Page 72 of Teach a Rogue New Tricks
She could not swallow. Her throat scratched desert dry. Her father had spoken of how parched one could get in the hottest of places. Now she knew what he meant. She’d found the hottest of places. A desert could not compare to the sizzling space between their bodies.
The loosed trousers drooped then fell, and Ada squeezed her eyes closed tight.Coward.
His hands, warm on her shoulders, ran down her arms, their hands twining together. He urged her to her feet. “Open your eyes, love.”
She opened them.
He chuckled. “There you go.”
“You’re a bit bigger naked than you are clothed.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “And what will you do with me? Naked. Or better yet, what do you wish me to do to you?”
She unclasped their hands and reached to his shoulder with tentative fingers. She traced his collarbone with her forefinger as he had done hers, then she felt the graceful curve of his shoulder. What did she wish? So difficult to say such things out loud. She’d dreamed and wished in silence for years and now this man asked whatshewanted.
She pushed her shift off her other shoulder and let it fall like an unneeded shroud around her feet. “I want to touch and be touched. I cannot articulate what I want because I do not know. But if wedo, then I will find it out.”
His gaze roamed her body with a fierce hunger. “My intrepid explorer.”
“Just so. What I want is to simplydo.”
“Yes.” He surged forward until their bodies melted into one another, arms tangling, teeth clashing. “Like this?”
“Yes.”
He picked her up and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He deposited her on the bed with a bounce and joined her. He lay on his side beside her, his head propped on one elbow, the other hand tracing the outline of her ear. His teeth nipped the lobe.
“Yes, I like that,” she said. She rolled to her side and pressed a hot kiss to the center of his chest. “And you like that. Your heart tells me so.” It beat like a drum, and she pressed her ear to his muscle to hear it more clearly. “I like that, too.”
His hand flattened on her stomach, his thumb dipping into her belly button. It felt odd, tingly. Then his body shifted so that he straddled her legs, and his tongue replaced his hand, flicking in briefly before drawing a line from it lower. Much lower. “I know you like this,” he mumbled, his words a caress against her skin.
His fingers stroked, slipped inside her, rubbed in small, tight circles until she moaned as he licked the sensitive inner skin of her thighs. Then his tongue replaced his hands and she shut up a scream behind clenched teeth as her back arched off the bed.
He lifted his head and grinned, a right happy wolf. His inched upward until his body covered hers.
She pressed her palm to his hot chest. “Wait. I haven’t yet…” What was the word for it, that shattering feelings she’d had at the theatre when he’d ducked beneath her skirts and sent her soaring?
He lifted an arrogant brow. “Come? I know. Not yet.”
She tried to sit up. “Isn’t this about what I want?”
He kissed her. “Yes. What do you want?”
“To”—she took a breath to steady her courage—“come.”
The wolf grinned again. “Give me that pillow.”
She handed it to him, and he placed it beneath her hips. He positioned the head of his shaft at the same sensitive opening he’d probed with his fingers and pushed, gently, kissing her all the while.
She tensed at first, but his hand on her breast and his tongue tangling with hers, she could not think much about how she stretched as he pushed.
And then he filled her entirely. His body froze, but his lips rained adoring kisses over her jawline. “I’ll stay here until you tell me otherwise.”
And when she said so, he’d move, she’d move, and he’d spend his seed inside her.
She stopped breathing. The most terrifying weeks of her life had been after her encounter with Lucas.
She put her hand to Cass’s chest and pushed.
