time, they seduced each other, and Melissande felt the difference.It was a hundred times more potent, each caress sending her to new heights and tempting her to respond in kind.Melissande wound her fingers into Quinn’s hair; she arched against his strength; she let her hands rove over him; she loved how gently he touched her.She wanted to know him, to touch him, to taste him as she had never before.She wanted to feel his strength within her with a ferocity that astonished her.
Quinn dragged his lips from hers, and Melissande was aware of the evidence of his arousal.She instinctively rubbed the softness of her belly against him.
“My lady,” he gasped.“You must choose now if it will be a kiss or more.Any more and I will not be able to stop.”
But Melissande did not want to stop.
She stretched up and rolled her tongue in Quinn’s ear, savoring her power over him.He shivered, much as she did beneath his touch, and that evidence of his vulnerability emboldened her to new heights.She wanted to disarm him, she wanted to see this supremely self-controlled man surrender to her.
She wanted to feel him explode within her again.
She pushed him to his back and straddled him, capturing his face in her hands again and bending to taste him.“The lady desires another kiss,” she whispered against his mouth, then she kissed him again.She was more demanding this time, echoing his moves when he had kissed and seduced her.Quinn clutched her buttocks with his hands and moaned.
“My lady, test me no further,” he murmured, and the strain of maintaining his control was evident in his voice.
Melissande did not intend to give him any quarter.She was relentless.Her hands moved over him, savoring the warm satin of his skin beneath her touch, until her fingers landed upon that part of him.She shifted to one side and looked up to his face as she closed her hand around him.He was larger and harder than he had been before.
Quinn’s eyes closed and Melissande marveled that he could be so affected by her touch.
“I want you,” she confided.
Quinn’s eyes flew open, his expression rapt as he scanned her face.“Truly?”he asked in evident surprise.
Melissande smiled.“Aye.You are invited, sir.”
It took no more than that.
Quinn pulled her lips down for his impassioned kiss.Melissande felt his restraint fall away like a tangible thing and reveled in the surety of his touch.She tried to change positions, moving toward the bed, but Quinn’s strong hands locked around her waist and held her in place, astride him.
“I would see you,” he murmured, his voice rough with demand.Melissande did not understand until he moved her forward.Her knees were on either side of his waist and his erection nudged against her softness.
