Page 112 of A Story of Love

Lori thought her eyes would roll right out of her head when he pinched one of his tiny nipples and groaned, his hips lifting and pushing his shaft deeper. “You’re making me feel so good.” His hips rolled, resuming their subtle thrusting. “Show me you can take a little more.”

His praise sent a warm wave flowing through her body and she opened wider, suddenly wanting to demonstrate just how much pleasure she could give.

Rather than be disgusted by her own compliance, there was something about responding to his commands that was causing the sensual tightening in her sex that she knew led to a climax. How was that possible? Why should she take pleasure in performing such a debasing task?

And then it struck her: because it wasn’t debasing when she could see how much pleasure it brought her lover. If anything, it made her feel powerful to cause this big, strong man to shiver and groan.

“God, Lorelei! I’m so close to exploding, but I don’t want to end this yet.” His fingers tightened in her hair, until he held her immobile. “That’s enough for now, sweetheart.”

For a moment, Lori resisted.

He smiled, controlling her body with an ease that should have frustrated her, but only made her more aroused. “We’ll do more of this later. Trust me,” he said, gently withdrawing all the way. He stood, lifting her to her feet as if she were a feather.

“Let’s get this off you,” he said, his deft fingers reminding her of how many hundreds of times he’d probably removed a woman’s clothing. Just how many lovers he’d had and the ones he’d likely have after she was gone and—

“Don’t,” he ordered, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Don’t what?”

“Start thinking about things that don’t matter right now.”

“How do you know what I’m thinking?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Was I wrong?” he asked, returning to the buttons and then sliding the gown off her shoulders.

“Smugness is not an attractive attribute,” she said, stepping out of the circle of her gown.

He laughed and reached behind her to loosen the laces of her half-stays. “Lift your arms.”

When she did, he raised not just her corset, but her chemise along with it, leaving her naked one step sooner than she’d expected.

He stepped back and studied her. Not covering her breasts with her hands was one of the most difficult things she’d done.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, and then dropped to his haunches and speedily removed her boots. But when she reached for the garters, he stayed her hand. “No. Those you leave on.” His gaze darkened even more. “Those wicked garters are lovely on you.” Before she could think of a retort, he stood and held out his hand. “Come, let’s go to bed.”

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“Up you go,” Fast said, lifting her by the waist and smiling at her startled gasp. “On your back, darling,” he said, amused when she was too surprised to argue and immediately complied.

“You’re staring,” she said, a hand across her breast and another resting over her mound.

“Yes.” Fast allowed her to cover herself—for the moment—and reveled in the sight of her.

No matter what happened between him and Lorelei in the future, he would never, as long as he lived, forget the sight of his innocent lover sprawled over the decadent red velvet that covered the bed, garbed only in white stockings and those naughty garters.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered.

“What is it?” she asked, her eyebrows drawn down.

“You’re just so damned desirable.”

She blushed and this time he could enjoy the way it spread all over her body.

“You like to embarrass me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he said. “Legs apart,” he ordered, even more smug when she obeyed without hesitation.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she muttered.