Page 47 of Miss Determined
Of all the words he could have murmured in her ear, those were unaccountably dear. “You aren’t in the least unsure of yourself.”
“Oh, but I am. I have frolicked, as you put it, but this will be lovemaking, and I am determined to exceed your expectations, though I am as new to the venture as you are.”
The knot of self-doubt Amaryllis had been worrying eased. Trevor would not lie to her, not about this. He was telling her she was different and that he was at sea with her too—in the same boat.
“I like the cuddling part,” she said, yet another inanity, “and you are a good kisser.” Also a dear, desirable, breathtakingly brave man who’d said he loved her and apparently meant it.
Trevor rose and came around the other side of the bed, flipped back the covers, and undid his falls. Amaryllis had to twist about, but she witnessed the moment when he stepped free of his breeches and tossed them onto the vanity stool.
Ye pagan gods of pleasure.
“Come here,” Trevor said, lying back against the pillows and holding out his arms. “I have it on good authority that my kissing is merely good. If you are amenable, I’d like to work on my technique.”
Lissa heaved herself back and halfway across the bed, bundling into his side and drawing the covers up.
“I am amenable.”
Trevor shifted over her. “Thank whoever the patron saint of lonely bachelors is for that.”
Soft lips pressed against her throat, and a warm hand glided slowly over her hip. Trevor touched her in only those two places, and Lissa retaliated by running her toe up the side of his calf.
“I like this,” she said. “We fit.”
“We have not begun to fit, mademoiselle.”
What Trevor could do with his lips, his tongue, hisweight… Lissa did her best to return fire by exploring his back, shoulders, and arms. She got a fistful of his hair—that was technique too—and kissed him until he was panting on all fours above her.
“Please get back here,” she said. “You are my new favorite blanket, and—”
He sat up, and she was treated to the sight of Trevor Dorning fully aroused. He perched over her hips, his hair tousled, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath, his smile wicked and sweet.
“You were saying?”
He stroked himself idly, and Lissa touched the tip of his cock with one finger. “I said, please…” Please… something…?
He let her explore this, too, let her learn his contours and sensitivities, let her look and stroke and consider. No dark conservatory or faffling about in a dusty library for Trevor Dorning…
And no more for me either.Lissa gave him a soft pat.“My expectations are exceeded, Mr. Dorning.”
He seized her hand and crouched over her. “No, they are not. Not by half. Not yet. Kiss me.”
These kisses were bolder, more carnal, and laced with French. Je t’adore… Je te desiré… Other words were spoken too softly for Lissa to hear. She arched up, needing to be closer, and then he was there—right there—and the moment of joining was upon them.
“Es-tu… Are you certain, Amaryllis?”
She replied by taking him in her hand and putting him where she needed him to be, then angling forward.
“Wait.” He hung over her, their bodies barely joined. “Wait, please. A moment.”
Another man would have begun thrusting away, ready to yield any semblance of restraint or consideration. That Trevor refused to seize that pleasure for himself touched Lissa unbearably.
“I will wait until Domesday.”
He cuddled close and drew her into his arms. “And I will make the pleasure worth your sacrifice.”
She held him and resisted the temptation to gallop off with his good intentions. When he did start to move, he did so slowly, setting up a rhythm Lissa could counterpoint. She wanted to bolt, to break stride and kick over the traces, but Trevor kept inexorably to the slower tempo.
“Damn you, Trevor. There’s no need…”
