Page 117 of Every Rake Has A Silver Lining

Before she could blink, he picked her up and gently laid her in the center of the bed. As he climbed in next to her, his eyes filled with hunger, he reminded her of a cat stalking its prey.

Fire ignited low in her belly, and an aching need built inside her. More frightening though, tiny pangs squeezed her heart when she met Simon’s eyes.

Although desire fogged her mind, she remembered his exhortation to participate. “Kiss me?” Goodness, she sounded so needy.

But he didn’t laugh. “My pleasure.” Holding her in his arms, he kissed her with a unique combination of passion and gentleness, as if he were trying to tell her something without words.

Lips, soft but firm, coaxed her into a state of euphoria as he nipped and drank and plundered his tongue in her mouth.

When he broke the kiss, she wanted to chase his lips, but she only moaned as he trailed hot kisses down her torso. He tongued her nipple, and she arched off the bed.

Pressure continued building inside her, wanting—needing something she couldn’t name. “Simon, please.”

He released her breast and returned to her lips. His hand lay on the flat of her stomach, his fingers teasing and torturing. “All right, my sweet. I’m going to move my hand down now. Remember. You are in control. Stop me if you don’t like it.” Hedelivered the last with a teasing tone, as if convinced she would not only like it, but crave it.

And as his hand inched lower, and lower, the unnamed need grew stronger, and she admitted her husband understood her body better than she did herself.

She kissed him back with equal fervor, her own tongue tangling with his and drawing sighs and moans from both of them.

Hot desire surged through her when he slipped his hand between her legs, inserting one finger, then two into her.

Breaking the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers. “Oh, God, Charlotte. You’re wet for me.”

The words sent a naughty thrill through her. “Tell me I’m wanton again.”

As he continued to stroke her, he whispered in her ear, “You are a very wanton woman. So wicked. And I want you to have your way with me.”

Muddled, her mind searched how to accomplish his wish, but any hope of discovering it vanished as he moved to suckle at her breast again while continuing his ministrations between her legs.

And instead she sought relief—how and from what, she had no idea, only that it was as if she were reaching for something just out of grasp, but growing closer, and closer by the moment, and then?—

“Oh!” The word flew from her lips as the pressure exploded inside her. Stars danced beneath her eyelids as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

Simon continued his sweet torture until the last convulsion ceased.

Limp and boneless, she had never felt so relaxed.

Simon pulled her into his arms. “No need to ask if you enjoyed that.”

When she opened her eyes, his ridiculous grin greeted her. “You don’t have to appear so smug about it.”

“About pleasing my wife? I have every right. And now that I know a little about what you enjoy, I plan to do it often.”

Regardless of his boast, she had to admit she very much wished to repeat the experience. Often, if possible.

With her mind relatively cleared, she returned to her earlier thought. How could she have her way with Simon?

Oh!Surely if it felt so good for him to touch her, he would enjoy being touched, too?

Wrapped in his arms, she lay on her side, facing him, as he nuzzled her neck and fondled her breast. His arousal pressed hard against her belly. Careful not to disturb his delicious ministrations, she slipped her hand between them and nudged him to give her access.

His previously hooded eyes widened, then he grinned and moved his hips away enough to allow her to touch him. “You wicked, wanton woman.” His sensual chuckle, low and seductive, encouraged her.

Curious, more than anything at first, she touched a finger to the top of his arousal, surprised to find it silky soft and a little spongy. But the long shaft was like iron, rigid and demanding as it jumped under her touch.

“Wrap your hand around me.” His words came out as a growl.

When she did as he asked, his eyes fluttered shut, and he moaned. “God, Charlotte. How can your touch undo me so quickly?” His hips jerked forward, then back.

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