Page 57 of To Tempt a Scandalous Lord
“Your touch is everythingright.” Niall grasped her hand and pressed it flat against his chest, right over his heart. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how fast it races? It does that because of your touch. Because I crave your hands on my skin. All over my body.”
Oh.
Heat simmered to a boiling point between her legs, and she fought the urge to rub against him like an affectionate feline. Instead, Alicia swallowed down her fears and snagged his gaze while she reached for his falls. Niall groaned in the back of his throat, and she took that as encouragement to continue. When she had freed every button, she pushed aside the material and boldly reached for him, enclosing him in her firm grip.
Niall hissed through his teeth. “Yes.Feelwhat you do to me. Your touch is like fire, and my entire body burns for you.”
Alicia shuddered at his words, even as her grip grew more insistent. She stroked him, first up then down, her hold tight. When Niall tossed his head back, pleasure coloring the planes of his face, Alicia felt a thrill of satisfaction.
Suddenly, he yanked her chemise over her head with one quick motion. Placing his large, warm hand between her breasts, he pushed her back onto the bed and came to hover over her. Niall gently stroked hair back from her face, before his eyes fixed on the path his fingertips took over her body.
“You’re not frightened?” he asked gently.
“Of course not. It’s you,” she whispered.
“It is. And I’m finally going to pleasure you in all the ways I’ve imagined since I first knew you’d be my bride.”
His eyes locked with hers, Niall grasped her foot by the heel, and kissed her instep. While his hand traced up the back of her leg, his fingers stroking and caressing, his sinful mouth bestowed kisses to her skin. When he reached her thigh, a wicked smile curved his lips.
“Let’s see if you’re as pretty here as I have imagined you are.”
Alicia panted as Niall’s hands ran up the inside of her thighs, his thumbs pressing them apart before he could settle his shoulders between them. When he boldly leaned forward to taste her, she keened while her hips arched off the bed.
“Now I can’t have you doing that.” Hetsked, placing his arms across her hips to hold her in place. “I would never be satisfied with just one taste.”
His naughty words erased her embarrassment, and Alicia moaned, spreading her thighs wide to allow him greater access. Reaching her arms above her head, she gripped the bedsheets and murmured, “Then do your worst.”
Never had Alicia thought such pleasure was possible, but Niall’s tongue proved her wrong one long lick at a time. When she finally flirted with completion, gritting against the sensations bombarding her, he nudged her over. And when he sucked hard on her flesh, sparks detonated behind her eyelids before bolts of pleasure raced under her skin.
Climbing up her body, Niall gathered her against his chest. He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to her hair. “I trust I have acquitted myself.”
“Goodness, yes,” she breathed, kissing the skin lying under her cheek. “But I trust that’s not all.”
Niall pulled his head back, a scowl on his face. “Of course not. We’re just getting started.”
Chapter Nineteen
Finally.
It was the only coherent word in Niall’s mind as he kissed his wife. Touched his wife. Tasted his wife. After the tense, sexually frustrating weeks of circling each other like pugilists in a close bout, they had finally allowed their attraction to overrule the animosity that burned between them.
Alicia was just so damn lovely, and completely comfortable in her own skin. She did not shy away from his caresses. She leaned into his kisses, silently begging for more. Niall had not meant to sample the delights between her thighs so soon, but her eager, passionate responses had been an aphrodisiac he had been unable to deny himself.
He had to be patient, though.
Alicia might not be a blushing virgin, but it didn’t mean he could take her hard and fast like his cock wanted. Instead, she deserved to be worshipped, and he was determined to be her most devoted acolyte.
Niall stroked the hair from her face and studied her. For all her confidence, the blush that swept over her silky skin told him she was still nervous. Well, so was he. Everything about their relationship had been fraught with discord, and he wanted their first time together to be a new start.
Trailing his fingertips down the valley between her breasts, Niall smiled when her breath hitched. “How responsive you are. Do you like it when I touch you, dearest wife?”
Alicia licked her lips, her gaze unfocused. Before she could respond, he brushed the back of his knuckles over one puckered nipple. A sharp gasp escaped her mouth, and her gaze turned needy. “Can’t you tell I do? Please don’t stop.”
“Stop?” Niall turned his attention to the opposite nipple, pinching it between his thumb and pointer finger. “So you don’t want me to stop doing this?” he asked, as he ran his thumb over the tip.
Her back arched off the bed, a moan slipping from her lips. “No. Please, Niall. I needmore.”
“More, you say?” He couldn’t contain the chuckle bubbling up his throat. “Would you consider this more?” he asked, leaning down to drag his tongue over one sensitive tip.
