Still holding the towel, he peeled her hands away from her.
A soft whimper sounded and he realized it had come from him. “You are so unbelievably lush and beautiful,” he managed, barely, then scoffed when she shook her head in denial.
“Darling, you are the most delectable creature I’ve ever beheld.”
She met his gaze, her expression bemused and doubtful and adoring all at once, as if he’d embellished for her sake. Far from it. In that moment, he knew no woman alive could compare to Georgina with her luminous, mysterious eyes the color of melted silver, breasts high and round as melons with pink cresting nipples that demanded to be tasted, hips flaring in perfect symmetry from that tiny waist, and the triangle of dark, curly hair at her apex calling to him like a lighthouse guiding a ship home.
Trying to steady his breathing, hands shaking, he smoothed the towel over the column of her neck, and followed with his fingertips.
Georgina’s lips parted as if she suffered an overabundance of pleasure. He understood all too well.
Not so much as blinking himself, he drew the cloth lower, usingthe merest pressure to glide it over one perfect breast, then the other, as his knees threatened to buckle at her perfect, pink, puckering nipples.
Promising himself he’d return to those magnificent orbs, he smoothed the towel down her belly.
Silently, he crouched before her, breath fanning over her as he leaned forward to press kisses from her ribcage, to her belly, to the thin strip of hair and lower still until his lips lingered just above the thicket of dark hair guarding her secrets.
“T-Teddy?” she chirped, sweetly uncertain, even as her hands fluttered to his shoulders.
“Trust me, darling,” he gritted out. “Part your legs.”
Aside from a slight wavering of her body, she stayed still.
He looked up at her.
Her liquid-silver eyes were once again open, and her lips were softly parted. She was no mere mortal. His wife was a goddess walking the earth.
“Please, my love.”
She inched her legs apart.
Tossing the towel aside, he rolled one stocking down, then the next. “Lean on my shoulders,” he commanded in a guttural voice he barely recognized. When she did, he lifted each of her feet in turn and removed the stockings, tossing them blindly.
Then, he leaned forward and dipped his tongue through her damp curls.
Sweet Heaven. With one taste, he nearly came. She was scalding hot and slick with her own feminine dew. Her petals felt plump as ripe peaches, and he would die if he couldn’t sink himself in her heat.
She loosed an inarticulate cry of alarm and tried to step back from his questing tongue, but he held her fast, surged to his feet, and scooped her into his arms. In two long strides, he reached the bed, grasped the covers and flung them back. Then he laid her gently onthe cool white sheets.
Shivering with the force of his need, and never taking his eyes off her, he stripped out of his clothes.
Then, finally,finally, he covered her body with his, took her mouth with his as she, in turn, reached for him, her arms straining to pull him closer.
God, her hands on him, silky smooth, blessedly cool, and seemingly desperate to touch every part of him, drove him to the brink of his control. He wanted all of her, all at once.
He slid his tongue along the seam of her luscious mouth, urging her lips apart ’til she parted on a gasp and he dove inside to taste, to touch. So sweet, so soft. Like champagne and melon and sweet, exotic female.
He needed more. His hips nestled into hers, his shaft so desperate for release he could swear he had come just a little already, for the love of everything holy. Greedy for her, he allowed his hands free rein to roam her satiny skin and supple flesh, squeezing and tracing and memorizing every curve.
Not enough. Not nearly enough.
He eased his body down hers, kissing her jaw, the column of her neck, and finally, his lips grazed her bountiful breasts, seeking and finding one hard nipple, andoh, yes.
He suckled, nibbled, lathed, and suckled some more, cupping those magnificent swells until he whimpered, actually whimpered.
“Teddy, oh, Teddy, oh,” she whispered, her voice all but pleading, as her body shifted and shook with the force of her desire. With every slide of her thighs against the tip of his shaft, his groin coiled, winding tighter and tighter until his insides screamed for release. He had no protection against her siren’s call. Not even close. One minute more of the torturous friction and he’d lose whatever semblance of control he still possessed.
Pressing his forehead into her neck, he gulped in breaths and triedto calm the raging desire storming through him, to bury himself in her snug heat.
