And he lovedit.
Chapter Thirteen
STRONG ARMS BRACKETED HER as soft lips moulded to thedemands of her own. Tangling her fingers in his soft hair, Serapulled Stephen closer, his hard chest scraping the tips of heraching breasts. At his groan, a thread of triumph twined throughthe thrill of pleasure, but he stayed motionless against her, thefaintest sliver of air between them as he held himself from her.She wanted more. She wanted to drive him wild. She wanted him tobreak. She wanted to feel the force of his passion, for him to grabher and take her and show her he wanted her as much as she wantedhim.
She licked athis upper lip.
He stiffened,lurching fiercely into her a moment but he restrained himself,holding from her so they were only joined by her hands in his hairand her mouth on his. Sweet, gentle, and a tease. She made a sounda back of her throat, and she felt the shape of his wicked smileagainst her mouth. He knew she wanted more, and she knew he waskeeping it from her.
Well. Shecouldn’t have that.
She slid herfingers over his scalp, his neck, tracing his shoulders as shebrushed her lips over his again and again. He grunted, but hedidn’t break, his breath sweet against her tongue as she traced theseam of his lips, the corners of his mouth. Her heart throbbedwithin her, and the determination to make him lose himself. Curlingher hands around his forearms, she pressed herself against him andlicked his lips.
With that, shebroke him.
He hadn’t moved,but somehow he had wrest control, his mouth open against hers andhis tongue demanding. She moaned as he stole into her mouth, andshe pressed herself closer, her breasts flattening against the leanmuscles of his chest.
Pulling hismouth from hers, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip slowly and hemurmured, “You shouldn’t tempt me.”
A thrill racedthrough her. “Nor should you tempt me.”
The corner ofhis mouth lifted. “Are we playing that game?”
She hadn’tthought of it as such. This was…real to her. Breath caught in herchest, she whispered, “Is this a game, Stephen?”
His smile fadedas his gaze searched hers. Then he said softly, “No.”
A sigh escapedher, and she closed her eyes as his fingers traced the lines of hisface: the sweep of her brow, the curve of her cheek, the shape ofher jaw. A gentle tug and he removed the mask, his hand trailingdown her neck to flatten over the exposed flesh above her bodice,warm and heavy. Her breath came faster, and faster still, and shemet his gaze, his eyes burning into hers.
Straightening,he lifted her, seating her on the edge of the billiard table. Heslid his hands up her calves, dragging her skirts with them. Gazeholding hers, he moved between her legs, his hips pushing her wideras he trailed his fingers over the outside of her thighs. Herbreath caught as she felt him against her, hard and hot. His touchdrifted to delicate skin of her inner thighs and then brushed thecurls of her mound. Her legs jerked and she bit her lip, her entirebody flushing with heat. She had allowed no one this, but she wouldallow him. She would allow him anything. She wanted to steal thistime with him, this moment when they were wicked.
His fingersstilled. She whimpered, but he didn’t move, fierce gaze locked onhers and his fingers so close to where she ached. He was askingsomething of her, but she couldn’t think. He had stoppedbecause...he had stopped... Permission. He wanted her permission.He wanted to know she wanted this.
In answer, shepushed herself into his touch.
Hunger flared inhis eyes and his fingers parted her, finding her wet and swollenand aching. She moaned, her legs tightening on his hips as hedragged his touch through her folds. His lips brushed her ear asshe panted against the bared skin of his throat, his flesh hotagainst her mouth.
“Sowet for me, Sera,” he crooned. “I’ve barely touched you and you’realready flowing.”
She moaned, herfingers digging into the baize as he teased her opening, spreadingher wetness to caress the spot her pleasure centred. His fingercircled her before dipping inside.
A cry escapedher, her body rigid, and he growled, his tongue tracing the cord ofher neck. “You’re so soft, Sera. Soft and hot and sweet. I wonderif you’ll taste like that.”
Brushing hislips over her mouth, he sank to his knees. He kissed her stomachthrough the fabric of her dress, his hands curling around herthighs to drag her closer to the edge.
Her startledgaze flew to his.
His eyes burnedinto hers. “Can I kiss you?”
In a daze, shenodded.
Lust flared inhis expression, then he lowered his gaze. Holding her wide, hestared at her.
Heat flushed hercheeks and her legs twitched, trying to close.
“Sobeautiful.” Lowering his head, his lips brushed her inner thigh andthen he put his mouth upon her.
It was too much.This was too much. She couldn’t—She didn’t— A scream built insideas his mouth devoured her, his tongue swirling around that nub offlesh that drove her insane with pleasure. She squirmed and bucked,and he growled against her before he thrust his tongue insideher.
