“Tight too,” he grunted.“Sure you’ve done this before?”
“I’m not a virgin,” Lucy said bluntly.“You wanted me to go get some experience, so I got some.You’re welcome.”
He reared back a bit as though she’d shocked him, and Lucy silently cursed her tart tongue.But his fingers were still working away inside her, testing the give of her entrance and the slippery abundance of her arousal, and when he hit a particularly good spot, Lucy’s head dropped back on a sigh.
The hand that wasn’t on her quim skimmed up her chest to rest lightly on the stretched column of her throat.Lucy swallowed against it, her heartbeat coming faster and faster, but it wasn’t fear that drove it.Not entirely.
“Gorgeous,” he said hoarsely, his thumb stroking the side of her neck.
And Lucy liked that, too.She hadn’t always felt beautiful; she had loomed over many of the gentlemen she’d danced with at her debut, and next to her curvaceous sister and womanly sister-in-law, she’d always felt like a broomstick handle.
But The Gentle Rogue seemed to like the way she looked.She was enough for him, for tonight at least, and the words were a balm to the wound dealt by Thornecliff’s rejection.
Lucy pulled him down against her and lifted her thighs to bracket his lean hips.“Don’t make me wait any longer,” she said, intending the words to be a fierce demand, though they came out as more of a plea.
With a guttural noise that sounded like surrender, The Gentle Rogue’s fingers disappeared to be replaced with a blunt pressure.
The wide, round head of his cock nudged up against her core.Lucy’s thighs tingled, her stomach muscles jumping, and he reached between them to part her folds and guide himself into her.
Lucy’s mind went white.She’d told the truth, she was no virgin—but it had never been like this.
The slow, inexorable movement of his shaft widened her passage beyond anything she’d ever felt.He thrust up and up and up, until it felt as though he was lodged below her breastbone.
It was overwhelming and on the edge of too much, but those clever fingers of his returned to her core.Stroking and petting the place where she strained to take him, he soothed her and inflamed her in equal measures.
“All right?”he asked finally, voice strained, and Lucy realized he’d entered her and then stopped, holding still to let her accustom herself to his invasion.
She shifted cautiously beneath him, tensing her inner muscles, and when there was no pain—only a sensation of fullness and closeness that made her shiver—she said, “I’m fine.It’s good.”
It wasn’t good, not precisely.It was toomuchfor that, she thought, until his fingers stroked up to find the hidden cluster of nerves at the top of her cleft.
Until he plucked and played her there like a virtuoso, making her thrash and moan beneath him, a wild thing caught in a snare.
Until he withdrew that massive member, so slowly, making her feel every inch, and just as slowly thrust it back into her with a gently bruising force that shattered Lucy into a thousand pieces.
He covered her wide-open mouth with his and swallowed her cries while his hips took up a devastating rhythm that shoved Lucy higher and higher up the precipice.
Every time she thought it was over, that she’d reached the pinnacle and could feel nothing more, he found a new angle that let him surge deeper and crushed the length of his iron-hard erection against her clitoris with every thrust.
She clasped her arms round his shoulders and her ankles behind his taut, flexing arse, and held on for the ride.
Endless minutes of cresting pleasure later, his thrusts took on a new urgency that stoked Lucy’s fire as well.She thrashed her head on the pillow, not sure she could come again.
“One more,” he urged, his voice a dark command.“You can give me one more.”
“I can’t,” she sobbed, exhausted and oversensitized.
With a curse, he pulled free of her body.Lucy whimpered, but he slid down the sheets to seal his mouth over her wet, pulsating sex.His tongue worked her, his lips and even his teeth driving her on.Lucy had to cover her mouth with both hands to keep from screaming down the house.
She struggled up on her elbows, wanting to see him, and when she realized that he was stroking himself in time with his tongue’s lashing at her slit, she convulsed on nothing.
He made a harsh sound that vibrated her nether flesh.The veins and sinews in his forearm stood out as he gripped himself in what looked like a punishing hold.He came in long, pearly jets across the mattress while twisting his tongue around Lucy and wringing one last climax from her deliciously sore, tired body.
Breathing hard, eyes sliding shut, Lucy struggled to hold on to consciousness.But it drifted away from her on a tide of satiated warmth, and before she knew it, she was fast asleep.
ChapterThirteen
Thorne awoke to the delicious sensation of his morning erection cradled between the smooth, soft globes of a distinctly feminine behind.
