She then turned to face him, her hands on the borrowed linen shirt that she tugged from the trousers to free it before her hands slipped beneath and she ran her palms over his abdomen. Orlando’s muscles contracted at her touch and anticipation.
She continued until her hands were on his chest, palm near his heart and then rose onto her toes and kissed him.
Blood pounded in his veins and heat surged through his body and he once again pulled her close, pressing himself against her so that Blythe was aware of exactly what she did to him, and how much he needed her.
She, in turn, pushed back then lifted the shirt over his head. Orlando assisted her in freeing himself of the garment then tossed it aside, before he slid the shift down her body as he had her dress, his lips following in its wake until he was kneeling before her, savoring one breast while caressing the other, worshiping her.
Blythe’s fingernails dug into his shoulders as a moan came from deep within her body. It was then that he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed and lay her before him, naked in her beauty—perfection.
Orlando only paused long enough to remove his trousers so that he was as naked as her before he came over her and kissed nearly every inch of her body from her lips to her knees, then between her thighs. She pulled at his hair as her cries became louder and her body strained for the release he kept denying. He could have led her there instantly, she was so sensitive and ready, but he did not want this night to end so quickly.
It was only when she begged, his name in a whisper on her lips, that he pushed her over the precipice.
Blythe arched and cried out, her body stiffening then falling back onto the bed. He rose up, looked into her blue eyes, pupils dilated and lay between her thighs.
Blythe reached out and lifted her hips and he sank into her. It was more prefect than he had ever imagined.
Orlando paused, but only so long as to gain control. He wanted to savor and love her, not rush to climax.
He leaned forward and kissed her gently. Her arms came around his shoulders and then he moved. She met him but did not rush and let him set the tempo.
Orlando committed everything about her to memory for fear that he might never have this moment again, but his desire to prolong and draw this night out was taken from him when his body demanded more and took over and as passion ruled he was taken to heights that he had not believed existed and meeting him on that higher plane was Blythe as they cried out together.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Blythe opened her eyes to a sun-filled room and smiled.
The storm was gone and her head rested on the bare chest of Orlando, where she had slept.
It had been the best of sleep, though she did not recall when they had gotten under the counterpane, but she was glad that it was there to cover her nakedness.
Her face heated as she recalled all the delicious things he had done to her last night. H’d kissed her in places that she did not think were meant to be kissed, only touched for pleasure.
Goodness! It had been exquisite and even now with the memory, her body heated and breasts tightened. Longing and desire stirred in her nether regions.
Was it right to want a coupling so soon after they had just been intimate. She thought it took time for a body to recover, at least a few days, as had been her experience. Except, she needed no time and if Orlando awakened and wanted to take her again, she would gladly welcome him.
She had experienced pleasure before and releases, but nothing compared to last night.
If this was what it felt like to be wicked, she did not want it to be any other way.
Orlando’s hand caressed down her arm and she tilted her head back to find him awake and watching her.
“What is on your mind?” he asked with concern.
Was he afraid that she would have regrets? The very idea made her want to laugh.
“I was thinking that I very much like being a wicked widow.”
He chuckled then rolled so that she was now on her back and he was leaning over her.
“Is that so?” he asked as a hand caressed her breast.
“Very much so,” she admitted.
His hand trailed down her abdomen and her muscles contracted beneath his fingertips then he touched her there, the heart of her heat and desire. She opened for him and allowed Orlando to once again take her to heights newly discovered and as she cried out her release, he came over her and entered quickly, taking her, filling her. His movements bringing yet another release just as he stiffened and found his.
He rolled to his side and chuckled.
