Page 113 of The Language of Love

“Let’s take off your gown.”

The gown was loosely fitted, so he could push the fine lace off her shoulders and down over her narrow hips. It puddled on the floor along with the robe, and Annis felt a pang of guilt at treating the lovely garments so badly.

But when she reached for the beautiful silk, he growled, “Later.”

He shed his own robe with a graceful shrug while walking her backward to the bed.

He was so big—a wall of man—that she should have felt oppressed by his size. Instead, she felt protected and safe as he took her by the waist and lifted her onto the bed, positioning her as if she were a doll.

“Lie down,” he ordered.

Annis fell back onto her elbows, too excited to do anything but watch.

As he’d done the night before, he knelt above her, affording her a magnificent view of his body as he wrapped his huge hands around her thighs and opened her legs wide.

When she realized what he was staring at, she tried to close her thighs.

She might as well have been a fly as she struggled in his firm, unbreakable grasp.

“Quit fighting me, Annis. I will make it good for you,” he promised, his heavy-lidded eyes flickering to hers before dropping back to her exposed sex. “So good.”

Annis’s heart pounded so hard she could feel her pulse beating beneath the sensitive skin at the base of her throat.

He released her legs and the taut muscles in her thighs twitched to pull together and protect that most private part of her against his intense stare. But she did as he bade her and left herself open.

She tensed when he reached for her, stroking her mound lightly but firmly.

“Sh,” he murmured, pushing his thumb between her swollen lips and grazing the source of her pleasure.

Annis bit her lip to keep from begging, her gaze darting from his stroking hand to his hard, stern face.

He caressed the thin skin of her inner thigh with his other hand. “So soft,” he said, his wicked thumb already at work.

Annis squirmed from pleasure rather than embarrassment this time, and his lips twitched into that sensual, arrogant smirk she loved so much.

His hands barely paused their erotic motions as he lowered himself between her legs, his broad shoulders spreading her wider.

Annis pushed up onto her elbows to watch, and he cut her a quick look. “Has anyone kissed you down here before?”

It wasn’t what she’d expected him to say. “Kiss me?”

Henry looked pleased. “I guess that’s my answer.”

She watched in shocked anticipation as he parted her lower lips with his thick but nimble fingers.

“God, Annis.” He gave an almost pained grunt at whatever he saw; his lips parted, and his breathing roughed. “You’re so perfect and pink and wet.”

Annis’s entire body blushed.

He licked his bottom lip, the gesture so carnal that her inner muscles clenched.

It was Annis’s turn to grunt when he lowered his mouth over her, the soft heat of his mouth enveloping her.

And then his lips closed around the sensitive bud, and he sucked.

“Henry!”

She felt the curve of his mouth against her lower lips before he destroyed her ability to think.