He drew away and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Let’s forget about it, shall we?”
She smiled and nodded. “I’d like that. And I promise to wear the locket from now on.”
Her heart lightened in relief. Things would be well between them again. She couldn’t bear to drive a wedge any further between them.
“Now suppose you tell me where you picked up such deplorable language,” he said with a raised brow.
Chapter Fourteen
“Mr. Douglas would like you to have this,” Masterson said as Jenna shed her cloak.
She took the large box from the butler, glancing at it in puzzlement.
“You’re to await him in his bedchamber.”
“Where is he now?” she asked. But the butler had disappeared, as was his habit whenever she was around. Tucking the box under her arm, she mounted the stairs. When she reached his room, she eased the door open and stuck her head in. “Gray?”
Silence loomed.
She closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed, setting the box on it. Curiosity overcame her, and she removed the lid. A folded note lay on top of filmy white lace. She quickly scanned the contents.
All day I’ve looked forward to
seeing you in this.
Gray
She removed the negligee and held it up in front of her. It was a daring confection, sheer and offering little in the way of modesty. But the idea of wearing it for Gray sent shivers of delight down her spine.
As quickly as she could, she divested herself of her clothing and laid them in a neat stack on the table beside the bed. She then pulled on the negligee. Lace fell to her feet, molding all her contours on the way down.
She hurried to the mirror, but when she caught sight of her reflection, she gasped in surprise. Staring back at her was a beautiful, sensual woman. Reaching up, she unpinned her hair, letting it fall in a tumble down her back. Her hands fell to her chest, and she let them drift down over her breasts. Her nipples puckered and strained against the silky material.
“You look even more beautiful than I imagined.”
She whirled around, startled to see Gray standing inside the door.
He started forward, coming to a stop just inches in front of her. The heat from his body wrapped itself around her, beckoning her closer to him. He smelled deliciously of leather and musk, and she drank deeply of his scent.
“I am eager to unclothe you, yet the sight of you in the negligee is intoxicating. Quite a quandary this presents me.”
Goose bumps dotted her entire body, and she sucked in her breath. He had but to speak, and she was awash in need.
“Yes, I think I’ll leave you in it for now,” he continued as his eyes raked up and down her body. “Come here.” He led her over to the bed then lifted her up and laid her down, her gown spilling out around her.
He stepped back, absorbing her with his eyes. “You said you wanted to experience passion. Tonight, Jenna, I plan to give you much more.”
More? What more could there be? If the prior night wasn’t passion, she wasn’t sure she could withstand it. He began to pull his shirt from his trousers, tempting her with small glimpses of his flesh. When he’d removed his shirt, he leaned over her on the bed and ran his hand up her legs, knotting the lacy gown in his hands and letting go once more as he progressed upward.
He lowered his mouth to the taut skin of her belly and pressed his tongue against the material. She reacted as if she’d been burned, arching her back off the bed.
Both his hands grasped the soft mounds of her breasts as he nipped the skin below them with his teeth. Caressing, rolling the tips of her nipples through the silk, the firm pressure of his hands was as constant as the slow, torturous roll of his tongue.
Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, holding her to him. As her passion mounted, she forced his head up and melded her lips to his. Not wanting to be a passive participant, she met his caresses with her own.
“Do you trust me?” he asked as he tore his lips from hers.
“You know I do.” She gulped in air, trying to catch her breath.
