He glanced both ways down the corridor to ensure it was clear, then pulled her into the room. For her to be caught in her state of undress even speaking to him would ruin her.
The moment he shut the door behind her, his lips descended to hers. She tasted like mulled wine and innocence. Her night rail hugged her curves. The diaphanous material made his mouth water. He wanted to run his hands all over her. He wanted to carry her to his bed and never leave it.
He forced himself to pull away and put her at arm’s distance. “You didn’t change your mind?”
“Of course not.” She strolled toward the bed and let the dressing gown drop from her shoulders, leaving her clad only in her night rail. “Kiss me again.” She wagged a finger at him. “A toe-curling kiss, if you please.”
He chuckled and made his way to stand next to her by the bed. “Fine.”
“And I—”
“Shut up. You’ve won. I’m going to kiss you now.” Daffin was on fire for her. He pulled her into his arms and his lips descended to hers, silencing further words. The taste of mulled wine was going to make him hard forever.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed herself up on her tiptoes to meet his kiss. Their last kiss had been hot. This one was scorching. She didn’t just part her lips for him. She boldly stroked her tongue into his mouth. Her hands came to wrap around the back of his neck, holding him in place as if she never wanted it to end. Her leg slid up the side of his, her knee rubbing up and down his thigh. He was certain he’d go up in flames.
When he finally pulled away from her, his heart hammered. He looked at her as if a unicorn had appeared in his bedchamber. Who was this gorgeous woman, and what had he done to deserve even a moment of her company?
She pulled away from him and climbed up on the bed.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed. He glanced down at the floor, his hands on his hips. He was not going to survive this. When he looked back at her, she’d pulled the shoulder of her night rail down and exposed one creamy shoulder.
“What are you doing?” His voice shook.
“Didn’t you say you never back down from a challenge?”
“What’s the challenge?” he asked.
“Touch me.”
“With pleasure.” He didn’t want to let her go. He wanted her with every bit of his soul.
Daffin had long ago pulled off his boots and cravat. He wore only his breeches and shirt when he climbed onto the bed to face her. They were both on their knees, staring at each other. He wanted to rip the gown from her body and bury himself inside of her. Instead, he pulled her against him and slowly lowered himself atop her, cradling her head in his hands. He kissed her again, an endless kiss that did nothing to diminish his raging cockstand. When he finally pulled his lips from hers, Regina pressed her forehead to his.
His hands moved to her shoulders. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her maddening scent. Then he lowered his head to the spot just above her breasts,licking at the smooth skin exposed by her night rail. He pulled down the bodice. His lips found the nipple of one perfect breast and closed around it and sucked, gently biting and tugging.
Regina gasped. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her. Her back arched and her hair fell in a dark, silky wave behind her.
He lowered her onto her back again and moved atop her, letting his gaze sweep her breasts. God, he’d dreamed of these breasts. He lavished attention on first one, then the other, while she moaned in the back of her throat, driving him mad. She lifted her knee and curled a leg around his hips, her gown falling down to her thigh. He didn’t want to stop. At least not yet. “Regina,” he breathed. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, please don’t stop.”
His hand made its way down her body, skimming her hipand flat belly before he pulled up her gown to find the perfect spot between her legs.
He skimmed his fingers along the seam of her sex and parted her lips to slowly dip a finger inside her. Regina. Sweet Regina. She was tight, and hot, and wet.
He withdrew his finger and slid it back in again, mimicking a motion his hips were desperate for. Her eyes widened. Her head thrashed against the sheets. He leaned over her to watch her face while his finger moved inside of her.
“Daffin,” she moaned. “I want you.”
He leaned down to cover her mouth with his.
“Tell me, Regina,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want.”
There was something else he could offer her, something unbearably intimate and delightful. Shifting to his knees, he tossed her gown over her thighs and slid down to position his head between her legs. Then, meeting her wide gaze a final time, and finding arousal instead of trepidation, he slowly lowered his mouth to her. The first taste of her was like heaven. He licked her deeply, while she gasped. “Oh.”
Instead of clamping her legs together and pushing him away like he’d guessed she might, she spread her legs wide and grasped his head. “More,” she called in a throaty voice. He smiled against her flesh, and kissed the silken skin of her inner thigh, before drawing his tongue languidly over the heart of her. Even in the midst of lovemaking, she surprised him. Damn it. He was so hard he ached. He ground a little against the mattress, knowing this time wasn’t for him and trying to keep the sweet, primal drive at bay.
Driven by the taste of her, desperate to claim her and knowing only one way to leave her fulfilled and yet whole, he plied her with his tongue, explored her tight warmth with the slow, inexorable thrust of his finger, until her hips rose todrive against his every caress. Then he found the little nub at the top of her sex and lightly sucked it into his mouth.
