Page 39 of The Dangerous Love of a Rogue
A sound of amusement rumbled in the back of his throat as his hand closed about her breast, but his body lifted to let her undo the buttons.
When his waistcoat opened her fingers pulled at his cotton shirt, yanking it out of the waist of his trousers so she could touch his skin too. Her fingertips followed the architecture of his muscles, as his explored her breast.
His lips left hers.
She looked into eyes that looked into hers. ‘You’re beautiful, Mary, within and without. I do love you.’
I love you too.
His head bowed. His lips touched her chin then travelled down her neck, nipping and biting gently.
She shut her eyes, shut out embarrassment, as he moved her dress aside and kissed her breast.
A summer breeze swept in through the open doors, caressing her naked skin.
With her eyes closed she could hide in the darkness.
As he sucked her nipple with a sharp tug, the pain of desire struck like a dagger between her legs. Her body wanted him there; to know how it felt to join with a man.
A moan left her lips as she instinctively arched, pressing her breast towards his mouth.
The warmth of his mouth left her.
She opened her eyes. He was looking at her.
‘Let me touch you fully.’ His voice flowed over gravel.
She didn’t understand at first, but then his hand lowered. ‘Will you allow it?’
‘Yes.’ It was what she desperately wanted.
His fingers brushed the smooth inner surface of her thigh, drawing slow intoxicating circles.
A shiver raked her body.
A smile lifted his closed lips.
She wished to hide behind closed eyelids but she could not while he watched. Her lips fell open. She wanted to weep, whimper and cry out with pleasure all at once.
Suddenly his fingers swept up and touched her between her legs, pressing against her.
She bit her lip as her fingers clawed into the skin at the back of his waist.
‘You’re wet for me, darling,’ he said as his fingers touched her.
She was terrified… and excited. She wanted him to stop and she wanted him to continue.If my parents find us…
The thought was swiftly swept away as his forefinger slipped inside her body, only slightly, but… He stroked her. Gently. Carefully. The coil in her lower body wound tighter, the tension as tight as a spring.
She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth as the sensations wound so tight they fought for release.
The world crashed in on her as the release came, pulsing through her, her fingers curled, her nails cut into his skin, gripping him tightly as though she would fall. His lips covered hers, kissing her until the sensations passed, taking the sound that she would have cried out.
‘Good God, you are perfect,’ he said quietly, in awe.
His finger withdrew a little and she thought it was all over, but then she felt his finger again, pressing, gently stroking and provoking. Sensory delight, different than before, danced through her nerves. The day was hot; she had a desire to be rid of their clothes and lie naked together.
The column of his arousal pushed against her hip in the same rhythm that his finger withdrew and re-entered her. She wanted to touch him as intimately as he was touching her; that would be fair. Desperation pulling at her nerves again, her fingers fought to free the buttons on his waistband.
