Page 70 of The Good Girl's Guide to Rakes
“I want to feel you everywhere,” she said breathlessly. She pressed her hips into his and panted with arousal when she felt the buckskin of his breeches against her flesh. He remained fully clothed while she was naked, and the erotic contrast between them made her dizzy. “I want everything.”
“One thing at a time, love.”
“How can you sound so calm?”
“Inside, I’m a riot.” His chuckle was velvet against her. “And here, I’m a conflagration.” He took her hand in his and pressed it to the thick bulge of his erection.
“Ah,” she said excitedly, “this is the famed cock I’ve heard so much about.” He growled when she gave it an appreciative squeeze.
“Mycock, or just any cock?” Despite the insouciance of his words, his voice was rough and low.
“Definitelyyourcock.” She stroked over it, learning its shape and size through the barrier of buckskin. “All those stories in the gossip rags, all those lovers fighting over you. I’d wondered for years what it was about you that drove them mad, and now I think I know.”
“If you’re that impressed with it in your hand, just imagine it in other places.”
“Oh.” She pulled her hand back. How would he fit within her? Would it hurt?
“Easy, love.” He stroked his fingers along her tight jaw. “This is your first time, isn’t it? We can go as slowly as you like.”
She ducked her head. “I’ve read so much about this.”
“Reading and doing are different,” he answered gently. “I want to make this good for you.”
“I know you will.” His gentleness and patience were soothing balms even as she shivered with needing him. “And it’smywant to be good for you.”
“Everything you do with me is exactly right. Whatever you’ve dreamt of, whatever feels good—it’s all perfect.” He bent and kissed her sweetly. “This is a safe and sacred place. Free yourself with me.”
“I’m... a little afraid.” She pressed her forehead to his chest as she shivered. “Not of the pain, but what it might mean if I truly did set myself free.”
“I swear to you that if you fall, I’ll catch you. But I know that you aren’t going to fall. You’ll soar.”
Heart brimming, she pulled back to look at him. “I believe you.”
“Now... if this truly is to be our one night together, I mean to take full advantage.” Taking hold of her wrists, he guided her toward the chaise. “May I?”
“You can do anything you desire,” she murmured.
“Trust me, love, I desire many things. And I’m going to ask for permission to do all of them.” As he spoke, he gently urged her to recline against the chaise. “I want to look my fill of you. Can I?”
“Yes,” she answered.
He stepped back just enough so that he could do as he’d asked, his gaze scorching across her nude body. Her first impulse was to cover herself—since she’d come to maturity, no one except Dolly had seen her completely unclothed—but she craved him seeing her. The way he looked at her, as if she were something to be both venerated andcorrupted, made her heart pound and her sex wet.
Kieran sank down to his knees.
“Do you know,” he said, his voice feral, “how long I’ve wished to see you like this?”
She shook her head, mute with arousal.
“For so very long.” As he spoke, he leaned close, his mouth a mere inch from her skin. “My thoughts and body are consumed with desire for every inch of you. And this neck... your gorgeous neck...”
She shivered as he dragged his lips along her throat.
“I want to bite this neck,” he growled. “Hold you still while I fuck you and fuck you. I want to mark you like I’m a goddamned beast.”
Celeste cried out when his teeth sank softly into her skin, punctuation marks of pleasure. At the same time, his hands stroked over her belly and caressed her breasts and skimmed along her hips. He was everywhere, and pleasure was everywhere. The fabric of the chaise rubbed against her back, its roughness adding to the sensations.
He pinned her with his mouth and teeth as she writhed beneath him, her legs shifting restlessly as she sought relief from the growing need. She clung to his shoulder with one hand, and brought the other to her aching sex.
