He immediately reached for his pistol, but before he could withdraw it, a small, wonderful voice said, “Dominic. It’s me.”
Forgetting that he was exhausted, he was hit with a burst of energy as he crossed the small confines and gathered Lexie into his arms. Holding her tightly against him, for fear she was nothing more than an illusion that would dissipate the moment he released her, he spoke harshly, “Dear God, I have been going mad looking for you.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t know what to do when we were beset?—”
He silenced her with a devastating kiss. At least, it was for him, because it had been entirely too long since he’d tasted her sweet lips. “You are not to blame. I’m just glad you’re here now.”
She clung to his shoulders. “I am too. Please don’t leave me.”
“Never,” he murmured, as he kissed her again.
Her breathing was harsh when they parted. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“We need to talk about?—”
“Later. Right now, I just need to feel you against me. I need… you.”
Dominic was only human, and he could deny himself of her sweetness no longer. They were to be married. The wedding night would just be earlier than planned.
He slipped an arm under her legs and lifted her. Although the small bed he utilized wasn’t the fashionable one he’d envisioned laying her upon for the first time, there was almost something symbolic about making love to her in such modest surroundings. She was the reason he was leaving all of this behind. It suited that she should be part of that transition.
He set her down at the edge of the mattress and continued kissing her as he slowly removed her pelisse and tossed the garment aside. She shivered slightly and he wondered if she was cold, but then he realized that the reason for the chill was her dress. He paused to glance at her attire and saw the stains and rips to the delicate material.
Immediately, his grip tightened on her hips. “What in God’s name?—”
She placed a gentle finger over his lips. “Not now.” She urged his head back down and he went willingly, but he vowed that he would return to the topic of her ruined dress before the night was over.
But since it was past repair…
He grasped each side of the muslin and rent it perfectly down the middle. Discarding the two sides, he leisurely took in the curves of her body outlined by her stays and the delicate chemise beneath. Her stockings and boots would be the last things he removed.
Preferably the former—with his teeth.
The image of her naked body finally displayed for his viewing pleasure made him want to quickly divest her of the remainder of her clothing, but he was determined to make this moment last. He’d been granted the honor of her body, and he didn’t intend to rush this gift.
He gazed intently into her eyes as he slowly undid her front lacing stays. The tops of her full breasts were proudly displayed as he worked to free them from their confines. When he finally tossed the garment aside, he could clearly see the rosy tips of her nipples, taut and eager for his attentions.
He was more than happy to comply.
Bending down, he sucked one of them through the thin lawn of her chemise and then turned his attention to the other. She moaned and the sound was music to his ears. He was sure he’d never heard anything so beautiful before her passionate responses. He was certainly humbled by them.
Grasping the edge of the last layer of clothing that kept her hidden from his hungry view, he fell to his knees and felt his cock harden to the point of pain as he stared at the apex of her thighs where a dusting of light hair covered her feminine mound. He licked his lips, eager for another taste of her.
Urging her legs apart, he kept her chemise held up around her hips as he leaned forward and began to feast.
Lexie’s eyesrolled back in her head at the first swipe of Dominic’s tongue on her cleft. It was just as intoxicating as it wasthe first time he’d pleasured her in such a wicked manner. But truly, could it be called wicked when it felt sogood?
She gasped when he bit down on the sensitive bud and she threaded her hands through his dark hair. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to push him away or draw him closer. Coherent thought was starting to slip away, and she was falling into the passionate abyss.
Time after time, she drew closer to the precipice until her body tightened in anticipation of something wonderful. “Dominic…” His name was a plea, or a benediction, as her legs started to quake. Her hips rocked back and forth, riding him, as her head suddenly fell back and she cried out incoherently as her core pulsed with white hot pleasure. Time seemed to cease as she became lost to the ecstasy.
When she was replete and languid, her body thrumming in the aftermath of her orgasm, Dominic crawled back up her body, but this time, he took the chemise with him and removed it from her body. He didn’t let her gain her breath before he was teasing her breasts, molding the flesh beneath his palms and sucking the tips until she started to feel the familiar pull of desire licking at her midsection.
He eased her onto the mattress and left her long enough to rip his shirt off and throw it aside. She was panting, her chest heaving with each inhale and exhale, as he held eye contact and bent down to remove her boots, and then taking his torturous time, began to remove her stockings with his teeth. It was one of the most erotic things that she could have ever imagined, but she knew there was so much more he intended to teach her.
She couldn’t wait.
Once she was fully unclothed, he instructed, “Turn over on all fours.”
