“You make me feel all awash,” she confessed, reaching to touch his jaw.
He caught her hand. Placed it above her head, wrapping her fingers around something smooth, made of leather… the passenger strap? Turning her head on the cushion, she saw that he’d indeed made her grasp the black loop attached to the wall beneath the window.
“Both hands, love.” He took her other hand and placed it on the strap as well. “I want you to hold on and not let go until I tell you to.”
“But… why?”
“Because it is my wish.” His hands were a cogent argument, coasting along her spine and unfastening, loosening her very moors. “Because I need to know that you trust me.”
She wanted to ask what he meant by the latter, but the question dissolved as his lips traced the curve of her shoulder. Her mind turned hazy as he nuzzled the hollow at the base of her throat.If this is what he wants,she thought languidly,I suppose I’ll just have to suffer…
His kisses roved lower and lower, and she felt a tug on her bodice, exposing her bosom to a man’s eyes for the first time. Hunger was a silver flame in his eyes, and it burned away her modesty and shyness. Time later for maidenly concerns and rational thought.
In this moment, all she wanted was him.
“By God, you are lovely beyond words.” Reverence hummed in his voice.
His thumb circled one nipple, teasing it to an even fuller peak, and her breath hitched.Keep breathing,she reminded herself.You don’t want to miss this.Somehow, she managed to draw air steadily into her lungs.Deep breath in, deep breath out.Her confidence grew as Tremont touched her, telling her how exquisite, how perfectly made he found her.
“Ready for more?” he rasped.
For everything.“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“Then hold on tight to the strap, sweeting. Don’t let go.”
He bent his head, and she gasped, the leather going taut in her hands. The things he was doing with his tongue, his lips… When he licked one of her nipples, then blew softly on it, she felt a quivering tug deep in her center. He drew her into his mouth and suckled, and the sensation spread into her lower belly. Heat liquefied between her legs.
“So sweet and responsive.” His breath brushed warmly against the damp tip, making her shiver. “Do you like this, Thea? Like me petting and kissing you… like this?”
His tongue swirled, and she moaned in answer.
“Do you want more?”
Did sheever. “I want to experience everything. With you.”
He exhaled harshly, and then he was kissing her again. A steamy sharing of lips, tongues, and breaths. Her skirts rustled, his touch gliding up her silk stockings, tracing the skin beneath the garter. When his hand clamped over her bare thigh, a breath whooshed from her.
“All right, princess?” he murmured.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
His hand wandered higher. “You like me touching you here… and here?”
Words jammed in her throat for he’d reached the apex of her thighs. He parted her gently, and her cheeks flamed as she realized how damp she’d become. Goodness, was thatnormal?
“You’re so soft, wet. Like a flower after the rain.” His voice was low and reverent. “You are nature’s perfection.”
Well, then.Reassured by the heated approval in his eyes, she relaxed and let the wondrous sensations wash over her. At the same time, a strange pressure burgeoned in her belly. A tautness that seemed twined with the pleasure, that matched it beat for beat. Her pulse quickened as if she were in a race… for what?
“Tremont,” she said, squirming.
“Gabriel,” he said. “I want to hear you say it.”
He touched a place that wrung his name from her lips, her hips bucking off the cushions.
“And here,” he said huskily, “is the prettiest bud in your garden.”
Incoherent sounds left her as he continued to play with that aching peak, circling, stroking, building the tension inside her. She twisted restlessly against the squabs, brimful of sensation yet oddly empty at the same time. She needed something… more. Something she didn’t have words for.
