“It’s no matter. I can work with that.” He winked at her before swinging her up and into his arms and then carrying her into the other room.
“She may even listen at the keyhole.”
“We’ll keep you silenced then.” He laid her on the bed, kissing her in various sensitive places along the way. His body pressed against hers the entire time.
Except for the split-second it took him to pull the nightgown over her head.
The texture of his formal clothing against her naked skin aroused her in a most wicked way… the leather of his boots against her legs, a button here, a pocket there.
Exhilaration filled her. She needed this release. She needed his passion.
She’d held herself back from him for so long it was as though after taking her first breath, she’d nearly forgotten how to live.
Oh, but her body had not forgotten.
Her body warmed instantly to him.
Sophia gasped at the sensation of Dev’s hot mouth on her breast. With each tug, he demanded more.
They did not have much time. Sophia hated that Penny might be eavesdropping. “Dev…” A moan escaped her.
He placed his hand over her mouth, a devilish glint in his eyes. His other hand had moved lower, between her legs, fondling and exploring.
She returned his impudent stare boldly. He seemed to delight in watching the emotions she could not hide.
When he slipped one finger inside her, her eyelids drooped shut. She could not restrain the cry she’d kept in check until then.
But his hand blocked the sound.
“Look at me, love,” he commanded. His voice was low, caressing.
She did so but with heavy lids. He pressed into her with another finger, sliding and pumping slowly. A heat, a liquid, rushed to her core.
Being with Dev was like breathing, or eating, or drinking fine wine, like sleeping and waking.
Keeping her gaze focused was difficult, nearly impossible, but his own would not allow hers to waver.
She licked the palm of his hand.
Now it was she who watched his eyes cloud with arousal. “Wench,” he whispered, removing both of his hands to unfasten his falls.
And then he was free, pressed against her, sliding along the slickness that her body had prepared for him.
She pumped her hips upward. This, she wanted this. One night with Dev had not been enough. It had only ignited a hunger in her she’d never known existed.
And now, to have him so close, so ready, she couldn’t wait a moment longer.
She pushed her hips higher.
Tense and focused, he met her thrust.
She would have cried out, but his hand silenced her again. He filled her, and yet she wanted more. She wanted him to stretch her, conquer her. She wanted him touching her womb, her heart, her soul.
He pumped into her again.
And then he removed his hand, and his mouth caught her next whimper.
It was as though the world, everything she’d ever known, had come together and created her for the sole purpose of being with this man in this way.
