“What are you thinking about?” she asked. “When you do that?”
“Do you really wish to know?”
“Yes.” She didn’t even hesitate.
“You.”
Her body flushed hot.
“More specifically, things I’d like to do to you.”
Eyes locked, their surroundings all but fell away. They were the only two people in the world.
“Tell me.” Her voice caught. She squeezed her thighs together, and she rubbed her fingertips along her thumbs. Seeing him like this provided a glimpse of the intimacies they would know as husband and wife. Damn Doctor Finch. The man didn’t know what he was talking about! Rock was her husband!
“You may not like what you hear.”
He was wrong. She wanted to know every wicked thought in his mind. Could they be as wicked as her own?
“Tell me or show me.” She would give him a choice. This pull between the two of them was heady. It made her feel beautiful, sensual… bold.
He nodded. “I think of you unclothed. I picture your flesh, the dusty pink tips of your breasts, the triangle of hair between your legs. Your glistening lips hidden there.”
Her heart skipped a beat and then started up again, beating at twice its normal rate now.
“And what do you do?” Was that her voice? It sounded too low, too gravelly to have come from her.
“I lay you on your back, and you bend your knees with your feet apart, exposing yourself to me.” His voice caressed her, thickening the air around them. ”And then I touch you with my fingers, I dip them inside until they are slick with your juices.”
Tabetha was holding her breath, doubting she’d ever breathe normally again. He didn’t need to physically touch her. That heat at her apex was liquid.
“And then I kiss you.”
“Rock.” His name was a cry on her lips. Because she wanted that. She wanted all of it.
“Come.” He reached out his free hand, his eyes dark, his lids heavy. “I’m going to apologize for this later.”
Tabetha stepped behind the screen with him. Wanting to touch him. Wanting to be touched. Just… wanting…
He placed her hand over his, her fingers barely able to encircle his girth. “Hold me, duchess.”
His words reminded her of all the times he’d held her since the moment she’d woken up feeling lost and confused. They reminded her of how he’d lain down beside her, how he’d comforted her.
“Like this.” He tightened her grip around him. The flesh felt silky but the shaft itself was like steel, and it was slick with what she suspected to be lemon oil.
She tested it with a squeeze.
“Yes.” His voice sounded hoarse. He urged her into mimicking the same motion he’d made.
“You want to join with me,” she ventured.
“Yes.”
“You want to put yourself inside me.”
“God, yes.” Her words seemed to have the same effect on him they were having on her.He likes it when I talk.It was something of a revelation.
Because a myriad of wicked thoughts raced through her mind.
