Standing back, his gaze swept over her. “Your undergarments are truly excellent.”
Arching her back, she ran her hands over her breasts. “I’m glad you approve, Rupert.”
He shuddered. “Christ. The way you say my name.”
Arousal stormed through her, at his reaction to her, at the way she could make him look. “Rupert.” Again that reaction. Breasts aching, desire a heavy beat between her thighs, she bit her finger. “Mmm, Rupert.”
His eyes flared. Climbing over her, he straddled her leg, his thigh pressing against her sex. Lightning arced as, face dark with passion, he leant over to cup her breast, his fingers delicately stroking her as his gaze burned into her eyes.
“Rupert,” she moaned.
His lips found the place where her neck joined her shoulders, and she shuddered as his tongue darted over her skin. Next, he found the hollow of her neck, the swells of her breasts, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. His hands drifted up her torso, pushing her flesh up for his worship.
The ache unbearable, she pressed herself into his thigh. Hot, wet, empty, she wanted him inside her, so deep she couldn’t imagine a time without him. Before that, though, she wanted to drive him just as wild as he drove her.
Pushing herself onto her elbows, she tugged at his shirt. “Off.”
Ignoring her, he tightened his hands on her breasts, his tongue tracing the curve of her flesh.
Desperation made her breathless. “Rupert, please. I want to touch you.”
He met her gaze. For an endless moment, they remained so, her want a beat inside her. Fingers moved over her cheek, her lips. Placing a kiss first on his thumb, she flicked her tongue against him.
His eyes darkened. Pushing himself upright, he ripped the offending material from his skin.
She drew in her breath. He was marble-pale, untouched by the sun. Lean muscles shaped him, his foppish clothes disguising a powerful body.
Biting her lip, she reached out a hand, trailing over his chest, grazing his nipple. His eyes widened, but he said nothing. Fascinated, she drifted over his abdomen, following the delineation she found there. Her skin was dark against his paleness, the olive of hers a stark contrast to his.
Finally, all that paleness disappeared inside his trousers. Wistfully, she traced the flesh above, running her fingers beneath his waistband.
He was so beautiful.
He made a pained sound. Raising her gaze, she found his eyes closed, pleasure drawing his features sharp. Watching him, she allowed her touch to wander back and forth, back and forth. He clenched his jaw, but he didn’t stop her.
She reached farther.
His eyes snapped open. With a growl, he tugged her hand from him and grabbed the back of her knee, shoving her around him. She obliged by hooking her foot around him as he enclosed her nipple with his mouth, sucking strongly. Pleasure bolted through her, centring between her thighs. She felt swollen and wet and she tangled her fingers in his hair, her leg tightening around him as she sought some sort of relief.
He covered her neglected breast, her nipple rubbing against his palm as he shaped and moulded her flesh. The lace abraded her painfully hard nipple, driving her crazy with lust. Reaching between them, she found his cock. He felt so good, and he moaned against her as she caressed his length through the fabric.
Eager to feel him next to her skin, she undid the buttons of the trouser flap and pushed inside. He filled her hand, hard and hot and strong. Wetting her lips, she stroked him, marvelling at the silkiness of his skin, the way it moved over the hard shaft within.
Swearing into her, he redoubled his efforts, pulling at her nipple, his hand abandoning her breast to shove her drawers down. She helped him, kicking to remove the material, and he settled once more against her, his hand playing between her thighs. His fingers skirted her slick folds, finding the nub hidden between. Gently, he circled her, and she couldn’t contain her scream.
It felt so good, so right. Him between her thighs, his hand on her, hers on him, licking and kissing and touching each other. Fingers probed at her cleft and then he slipped inside. She clutched at his back, unable to think, focusing solely on those wicked fingers and what they were doing to her.
He withdrew and she moaned, wanting more, wantinghim. Rising above her, he kissed her and she responded desperately, her tongue twining with his as he drew her legs around his hips. Blindly, she reached for a packet containing the sheath. He groaned into her mouth as she unfurled it over him, as she positioned him against her.
He reared back, and they stared at one another. He rested between her legs, a pulse beating wildly. She was so ready, so eager for him.
Exhaling shakily, he framed her face with his hands. Gently, he pushed into her.
Biting her lip, she contained her moan as he slid inside. She’d forgotten what it was like, she’d forgotten howgoodit was. He pulled away, only to push back, push farther. He were driving her insane, these little, shallow thrusts that rubbed just right. Brows drawn, he pushed again, and he was fully in her, hard and unyielding, stretching her as she hadn’t been stretched in so long.
He stilled. “Are you all right?”
“Yes.” She stroked his hair. “Are you?”
