Page 79 of The Lady Needs a Rogue
“Oh, yes,” she whispered.
She wanted his touch. She wanted his kiss. She wantedhim.
As she reached to touch him, he stilled her hand. “Not yet, love.”
His slightly roughened hand traced a slow path along her collarbones. He pressed tender kisses along the path. And then, he moved lower, trailing feather-soft touches from her throat to her breasts.
She tingled with pure sensation as he teased her delicate skin with tiny kisses. Dipping his head, he caressed her, each touch and press of his mouth more delicious than the last.
Kindling the heat within her, his hand found the hem of her gown. “Tell me what ye want, love?”
“You,” she murmured.
He slid his left hand under her nightdress, brushing lightly against her calf. “Ye want my touch... here?”
“Yes,” she murmured.
His hand glanced over the back of her knee, and she realized she’d sighed.
“And here?” His fingers skimmed along her thigh, stirring a delicious tingling.
“Yes,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Ah, love, I want to drive ye wild.”
“You already have.” She kissed him then, weaving her fingers through his hair and savoring the pure masculine scent of the man she adored. His low groan of pleasure unleashed a fresh little thrill through her body.
“Ye do know how to test a man’s restraint, don’t ye, love?” He eased her down against the bed, one arm curved around her back, while the other rested upon her hip.
Macie nestled into the crook of his shoulder. Her fingers glided along his collarbones, mimicking the path he’d taken over her body, before skimming over the contours of his powerful chest. Dark, crisp hair feathered over muscles well developed by his athletic pursuits. Her fingertips danced over the satin-smooth skin, even as she drank in the subtle scent of shaving soap on his skin.
Growing more adventurous, she trailed her fingers along the tapering hair that led to the dark line over his belly, he caught her hand again. “Is this yer idea of torture, lass?”
“Well, that is rather peculiar,” she teased coyly, knowing full well what he meant. “Judging from the sounds you’re making deep in your throat, I’d say you rather enjoy it.”
“I do, lass. Too bloody much,” he said in a voice edged with gravel.
“I rather like that. It’s so deliciously wicked.” She brushed a kiss against his stubble-roughened jaw. “The very thought of tempting youtoo bloody muchmakes me weak.”
“This night, I want only to make ye mad for me.” His voice was delightfully confident. “And me alone.”
He propped himself on one elbow, gazing down at her. “I’m going to touch ye now. Tell me... tell me if ye want me to stop.”
The very thought of his skin teasing hers spurred all manner of heady thoughts. Wicked. Delicious. Stirring her desire to a fever pitch.
With a delicious blend of tenderness and hunger and sweet delight, he claimed her mouth. His barely leashed passion stirred the fire within her to a blaze. Whispering sweet words of adoration against her mouth, his words were a sensuous rasp. And when he dipped his head lower, anointing her body withkisses, she curled her fingers over his muscular arms, pressing her fingers into his skin, savoring the feel of his powerful male body.
She heard herself moan, sounds like little gasps from her parted lips. And then, his warm touch glided over her thighs. Each moment of contact was a tender melding of sweet pleasure and torment. How she needed him. His touch. His kiss. And more.
Instinctively, she canted her hips, a silent plea. His eyes flashed, and she knew in her heart he’d understood. He knew what she needed. He knew how to ease the bone-deep need that had overtaken her senses.
His fingers lightly brushed the triangle of curls between her thighs. His clever fingers stirred her wanting, seeking and finding the core of her pleasure. Gently, he teased her with his touch, stirring the flames within her body. Within her heart.
“Do ye want this, love?” His words were quiet and raw and heated.
“Please,” she whispered as he kissed her again. “So very much.”
“Yer wish is my command.” A subtle smile played on his mouth. “Ye’ll like this, my sweet. I promise.”
