Page 41 of A Raven Repents

He laughed. “That depends. Is it making you want more?”

She nodded. “Is the rest of it as good as this?”

“It only gets better.”

“Can you do it in the dark?”

“We can do it in the dark if you’re more comfortable that way. But it’s a joint activity, not just me doing things to you. You get to take, demand, and ask for anything you want. No turning into a shrinking violet now.”

She turned over beneath him and curled her fingers into his hair. “Never.” She pulled him down and her tongue plunged between his lips. She was incredible. Her hands left his hair and slid down his back to his bottom.

“I don’t know what comes next.” Her voice was less confident, and he stopped.

“I’ll show you, but are you sure you’re ready for this? Are you sure you trust me enough to allow me to touch and kiss every inch of your body?”

Her hands stilled. “Is that what’s going to happen?”

“If that’s what you want to happen.”

After a moment, she nodded. “Do your pajamas come off for that?”

“Yes. As will yours. But if you’re not ready yet, there’s always tomorrow.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Or the next day. Or any day after that, when you are ready.”

“You’re sure we can do it in the dark?”

“Yes.”

“I want it now.” She began slipping open the buttons on his pajamas. “Tell me if I’m doing it wrong.”

“There is no wrong.” He slid his hand up the side of her body and cupped her breast. She moaned into his mouth as he brushed his thumb over her nipple.

“Again,” she demanded.

Dear God. The single word had him as hard as a bedpost. He teased it a few more times before shrugging out of his open pajama top and tossing it off the side of the bed.

“If you want more, your nightgown needs to come off.” It probably would have been more enticing for him to remove it for her, but he needed to be sure this was her decision.

She quickly opened the buttons, and pulled the gown up and over her head, sending it to join his top on the floor.

He claimed her lips again, and her fierce hunger whipped up his own. He wanted her. And now that she definitely wanted him too, he wouldn’t hold back. Her breast was soft, and filled his palm perfectly. As he gently rolled her nipple, she whimpered against his mouth. Her skin was smooth and supple. “Is there anywhere you want me to touch?”

“Um.” She panted, but didn’t say anymore. He wouldn’t push her. He drew her nipple into his mouth. If her desire was strong enough, it might push her instead.

“Well?” He flicked his tongue against the hardened peak.

“I…” She squirmed, agitatedly.

“If you turn bashful on me, I’m going to stop.” As if he could. He’d never been so desperate for something in his life.

She grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand between her legs. Sweet Jesus. He groaned with her as he slid his fingers along her heated flesh.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes. Don’t stop.” She spread her legs giving him easier access.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“Incredible,” she panted. “I didn’t know I could feel like this.”