Page 40 of The Dangerous Love of a Rogue
A soft laugh left his throat and entered her mouth. He did not help her, though; instead his lips left hers, his head lowered and he sucked her nipple.
The first then the second button came loose, releasing the flap of his trousers. Her fingers delved inside and touched the hard column of his flesh.
His skin felt like velvet.
She bit her lip and squeezed her eyelids tightly closed, hiding in the darkness, not wanting to witness her sinful behaviour.
She clutched it, holding firm, not knowing what else to do.
‘I’ll show you.’ His voice brushed over her breast, answering her unspoken thought. He raised his head and covered her hand with his. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. His finger and thumb were damp from where he’d touched her. ‘Like this,’ he said, as he drew her hand down and then up.
His eyes were pools of emotion, sunlight shining through honey.
I love you.
She no longer felt embarrassed by their intimacy, she was swimming too deep in their shared sensations, and she knew they were shared because his eyes told her he felt the same as she did.
His hand returned to her, and two fingers pressed inside her.
As they touched each other, they watched each other’s expressions.
The emotion caught so tight within her, it felt as though he had a hand about her heart too.
His head bowed and his hair brushed her skin as his lips touched her breast again.
Drew.
He sucked her nipple, his fingers working their charm between her legs.
Drew.
Her fingers clasped tighter about his erection, he covered her hand with his, moving it into a quicker motion then returned to the task of touching her.
Drew.
Hunger and thirst surged on a high tide, rising then pooling in the place where his fingers worked, her body impatient for more. She wanted his weight, his strength, his pressure on her and in her… there.
Her thoughts lost in the swirling turmoil, her thumb accidentally touched the tip of his erection.
A shiver racked his body.
It was a heady feeling, to discover she could move him as much as he moved her.
His suck pulled hard on her breast, then released and his head came up, a rogue’s smile twisting his lips. ‘Mary, darling, I’m trying to be good.’
‘And if I do not want you to be good any more?’ The breathless words tumbled from her dry mouth.
His eyes lost their rakish glint. ‘Sweetheart, you do. I made you a promise. You can trust me. I shan’t break it. I will not leave you with no choice but to marry me. I want you to choose me.’ The caress between her legs grew more intense as he spoke, utterly entrancing her body.
‘I am choosing you now,’ she said more forcefully, desperate to know the conclusion of this.
‘No. Your body is choosing me. You would only regret it later.’
He touched a particular point inside her that made her whole body arch and her head press back into the sofa cushion. His head bent and his lips brushed her temple, then his kiss touched the skin beside her eye. Her eyelids lowered and she gave herself to whatever this would be.
He kissed her cheek, her nose, her chin as his fingers and thumb played their wicked games.
Her hand embraced his erection, just holding now, as her other hand clung to his shoulder, her breathing quickening and her heartbeat racing.
