He took the book from her lap as he slid his hand up her leg. “I will be happy to prove it to you.”
“I believe you already are.”
Her breath hitched as she adjusted her thighs ever so slightly to allow him closer access to her desire. When he touched her, Demetrius nearly groaned.
As soon as his thumb brushed across her point of pleasure, Lavinia moaned and with her encouragement, he continued to pleasure her until she arched as her release swept through her body as she cried out. As she recovered, Demetrius moved the blanket away, freed himself, then pulled her onto his lap.
Her eyes widened and he suspected she’d never been in this position before.
When he probed her entrance, she gasped and he guided her hips down until he completely filled her.
“Goodness!”
He chuckled.
“What do I do?”
“Whatever feels best to you.”
She placed her hands on his shoulders then rose slightly before settling again.
She also watched him, staring into his eyes, and he didn’t know if it was because she was unsure or needed guidance, and as much as he wanted to guide her hips up and down, Demetrius did not. He wanted her to discover this pleasure for herself, to have control.
Again, she lifted further then moved down again and slowly discovered a rhythm that he also enjoyed. She wasn’t rushed but steady as her eyes closed and her head fell back. Demetrius leaned forward and kissed the skin just above her bodice. If it were him, he would be quicker to reach the end, but her steady rhythm just built and brought him more pleasure than he had expected and allowed him to last longer.
Only when he slipped his hand beneath her skirt again and caressed her center did her movements increase as she rode the waves of pleasure, and when she crested, he grasped her hips and took over, moving her as she clung to him until he pressed deep and spilled his seed deep within.
Lavinia then collapsed against him, head on his shoulder, breathing heavily in his ear as he smoothed a hand up and down her back.
“Goodness!”
He smiled because he had come to associate that word with Lavinia being surprised with pleasure and he hoped to hear it many more times.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Lavinia disengaged herself and fell back against the small pillow that had cushioned her back while awaiting Demetrius’ return.
“I had no idea that…Well, that I could…”
“Oh, Lavinia, there is so much to show you. We have only just begun.”
And even though she was quite sated, her blood heated again. How many ways could a person enjoy passion?
At the knock on the door Lavinia scrambled from the settee and shook out her skirts. “Is all as it should be?” she asked anxiously.
Demetrius chuckled as he fastened the placket on his trousers. “Yes, it is. Nobody would be the wiser that you just took advantage of me.”
“I most certainly did not,” she argued. “Besides, you started it.”
He simply grinned as she rushed from the room to answer the door to Mr. Trenton, who she welcomed inside and asked him to wait while she retrieved the basket from this morning. When she glanced into the parlor, Demetrius was seated in the chair that he had always preferred, sipping his tea, her book was on the table and the blanket folded neatly at the opposite end from where she had been sitting. All looked very innocent, thank goodness.
“My wife will be happy to know that some decorations now adorn the parlor,” she overheard Mr. Trenton say to Demetrius as she stepped from the kitchen carrying the basket. “She worried about Lady Teviot being alone.”
“It wouldn’t be Christmas without greenery,” Demetrius acknowledged. “And I will keep her company, if she wishes to have my presence, or I will leave her be if she does not.”
Lavinia had no intention of asking Demetrius to leave before it was necessary.
