She guessed what he meant to do but made no move to stop him, remembering all too well what he’d done before. His mouth fell on hers again, holding her captive, kissing her with an urgency that gave proof of his intent. His lips and tongue trailed a path down her neck and bodice, perilously close…agonizingly close.
Meg held her breath as his fingers dipped below the edges of her stays and linen sark to lift out her breasts from behind their delicate confinement. She startled at the erotic sensation of his callused finger sweeping the sensitive, naked flesh. Her body turned liquid, and a heavy warmth pooled between her legs.
She heard his sharp intake of breath.
She opened her eyes. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, suddenly aware that he was staring at her naked breasts.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His voice was tight and rough and held almost a touch of reverence. He outlined the swell of her breast with his finger, so feather soft that she wondered whether he was actually touching her or whether it was merely the strength of her own awareness. “So round,” he murmured, emphasizing with his finger. His voice was deep and dark as molten lava, seeping into her consciousness. “So full.” He moved to cup her, and Meg began to shiver, aroused by his observations. “So soft and creamy white.” He lifted her closer to his mouth. She could feel the heat of his breath brush across her sensitive tip.Oh God, this was torture.His voice lowered. “With perfect pink tips.” Meg felt a shudder go through her as his tongue flicked her nipple. “Mmm…so sweet.”
She moaned, writhing in innocent frustration, more aroused than she’d ever been in her life. Every nerve tingled with awareness; she felt ready to jump out of her skin. He teased her already taut nipples, rubbing the rough pads of his fingers over the sensitive tips, then squeezing lightly. But it wasn’t enough. Meg knew it wasn’t enough. There was more. And finally, he gave it to her. His tongue circled her, and then his warm mouth closed over her.
Meg had thought herself not capable of mindless desire.
She was wrong.
He sucked her, hard. A needle of pleasure seemed to shoot straight to her heart. She pressed herself against him, savoring the sensation of his teeth and tongue as he pulled her deeper and deeper toward a blinding pleasure. A slow quivering pulsed between her legs, demanding attention. She wanted something; her body felt empty but yearned for fulfillment.
Dear God,she knew what she wanted.
She wanted him inside her. Filling her. Taking away the agony.
Instinctively, she knew that Alex would give her incomprehensible pleasure.
A firm hand dropped to cup her bottom as he nudged her breast erotically with his teeth, a nipping and sucking that drove her wild. She grasped for the safety of his shoulders to keep from fully collapsing. Meg was already addicted to the feel of him beneath her fingers. Through the linen of hisleine,there was no mistaking the raw power of his impressive build. Her fingers explored every ripple, every muscle, of his powerful form. Alex was built for destruction. Every inch of him was strong and hard. His arms and chest seemed sculpted from stone, the thick muscles chiseled, defined, and inflexible.Warm steel.He reminded her of warm steel.
Releasing her breast, he moved to take hostage of her mouth again, kissing her with a dark sensuality that would have shocked her senseless an hour ago but now only thrilled her.
But then his hand slid under the edge of her skirt. Her breath caught as his fingers worked their way up along her calf, then thigh, then higher still.
She froze, and a moment of uncertainty broke through the haze.
Meg could no longer return his kiss; she couldn’t think about anything other than his hand…and where it was going.
“Trust me, Meg,” he whispered against her ear, sensing her uncertainty. “I only wish to give you pleasure. Nothing more.”
She nodded hesitantly. She did trust him.
But nothing could have prepared her for the pure burst of pleasure that hit when his finger brushed against her tingling flesh. So achingly soft. Again and again, he swept against her until she didn’t think she could take any more. She knew she should be shocked. Surely, anything that felt this good must be a sin. But held captive by this exquisite torture, Meg didn’t care.
She writhed in sweet agony, almost delirious with need. Craving pressure, she lifted her hips against his hand, wanting it harder. He groaned and finally slid his finger inside her, giving her all the pressure she needed. Lost in the throes of nearly unbelievable ecstasy, she grasped helplessly for something that hovered just out of her reach.
Chapter 12
Alex watched, almost mindless with lust, as the flush spread high across her cheeks. As her breath hitched between her softly parted lips. As her back arched, delectable, pink-tipped breasts straining toward the sky and hips pressed erotically against his hand. She was going to come. For him.
Never had he seen anything so beautiful. He felt humbled just looking at her. She was so tiny and soft and sweetly feminine. An unfamiliar swell of emotion rose in his chest. He’d never felt like this before, moved beyond words by the significance of this moment.
He felt as if he’d been handed a precious gift. Never could he have imagined her soft surrender, the way she melted into him. And the honesty of her response. Meg’s passion was like everything else about her, refreshingly open and honest. And his.
She was so close, writhing in innocent frustration, just as hot and desperate as he was. He bent over her, flicking his tongue against her taut nipple in perfect sync with the frantic rhythm of his finger. He nibbled her with his teeth, eliciting a fresh gasp of desire that shot straight to his already straining groin. He’d never been in this much pain. His body drummed with the need for release, but he didn’t care. All he could think about was Meg.
His fingers slid over her dampness, feeling the swollen flesh under his fingertips. He ached to taste her, to bury his head between her legs and inhale her warm feminine scent, to lick and suck her delicate flesh until she came against his mouth.
He wanted to devour her, to explore every inch of this gorgeous woman who was about to come apart in his arms.
Her breathing was coming hard and fast. Soft little urgent moans escaped from between her parted lips. Her silky thighs squeezed against his hand.
“Oh, God…Alex…”
