“Yes,” she whispered, nodding. “Very sure.”
He kissed her lips tenderly, then carried her along to the room where her life would change forever. There was no going back.
Duncan nudged the door open and entered the huge room, then set Eliza down before going back to lock it. He wanted no disturbances.
Eliza glanced around her, but she had no time to study the room. Before she could take anything in, his lips were on hers again, hard, hungry, passionate.
Eliza gave herself up to him. Indeed, her knees were weakening as she wrapped her arms around his waist and allowed him to carry on plundering her mouth with complete abandon.
When he drew away, Duncan looked down at Eliza’s flushed face, and the need within him surged and intensified. He shrugged his jacket off and said huskily, “I need to see you, Eliza.”
Eliza’s heart began to beat faster than ever, and she turned her back to him so that he could begin to undo the buttons on her dress. As he unfastened each one, he kissed his way down her back, and she shivered as she felt the delicious touch of his lips on her skin.
After he undid the last button, Duncan turned her around and pushed her dress off her shoulders, then she started on the buttons on his shirt, but he gave a growl and batted her hand away.
Eliza watched as Duncan stripped his clothes off as if they were on fire, but she did not have a chance to see him properly before he lifted her up, strode over to his bed, and laid her on it with infinite tenderness. He undid her chemise and pulled it off, then looked at her all over, his eyes shining with delight and some other emotion which, in her innocence, Eliza could not identify.
“So lovely,” he whispered, and bent to kiss her again, but Eliza put out a hand to stop him.
“Wait,” she murmured.
He was still standing by the bed, and she gazed at him with amazement. She had never seen a fully naked man before, but he was everything she had expected and more. His shoulders were broad, as was his chest, which was dusted with auburn hair that tapered over his rippling torso down to his navel. There were powerful muscles on his upper arms, thighs, and calves, and his hips were narrow, unlike hers.
Everything about him was the opposite to her. He was angular whereas she was curved, hairy where she was smooth, and hard where she was soft. And there was one more part of him that made him utterly different—the long shaft of flesh that was pointing at her from between his thighs. She had heard about this, but had never dreamt that it would look like this.
Duncan followed her astonished gaze and said soothingly, “I promise to be gentle with you.”
Then he climbed onto the bed and lay down beside her. He looked her up and down, drinking in the sight of the creamy globes of her breasts with their rose-pink nipples, her tiny waistthat flared out to curvy womanly hips, and the shapely columns of her legs.
“You are a goddess,” he whispered.
Eliza tensed; she had no idea of what to expect. All she knew was that she wanted to be close to Duncan, but she had no idea why.
Duncan wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lips tenderly, then peppered tiny kisses all the way down to her hardened nipples. He glanced up at her before he lowered his head and began to feast on one of them. He suckled, licked and gently scraped it with his teeth, all the while playing with the other between his thumb and forefinger before changing sides.
Eliza plunged her fingers into his hair and cried aloud at the delicious sensations that Duncan was arousing, loving the friction of his hard masculine body as it rubbed against her. Unconsciously, she raised her hips, and he began to kiss his way down her body until he reached the little patch of hair that hid the sweetest part of her.
Duncan parted Eliza’s folds with his thumbs, then dipped his head between her legs to touch the little nub of flesh there with his tongue. A jolt of such intense pleasure shot through her that she screamed and threw her head back on the pillow.
“Shall I stop?” Duncan asked, looking up.
Eliza shook her head frantically. “No-no!” she breathed.
Duncan bent his head to his task again, working the same magic as he had done on her breasts. Eliza felt him pushing his fingers into her channel, easing them in and out, stretching her as he did so.
Finally, he raised his head and his lips returned to hers in a kiss of great gentleness, then his amber eyes looked into hers as he asked, “Do you trust me, Eliza?”
“Yes, Duncan,” she replied without hesitation.
She could see every bristle on his cheeks, every eyelash, every strand of his hair, every sparkle in his golden eyes, and she was in love with each and every one of them.
He smiled at her, then positioned himself at her entrance and eased into her gently, watching Eliza’s eyes widen with surprise.
“I’ll stop if you want me to,” Duncan said huskily. “Just tell me, Eliza.”
“Don’t stop.” Her voice was husky, and she raised her hips unconsciously, pulling him further inside her.
There was a brief twinge of pain, but it was over almost before she realised it, and a second later Duncan was fully seated inside her. Eliza moaned with sheer joy, and as he began to thrust she started to move with him instinctively in the oldest rhythm of all. It was glorious.
