Her eyes dropped lower, and although she’d been bold to this point, suddenly faltered.
Despite her having disrobed in front of him, he’d not touched her. Her breath caught in her throat, and seconds turned into minutes which turned into hours, it felt like, until he finally reached out his hand. Even then, he only touched her cheek.
He was fighting a war within himself, and she was doing her best to break through his defenses.
“Ma princesse,” His hand trailed down her neck then and a shudder ran through him. Aubrey caught his hand in hers and dragged it to her breast.
“Hold me.”
He stepped closer, his head dropped and his mouth opened against her shoulder. The heat from his breath warmed her at the same time she leaned into his palm. The touch of his hair by her face, the heat coming off of his body. “Hold me.” She begged him again. For so long, without even realizing it, she had craved a sensual touch, craved this—craved him.
She’d never known skin against skin. Not likethis.
When his mouth finally captured hers, her knees nearly buckled in relief. And as though he sensed her sudden weakness, he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed.
Reclining back on her elbows on the bed now, she would have whimpered if he didn’t then work to step out of his trousers. Aubrey licked her lips in anticipation and when he turned back toward her, widened her eyes in appreciation and surprise.
His desire was readily apparent in the flickering shadows, protruding from curling brown hair, seemingly growing larger and bobbing as she studied it.
Aubrey had never touched one before and her dear Mr. Bateman was so much longer and thicker than, but no, she would not think of her dead husband.
Chance took hold of her hand, drew it toward him and wrapped her fingers around his shaft.
Hot. Throbbing. Silky smooth. His hand worked hers along his skin, sliding, squeezing. She nodded, fascinated.
“See what you do to me,Princesse? Never doubt your beauty, your attraction.” But then he was on the bed, over her, covering her. “I cannot deny you this, but it will be about you. I want you to know pleasure, such that you’ll know there is more to love than duty.”
Aubrey opened her legs wide, making room for him. Of course, she was no virgin. A secret place in her brain knew, hoped, that it would be different with Chance, but she could not be certain. She lay beneath him and pinched her eyes shut.
“Aubrey,” he kissed the corner of her mouth, so tenderly that she could not help but open her eyes again. “Relax,Princesse.” His hand cradled her breast again, kneading her flesh, rubbing his thumb over the tip. “Tell me what you like. Do you like this?”
All she could do was sigh.
His mouth left hers to trail downward to capture the breast he’d neglected. This time she arched her back. “Do you like this,Princesse?” He tugged her flesh into his mouth, and she was lost to the feel of his teeth, his tongue.
He stopped. “You must tell me.” He was looking up to watch her eyes.
“I… I… do. I like it.” She did not want him to stop.
This time she actually cried out when he drew her into his mouth. His satisfied laughter vibrated through her.
She had wondered what it would be like to lie with this man. If she were to be honest with herself, she’d wondered since the moment she caught sight of him tending to his horse. He was touching her leisurely. It seemed that he would draw their love making out like a great banquet. “Chance.” His name escaped her lips.
Already, he’d surpassed all her expectations.
His mouth moved lower, over the soft flesh of her abdomen, while one hand roamed along her leg and the other remained at her breast. The sight of his head, of his hair against her naked flesh was enough to excite her on its own. The sinewy strength of his arms, of his hands, touching her…
“Chance.” She implored again.
His mouth moved yet lower. What?What?
“Ah!” She arched her head back. Wicked, wicked man.
Wicked, wicked Aubrey.
Hot licks followed by cool air. He was sucking, lapping her. Aubrey clutched at his shoulders at the same time he pushed her legs wider, holding her down so he could continue his sinful depravity.
“Très belle.” His voice rasped. She felt the words, she felt the heat, on parts of herself her own eyes had never seen. “Perfect. Pink. Rosy.” He pressed kisses there and then… “So wet.”
