Placing her finger over his lips, their eyes met.
“Please, don’t say anything. I’ll die if you speak,” she rasped.
After a moment, he nodded, and satisfaction raced through her.
Smiling, she grabbed hold of the waistband of his trousers and led him to the foot of his bed. The top of the mattress was so high she knew she’d be crawling into it on all fours, and then pouring out of it when he was done with her. She turned to him as she reached the bed, let go of his waistband, and grabbed the hem of her night gown.
Watching her movements, his eyes narrowed, his breathing quickened, and his jaw tightened.
Her lips curled in wicked delight. He’d enjoy what she hid under her gown.
Hell, her confidence was well-founded—she was a motherfucking headliner!
With only enough hesitation to make his breath catch, she pulled the sleeping gown over her head and tossed it into the dark. Good thing she didn’t wear panties to bed. They bunchedand pinched—and got in the way of tantalizing sexual play with a nineteenth-century duke.
Her smile died a quick death at the look on his face.
Raw hunger.
His gaze devoured her swollen breasts, her dark-rose nipples, the leanness of her waist, the thin thatch of hair along her apex, and the rounded perfection of her hips. She looked amazing naked, but she’d never felt so revered before.
He didn’t just look at her; he looked like he was committing every inch of her to memory, lingering over her most sensitive parts, witnessing what only his gaze could do.
Trembling under the weight of his gaze, she stuck her chin into the air and teased, “Do you like what you see?”
He didn’t nod, his burning stare was answer enough.
She whimpered. So close to breaking. “I’m burning up here, Logan.”
Her plea undid him. Within seconds, she lay face up on the bed and he was over her, his trousers lost somewhere between the floor and the mattress.
She moaned. His naked body against hers felt so good she feared she’d come just from touching him.
His hot mouth finally took possession of her aching nipple, and she threw her head back and cried out. Kneading each breast in hand, his mouth continued to plunder. Nibbling, sucking, and pulling at the hardened tip with his talented lips. His mouth left the peak of one, and she whimpered, feeling bereft of his heat. He found her other nipple and she threw back her head again, thrashing it from side to side, her hair sliding against the fabric of the bed sheet.
Everything her skin touched brought her closer to climax. The puff of breath from his nose or mouth, the tickle of hair from his chest or legs, the slide of his slick, hot skin against hers made the heat inside her grow.
His hand guided the throbbing, hard velvet head of his cock to her aching, heated opening. When the welcome pressure of his cock pressed against the mouth of her pussy, her sanity shattered to pieces.
The head of his manhood kissed her entrance, and he moaned, the sound rumbling through his chest like thunder. Unable to keep from thrusting her hips upward to sheathe his cock, she pushed off the bed with her heels, grinding her swollen cunt against his knuckles. The friction drove her out of her mind. She slid her hands over the hardness of his chest, the tautness of his back, and the rock-hard globes of his ass. She dug her nails into hot flesh and smiled as his eyes widened, and a devilish grin creased his face.
With a single lunge, he entered her. The length of his cock slid along the hot, tight walls of her sex, and he threw his head back and growled.
The primitive animal sound drove the heat higher, made her burn hotter, turning the sensations sizzling through her into flaming arrows.
He thrust into her again, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, eager to pull him deeper, to experience the thickness of him fully inside her. She dug her nails deeper into the flesh of his ass, and held on as he thrust harder.
She couldn’t take it; it felt so good, so right—so wrong—to lie beneath him as his hard cock rocked her against the bed, her whole body pushed toward the headboard with each thrust. Even the heavy bouncing of her breasts felt erotic—even better when his mouth descended, sucking her nipples into his mouth even as his pace quickened. Pulling his length almost completely from her, he nibbled her deep rose tips. He plunged in again, and sucked her engorged breast into his mouth so hard she cried out.
Again, and again, he drove into her.
With each thrust, the heat within her grew.
The sensations burned.
The pleasure built.
And with a final hard, deep thrust of his cock, her world fractured.
