A slow smile slid across his face as if he was relieved. “Do you like this?”
“Like what?”
He moved his finger inside her, this thumb stroking one very sensitive, intimate spot. She liked that. Very much. Oh, dear,yes.
Roman knew what she needed better than she. He seemed intent on unleashing a wild surge of emotion inside her. Leonie struggled to control what she didn’t understand. Her fingers curled into the bedclothes.
“Let it go,” he urged her.
Leonie wasn’t certain what he meant. She didn’t want any of this to go. She wanted it to last forever and knew that it couldn’t. Pressure was building in her. Part of her wanted to fight it, to return to where she felt safe. And then there was the fragment of her being that wantedmore. Just more.
The word came out as a prayer and then she began repeating it until she wasn’t praying but begging. Roman happily obliged. He knew sorcery. He robbed her of reason and took complete power of her being—
The pressure exploded into a starburst of unbridled sensation. She felt flushed and prickly and open andenergized. Gloriously energized with awareness of her being.
For a long moment, the sound of their breathing filled the space. She couldn’t speak. She had no words.
Roman acted as if he’d been as moved by the experience as herself. He drew her close, wrapping his arms around her. She could feel the pounding of his heart. It beat as fast as hers.
She also wanted even more.
Leonie felt his hardness against her hip. It pressed against the remaining buttons of his breeches. He was feeling the same urgent hunger she’d experienced only a few moments before.
What wasmore? If he could turn her inside out with his hand, what would it feel like to have him in her?
She no longer feared pain. Instead, she feared going through life without having all of him. And she wanted him right now. She began to unfasten his breeches.
Roman didn’t stop her. No, he was too busy kissing her shoulder, her neck—another very sensitive spot!—and working his way to her breasts.
His lips covered her nipple just as she undid the last button. His manhood practically sprang out of his breeches, but Leonie was too lost to what Roman was doing to her to explore.
Every woman knew that men admired breasts.
But she hadn’t understood why until now. She wished he’d never stop. More amazing, she felt the tugging of his mouth all the way to her very center.
Someone was sighing, the sound soft and very, very happy—and she realized it was her. She’d even buried her fingers in his hair to bring him closer.
Abruptly, he pulled away. She wanted him back but he stood and with journeyman efficiency finished undressing.
Had his eyes once been light gray? They had taken on the depth of storm clouds and Leonie knew what would come next. Her husband was the one pleasing here. He had to see to himself now, and the thought was exciting.
Roman kicked off his breeches. His buttocks were as perfectly well formed as one of the ancients’ statues—and as hard.
He faced her and her eyes widened at the sight of his desire. He seemed to know what she was thinking. “Trust me, Leonie.”
She nodded. He stretched out on the bed beside her and kissed her. As his lips explored hers, his hand found and carried her hand to his shaft. He wrapped her fingers around it.
Leonie did not know what to think.
“Touch me,” he whispered against her lips before seeking out her ear. He’d already discovered how compliant she could be when he kissed her there.
She gave him a light stroke and then drew her hand back when he seemed to bob with a will of his own. Not only did it move, but it didn’t feel as she had imagined it would. It was hard but velvety smooth.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“It’s not very handsome,” she answered. “Nothing like the rest of you.” She liked the heavy muscles of his thighs, especially when they rubbed against hers. His hips were narrow and led up to a broad chest that she knew firsthand was very comfortable and inviting.
Roman chuckled at her words. “I hope you grow to like him as well. Touch me again.”
