Slowly, she untied the sark at her neck, then bent down to slide off her slippers, giving him a view of her breasts swaying from behind the open neck of her sark.
He swore, and she hid a smile, savoring the moment of feminine power.
He sucked in his breath as she slid her sark up to her thigh and rested her foot on the edge of the bed, taking her time sliding her stockings off her legs.
Her body dampened, knowing what he was thinking, knowing how badly he wanted to see her there.
Her eyes met his. His gaze was hot, burning with intensity. “Take it off,” he hissed.
She slid the edge of the sark higher, still giving him a view only of her thigh, then higher to expose the curve of her bottom, moving the fabric up her sides and over her breasts as she lifted it over her head and let it drop in a puddle beside her bare feet.
She peeked from under her lashes and saw his gaze slide over her breasts, her stomach, her bottom, and then down her legs.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
“Except for me crooked nose,” she teased.
He laughed. “Especiallybecause of that crooked nose.”
And under his appreciative stare, she felt so. She lifted her eyes to his and moved her foot to the ground. He lowered his gaze to between her legs, and she swore she tingled as if he’d touched her.
Her need for him was primal. She reached for him, sliding her hand along his stomach as she untied the waist of his breeches, releasing his straining erection from behind the tight confines of fabric. She moved over him on the bed, straddling him as she slid her hands behind his taut buttocks and worked the pants down his legs, desperate to have him inside her.
His hands were on her breasts, kneading and squeezing, pinching the taut tips as she worked. She rubbed her aching mound over his thickness, needing to feel him between her legs.
She was so wet and hot, throbbing for him, but she wanted to prolong the sensations pulsing through her body.
“Oh God, you’re killing me. I need to be inside you.”
He covered her breast with his mouth, pulling her nipple between his teeth and sucking hard. Demanding. Her head fell back as she arched against him, and she rubbed a little harder, sliding over him until the area grew slick with need.
He touched her with his thumb, caressing the most sensitive part of her, and she exploded, contracting against him as she cried out her pleasure.
While the spasms still rocked through her, he took her hips and thrust inside her, taking her so deep that she cried out again. There was nothing like this feeling of utter connection, a feeling that she now recognized was based on something far deeper.
She could feel it rising again, filling her, the desperate craving . . . he pulled her down hard against him so that their bodies touched and rocked, and the friction, the exquisite pressure, sent her flying over the edge again as the sweet contractions rippled through her body.
She was so beautiful like this, her naked body flushed and trembling with the force of her release, her face transformed with ecstasy. He could watch her come forever. It stirred something deep and savage inside him. An emotion so base and primal, he didn’t have a name for it. Except that she belonged to him. Heart, body, and soul.
The last tremors ebbed, and he felt her go slack, weak as a newborn lamb from the force of her release.
Mindful of his injury, he rolled her under him, careful not to crush her by propping himself up on his good arm.
He was still inside her and aching to move. To unleash the storm of passion he’d fought to control. But ever mindful of her fears, he studied her face. “You’re all right?”
A lazy smile played upon her sensuous mouth. Unable to resist, he caught the plump lower lip between his teeth and nibbled gently.
Her gaze was unfocused as she looked at him. “Better than all right.”
“My weight doesn’t bother you?”
Her eyes sharpened with sudden realization. “You promised to stay still.”
He tugged her lip again, murmuring against her mouth, “I lied.”
“But your shoulder.”
“It’s fine.” Actually, holding himself off her with one arm was harder than he’d thought, but he had an idea.
