She gazed shyly at her hands for a moment, then looked up, her eyes meeting his. “Perhaps I don’t care about the risk,” she whispered.
A sound that very much sounded like a deep growl escaped him as he suddenly pulled her into his arms and captured her lips in one swift motion.
She gasped at how quickly he moved.
And reveled in it.
Her very first kiss.
She was glad that they were seated on the sofa, because had they been standing, her legs would surely have buckled beneath her.
It could have been an hour or a day, but it was most likely a moment later, when he pulled away and touched his forehead to hers. They were both breathing heavily. And oh, how she wanted to kiss him again.
“You are the most incredible woman I have ever met,” he said in a raspy voice.
“I am?”
“Indeed.”
“But I heard you groan.”
“And you will most assuredly hear me groan again. And it will be for all the right reasons.”
Winnie heaved a deep sigh. Her mind was awhirl, one thought chasing the next.
It was probably forward of her, but she cupped his face and delicately traced his cheekbones and the line of his powerful jaw with her fingers.
“I don’t want this moment to end.”
“I don’t either,” he said.
She realized she had spoken her thought aloud.
“Please kiss me again,” she begged.
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said with a low chuckle.
She’d felt clumsy at first, but now she wanted more, and she didn’t care if she was inexperienced. Her breath quickened as the tip of Lex’s tongue prodded her lips, coaxing her mouth open. His tongue plunged inside her, dancing against hers.
The taste of him, dear Lord, was a revelation, and she was sure it would never be enough. Never would she get enough of him. His muscular arms pulled her even tighter to his chest, so close that she could feel his heart pounding wildly against her breast.
“Edwina, my darling.” His murmured words disappeared inside of her.
“I beg you not to stop.” It was nearly a command, and as unladylike a sentiment as a young woman of pedigree should ever allow to pass her lips, but the excitement that coursed through her made her forget all propriety.
He ended the kiss, but before she could protest, his lips found her neck, and the feeling was sublime. His lips brushed her collarbone down to her décolletage, and she thought that she would melt from the intensity of his passion. Her response pooled between her thighs, a delicious, warm wetness that demanded more.
“There is nothing I want more than to continue and know every part of you, but I will not dishonor you,” he said, his voice sounding deeper and rougher.
“But what if I don’t want you to stop?” she whispered. “What if I want you to keep going?”
“Darling, you do not know what you ask. One day, I will keep going, but not here, when anyone can walk in. I do not want to compromise you.”
“Please…I need you to… I need more…”
She didn’t quite know what she was asking, but she needed him to touch her; she wanted desperately to feel his hands in places where she dared not touch herself.
“I…I need you,” she whispered again.
