His eyes were closed, his head tilted to one side to allow her better access. “Don’t stop, darling. I love the feel of your lips on my skin.”
Caroline grinned. A sense of power flowed through her. What next? She liked it when he touched her. But now he sat still, his hands at his side. She wiggled in frustration, and Morgan groaned low, his eyes popped open.
“Morgan, I want you to touch me. I don’t know what to do next.”
****
Her words set fire to his blood.I want you to touch me.She leaned over him and rays from the late afternoon sun streamed across her face, highlighting her sharp cheekbones and small straight nose, and setting those blue eyes to flame. Or was it his kisses that had lit the desire burning in their depths? She was so damn beautiful. Cage leaned up to nibble at her bottom lip as it jutted out. The frustration in her voice amused him, not that he would allow her to see that. Her request to engage in an affair had thrown him off-balance. His heart warned him not to get deeper involved. He could not keep her forever. But for the next few weeks, he would take every bit of her she would share with him. Hell, he would settle for just the next few hours.
He splayed his hands around her waist. “Can I undress you?”
“Yes,” she breathed against his mouth before cupping his cheeks with her hands to plunder his mouth once more.
His fingers found the fabric-covered buttons at the back of her dress, and he made quick work of undoing the row. Caroline’s mouth was hot and demanding against his. He disengaged from her mouth to pull the dress off her shoulders.
“Here, wait.” Keeping an arm around her waist, he stood. Now when he tugged, the peach silk gown fell to the floor. Underneath, Caroline wore an ivory-colored corset with a peach ribbon trimming the edges. He ran a finger along the silky border and wondered if she had matching corsets for each gown. Her breast rose as she sucked in a breath. His gaze snapped toher face. Was she distressed? But her eyes glowed with desire. Her lips, bee-stung from his kisses, were slightly parted.
She undid the buttons on his vest. Then sliding her hands under the fabric, she rid him of both vest and jacket. She leaned in to nibble at his throat, and he wished she would use her teeth on him as she had at the bacchanal. As if she could read his mind, the sharp nip of pain he craved jolted through him. Caroline’s tongue darted out to soothe the spot. He groaned at the erotic rasp across his skin.
“You said I could bite you anytime, anywhere.”
“Absolutely.”
“Take off your shirt,” she commanded. She bit her lip. “Please?”
This time he did chuckle out loud at the contrast of her words. He reached and tugged the shirt from his pants, slowly lifting it over his head. Taking his time so she could enjoy the show of muscle and skin. If he thought she would be hesitant about touching him, he was dead wrong. Her fingertips brushed over the top of his pectorals, sliding down the center of his chest and lightly scraping across his stomach. His muscles tightened. And his cock pulsed against his pants. He tried valiantly to tell it to stand down.
“You have almost no hair on your chest. I thought all men were hairy beasts.” Caroline mused.
Unable to resist, he leaned in to lick at the porcelain skin of her shoulder. “It’s because I’m so fair. Not nearly as much body hair.” He loosened the five rows of crisscrossing ribbon on her corset. Thank goodness for warm weather and short stays. Soon her corset joined the dress on the floor. Cage took her hands and pulled her back to the sofa. This time when he sat, he guided her to sit astride him.
Having her notched against his aching erection felt like heaven. Both of them moaned. Caroline rolled her hips, rubbingagainst him. He almost came right then and there, but today was for showing her what pleasure could be had between two people. He did not want to rush. They needed more room than this sofa allowed. Cage slid one arm under her backside and used the other to lever them off the sofa. “We need the bed.”
Caroline smiled and wrapped her legs tight around his waist. Her head dipped, and she nibbled on his earlobe as they exited the room. Her tongue traced a path down his neck, and then she bit him again. Cage stumbled on the last step to the third floor; the minx was going to kill them. He grasped her derriere with both hands and gave a hard squeeze. Turning, he braced his back against the nearest wall in order to kiss her naughty mouth. He had no more patience for gentleness, so he ravaged. Her moans mingled with his, trapped by slick kisses and teasing tongues. His fingers kneaded her backside as he pressed his hips against her center. God, she was already so wet. He could feel her dampen the front of his pants. The bed, where was the damn bed?
She held on tight, one arm around his neck as he found the right door and pushed it open. The room boasted naught but a large bed in the exact center, its four posts devoid of curtains, but the mattress fresh with linens. He stumbled forward and dumped Caroline onto it with a bounce. She giggled, and his heart expanded at the sound. He walked over to close the curtains at the window and took a few moments to give his cock a stern talking-to about who was in charge.
When he turned back to Caroline, she lay on her back, her elbows propped up beneath her. She watched him with glowing eyes.
He crossed to the bed. “What are you thinking?”
“I was admiring your very fine backside. Indeed, everything about you from the back is quite nice. Thick, shiny hair, broad, muscular shoulders, and a gorgeous arse.”
He choked on a laugh at her use of the word. And maybe for the first time ever, a blush warmed his cheeks. He leaned over her, keeping himself raised on his arms. “Tell me then, what’s next, duchess?”
Her fingers trailed over his chest, and her thumbs brushed across his nipples, causing them to stiffen. She met his gaze. “Does that hurt?”
“No, not at all. It feels even better if you use your tongue.”
Her eyes widened. She leaned up and cautiously licked his right nipple, and a shiver of pleasure shot through him. As she leaned back to assess his reaction, he brushed a kiss across her lips.
“Women’s nipples are far more sensitive than men’s. Can I show you how pleasurable they can be?”
Caroline bit her bottom lip. A sure sign of hesitation.
“Do you trust me?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
