She swallowed hard, again.“Very well.”
“So, as I said, please take it all off.”
“I’ll need your help.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
He undid the buttons at the back of her dress and those at the waist of her petticoats.Then he attended to the laces of her corset.She removed her drawers and her guard, the one she secured with a band around her hips, and then her shift.
She turned to him, trembling.
“Dear God, Scarlett,” he said.“And you expect me to survive you?”
She nearly let out a sob.But it was swallowed by his movement toward her and how he swept her into his arms.He kissed her, immoderately, and she returned his passion.
“You too,” she finally managed to murmur.“Your clothes.”
He nodded.“On the bed.I’ll come to you.”
She positioned herself on the flannel blanket and watched as he stripped.His cravat from earlier was long gone, so he only had his vest and shirt to undo.Then he unbuckled his trousers, let them fall to his feet, and stepped forward.
He still wore his smalls, but she didn’t object.The absurd press of his large erection against the flimsy fabric gave her impression enough.She feared if he came to her completely bare, she would lose her mind and become a babbling fool—even more than she was already.
Malcolm joined her on the bed and instantly claimed her mouth.Her skin heated and flushed afresh.
He moved his lips down to her neck and groaned.She gloried in the feel of his cock against her.His hand found her breasts and then his lips did the same.
“Your breasts,” he murmured.“How could I be expected to refuse you?”
His speech was doing as much for her as his hands and lips.To hear the power she had over him, the way he felt he had no choice but to surrender, made her go even slicker between her legs.
“Please—” She gasped.
“Yes, darling.”
He looked at her, his eyes a shadowy sage color in the dim light.“If you want me to properly ruin you, we are going to have to open you up.”
“What do you mean?”
“When we tried before, you were too tight.You felt like heaven, but you wouldn’t let me in.”
“Do you think it impossible?”Panic beaded through her at the thought.She thought she might die of want if she never felt him inside of her.
“No, I know it is possible.You only need a bit of practice.”
“What do you mean?”
He brought his fingers to her core.“I will open you up with my fingers first.”
“Oh.”
She supposed it was true that when he had made her come before, he had never gone inside her.There had been no need.
“Will you allow me?”
“Yes.Of course.”
He began to stroke her.Between the blood from her courses and her arousal, she was very wet.He stroked her at the apex of her pleasure, but then, as he had promised, he also began to ease her open with his fingers.At first, it was slightly uncomfortable, but whenever it began to be so, he would return to stroking herthere,and she felt herself relax.
