Page 108 of Frankly, My Dear

His body stiffened at her mention of “forever,” then relaxed. They both knew there was no forever for them.

When James began to grind himself against her in a tantalizing rhythm, Selene arched her neck, inadvertently offering her ear to his ministrations. He pulled the lobe into his mouth and tugged on it gently with his teeth. She told him with a reluctant whimper how sensitive her ears were, and he gave a low, sexy laugh. Tracing the delicate whorls with the tip of his wet tongue, he asked in a raspy voice, “Do you like that?”

“Yes.”

He pressed the tip as deep in the ear as he could, then pulled it out. “And that?”

“Oh…maybe you’d better do it again so I can decide.”

He chuckled and began a seductive, wildly erotic, in-and-out stroking dance to match the rhythmic pressing of his erection against her pulsing center. He smothered her keening wail by pressing his lips against hers once again.

Meanwhile, his impatient hands shoved the neckline of her gown off her shoulders and down to her elbows, trapping her arms at her sides. He pulled back slightly and gazed with passion-glazed eyes and parted lips at her exposed breasts. “You are so beautiful, Selene.”

“I told you I was beautiful.”

He smiled, a pulse-stopping smile that tore at her heart-strings and turned her blood warm and churning with a lifetime of pent-up emotions. Almost instantly, his expression turned bleak. “What do you want from me, Selene?”

“Now or forever?” she asked, her fingertips caressing his rigid jawline.

He swallowed several times before answering. “Now…just now.”

She wanted so much from James, and she wanted to do so much for him. But there was so little time. She would have to settle for now. “Kiss me…there,” she pleaded, looking downward.

His breath grew ragged with understanding, and he lowered his head, taking one hardened nipple into his mouth, laving it with his wet, abrasive tongue, then flicking and gently biting it to an aching point. “Like that?” he asked, raising his eyes to hers.

“O-o-o-oh.”

“Is that a yes?”

“That’s yes, yes, yes, yes…”

He moved to the other breast, and Selene’s knees buckled. He caught her by putting both of his hands under her buttocks, making a low, masculine sound of satisfaction deep in his throat.

“James, Selene…it’s almost time for dinner,” Mrs. Baptiste called out, tapping on the hallway door. “Fergus and Reba have arrived. Come, dears, and no more arguments.”

“Arguments?” they both said, groaning, as her footsteps moved down the hall toward the gallery.

“Your mother’s timing is perfect,” Selene grumbled as she drew up the bodice of her dress.

James pulled away with a soft curse. “Perhaps it’s for the best,” he said, tucking his loosened shirt into the waistband of his trousers and straightening his suspenders.

She shot him a look of disbelief.

He shrugged sheepishly. “I didn’t say I liked the interruption.” He pointed toward a pier mirror on the wall across the room. “And you’d better fix your hair before you go back out or everyone will know what you’ve been doing.”

“Yeah, and you’d better check out your pants, Mr. Baptiste, or everyone will definitely know what you’ve been doing.”

He looked down at his crotch and grinned.

Her heart did a cartwheel. He was so handsome. God, how I love him!

He tried to adjust his pants to hide his erection, to no avail.

“Do you want me to help?”

“Are you totally mad?”

She could barely walk across the room on her wobbly legs. When she got to the mirror, she shrieked, “Oh, my God! My hair! My makeup! And what happened to my eyelashes?”