Page 41 of Her Rogue to Ruin
When he slid a finger inside her, she thought she might break apart then. Tremors rocked through her. This was nothing she’d ever experienced before, nothing she’d ever wanted as much as she did with Phin.
“We have time,” he told her as he peppered kisses along her neck. “And I want to touch every inch of you.”
He began plucking at the buttons of her bodice, and Portia had been so lost in sensation, she’d forgotten there could so much more if they got rid of all constraints between them. She worked her buttons quickly, peeled off her bodice and then pushed and pulled at the hooks and eyes of her corset.
Phin chuckled at her haste, but he matched her. Tugging off his tie, removing his shirt, shucking his boots and trousers and drawers.
Portia swallowed hard at the sight of him. Every glorious inch. “I almost regret that I won’t get to paint you like this.”
“Who says you can’t?”
She smiled and he approached to help her shed her last bit of clothing. She loosened the tie of her chemise, and he pulled the fabric over her head. Then she reached up and made short work of the pins in her hair.
“Good God, Portia,” he murmured as he stroked the backs of his fingers through the hair that had fallen across her chest, teasing over her breasts until her nipples ached, tickling her as he dragged his fingertips down her belly. “I wish I knew how to paint because you’re the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen.”
“I could teach—” She didn’t get the rest out before he bent and took one tender nipple into his mouth, licking, teasing, nipping at her until she slid her hands through his hair and quivered against him.
“Yes,” he said as he kissed a path to her other nipple. “I think I’d like lessons from you.”
While he suckled her nipple, he lowered his hand to cup her mons. She bucked against him instinctively, and he slid a finger inside her again. But it wasn’t enough anymore.
“Please,” she moaned when he found the most sensitive spot and drew maddening circles around her swollen flesh. “More. Now.”
Phin laughed. “My impatient beauty.”
He stunned her by sweeping an arm under her knees and lifting her to carry her to the bed.
She felt the strength in his body as he laid her out gently, slowly. And she immediately reached for him, wanting to feel all that heat and weight against her.
But he resisted her pull, shot her a wicked smile, and kneeled at the edge of the bed, his head between her thighs.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he told her after kissing one thigh. Then he kissed the other. “To taste you.”
Then he did, running his tongue in one slow stroke that made her shudder. He slid his finger through her wet heat and chased the path of that stroke with his tongue.
Portia braced her feet against the edge of the bed, gripped the coverlet in her hand, and let out a throaty moan when he found that tender nub he’d touched with his finger moments ago.
“I…” she whispered.
He stopped, his hands on her thighs. “Tell me.” The words came in hot gusts of breath against her core.
“I don’t know if I can.”
“You’ve never come,” he said on a husky whisper. Not a question. A gently spoken truth.
Portia shook her head as she lay back on the coverlet, edging her knees shut as unpleasant memories crept in.
“What if we…” Phin said softly, arching up to meet her gaze, “focus only on the pleasure? Each moment. Exploring what’s between us. No expectations of how it should be. This is ours alone.” He kissed the cap of one knee. “We make the rules.” He kissed the other. “Or.” He smiled wolfishly. “To hell with the rules altogether.”
Portia laughed and reached for him. This time he went into her arms, easing his body down on hers, fitting his hips between her thighs. She felt the thick, hard length of him slipping along her folds and that movement alone made her bite her lip to keep from crying out.
Phin placed a hand above her shoulder, reached down with the other and stroked through her hair.
“This is different,” he husked.
For a moment, she didn’t understand his meaning. She was half mindless with wanting him, lost in sensation.
“I have never wanted anyone like this.” He lowered the hand in her hair, trailing it down her body, then he gripped her hip. He held her still as he eased his cock into her in a slow, maddening stroke, his gaze locked on hers. “I won’t want this to end, Portia.”
