That could not be borne.Regretfully, he paused to say, “My name is Elwood. Say it.”
She groaned in frustration. He adored it.
“Elwood.”
He loved the way it crossed her lips. It gave him a sense of possession he’d never cared to feel before. “What do you want from me, sweet Meliah? What do you need?”
He slid a finger into her passage and she groaned again. “Pleasure.”
She was so hot and tight, a perfect combination. He wanted to tease her more, to make her release that more intense, but he was starting to find the pain he was feeling was almost too much to bear. He returned to her core and slid a second finger in place, the rhythm matching that of his tongue.
It didn’t take long for the muscles in her legs to tighten, her breathing to suddenly cease, and then a small cry erupted from her as her body began to quiver. A purr erupted from his throat as he absorbed every ounce of her orgasm. She was perfection itself and the thought that she might offer herself to anyone else was one he didn’t want to consider at the moment.
Perhaps never.
When her body started to relax, he slowly rose above her. Although it was the worst sort of punishment he could do tohimself, to see the sight of her flushed bare body spread out on the bed and not be able to take things further, he couldn’t help but look his fill. “You are exquisite,” he breathed.
She lifted herself on her elbows and he might have mistaken the slightly wicked gleam in her eyes if it wasn’t for the fact that she said, “Don’t say you want to leave?”
“Wantis a particularly mild word when it comes to what else I imagine doing to you.”
She sat up straighter and keeping her gaze on him, she said, “Then do it.”
Meliah shockedherself nearly as much as she appeared to surprise Lord Belmont—correction,Elwood.
It seemed… right to call him that. Especially after what they’d shared. What they wereaboutto share.
Her stomach fluttered at the heated look in his gaze. His blue eyes had darkened to the shade of glittering sapphires, and her heart was pounding with desire. Although she had just experienced one of the most wonderful sensations, she found that her maidenly apprehension had vanished. She was eager to learn more of what Elwood could teach her. While there was still the uncertainty of what might happen after this affair had concluded, she had resigned herself to the inevitable. And was enjoying it immensely.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he murmured as he began to loosen his cravat.
Meliah was finding it difficult to draw a full breath as he tossed the linen to the floor in a flutter of forgotten silk. That should have been the cautionary action to wake her up from this sensual spell, but she didn’t want to think about anything but thepleasure he continued to promise in his eyes. The air pulsed with raw energy and his virility. She knew this was going to be a night that she never forgot for the rest of her life. She told herself to put an end to this foolishness, but she wasn’t inclined to listen.
His waistcoat was next and an action as simple as shrugging those broad shoulders out of it made her want to press her thighs together again. His shirt was next and when he revealed his sculpted chest, her fingers itched to reach out and touch him. He was… magnificent.
The perfect rake.
Again, that should have been the warning to stop this before it was too late, but she realized she had been lost to this man the moment she’d agreed to climb into his carriage in London.
She swallowed any further hesitation and asked, “May I… touch you?”
Rather than reply, he reached down and grasped her hands. Bringing her to her feet, he placed her palms on his pectorals. “Anywhere you like.”
She nibbled at her lower lip, wondering what he might like. She had the feeling he would instruct her, but for now, she was eager just to explore his body. She slid her fingers along the entirety of his chest and was awestruck with how the corded muscles in his shoulders bunched when she drew near. She grasped his shoulders and slowly made her way down to his wrists, her gaze following her every movement.
From there, she slid a coy look at him and then moved around to his backside. He turned his head and watched her with a clenched jaw until she disappeared behind him. Now that he wasn’t watching her, she felt emboldened. She pressed her breasts against his bare back and slid her hands down the sides of his ribcage until they reached the point where his waistband began.
“Take them off,” she demanded softly.
Without a word, he obeyed. Unfastening the flap, he slid them down over narrow hips. She could just see the tip of his jutting manhood eagerly awaiting her next command. She reached around and slid the side of her hand along the thick length. She was surprised at how hard it was, and yet, so smooth to the touch.
Curiosity won out over the last of her apprehension and she moved back around to his front. He had returned his focus to her and when she slid her hand back down to his member, he grasped her wrist. He guided her palm to curl around his length and began to stroke himself up and down.
She vividly recalled the way he’d moved in his chamber and so she quickly mimicked the same actions. For a moment she wondered if her mouth might fit around him and offer the same results.
She lifted her focus to him. “Is it possible for me to please you as you did me?”
He closed his eyes and made some sort of noise. “My God, you’ll be the death of me.”
