Page 15 of A Lady's Christmas
She said yes. The rest of what she assumes is an argument for later, but in this moment, her desire outweighs all the good sense rushing around that brilliant pretty head of hers. Sliding his arms under her back and legs, he scoops her up.
Stopping briefly to blow out the candle, he bolts for the door and up the steps. Painfully hard, he has to go slower than he’d like. The most surprising thing is how intimate it is to have Gwen in his arms with her head resting on his chest. She trusts him despite all he’s done and how he’s treated her.
Heart racing, he pushes through the door and into the large bedroom newly cleaned and rearranged for him after his uncle’s death. Gently, he rests her on the mattress, following to lie beside her.
“Theo, I feel very strange. I need you to touch me.” She closes her eyes and blushes bright red.
Touching her knee still covered in the cotton gown, he draws her leg toward him. “Where do you wish to be touched, sweetheart?”
She traces a path between her breasts, pushing the nightgown down until it bunches at her hips. Slipping her hand beneath the material, she moans. “Here.”
“You will drive me mad, Gwendolyn.” He presses his shaft against her thigh looking for some relief, but only making his need grow. Lifting to his knees, he admires her half-naked form. “You’re very beautiful.”
She opens her eyes as if checking to see if he’s sincere. “I’d like to see you as well.”
Standing, Theo strips out of his shirt.
Gwen rises to her elbows and watches his every move. Her pupils are dilated as she blushes and studies him.
He removes his breeches and stands before her, hoping she won’t run. “Are you sorry you asked, because your eyes are wide with obvious shock.”
Shaking her head, she looks away from his erection and shifts her gaze to his eyes. “I’ve never seen a man naked before. You’re very beautiful, Theo.”
“I’m glad you think so. May I remove your nightgown and ease your need?” He runs his fingers along the soft skin of her ankle.
With her gaze still locked on his, she nods.
Taking half a step closer, he leans in to grip the fabric at her hips and slides it down her strong, satiny legs, letting it fall to the floor in a pillow of white. Kneeling at the side of the bed, he grips her thighs and draws her to the edge of the mattress. Breathing deep her warm sensual scent, his cock jerks painfully. His need will have to wait. Right now, her desire is all he cares about.
Still watching him, eyes as wide as saucers, she parts her lips as if to speak.
Theo slides his tongue between her folds. She’s as sweet as the most precious honey. He moans.
On a gasp, she lies back and threads her fingers through his hair. “Theo, that’s… Oh, god.”
Licking and sucking her center until she’s writhing with her coming orgasm, he’s so aroused he may erupt along with her. Determined not to let that happen, he wills his desire down while reveling in her pleasure. Needing to feel the moment, he slips his finger inside her tight sheath.
Her body clasps around his digit as she comes apart. Biting her bottom lip to keep the house from hearing her, she tries to pull her center away from his mouth.
“You’re perfect. I’m a fool for not telling you sooner.” Wrapping his arms around her, he brings them both to the middle of the bed.
ChapterEight
Nothing can ever compare to the pleasure Theo’s mouth produces. Gwen’s body quakes and shivers with the aftershock of the beautiful moment when she crashed into a million pieces. In his arms, she slowly regains her wits. “I had no idea.”
“The real miracle is that you can do that again if you wish.” His smile lights his eyes, but not as if he’s prideful. He looks smitten, but that cannot be.
“Can I?” Excitement builds in her chest and sensations stir again between her legs and low in her belly. Glancing at his shaft, her cheeks heat. “And can I give you pleasure as well?”
He caresses her cheek and pushes her hair from her face. “Not this night, sweetheart. Tonight is about you.”
Having left herself so vulnerable had been a mistake. Of course, he doesn’t want to leave himself in the same position. Her chest tightens painfully. “I should go.” She sits up, then jumps from the bed, grabbing her nightgown from the floor. “This was…” Part of her wants to say it was a mistake, but she can’t bring herself to utter those words. She drags the cotton over her head and ties the bow at her throat.
Theo gapes at her. “You’re leaving?”
“I must. If I were caught here, it would be terrible for both of us. Lady Chervil would insist you marry me.” A nervous laugh bubbles up while she forces her tears down.
Moving to the edge of the mattress, he puts on his shirt, which covers him to the middle of his thick muscular thighs. “I wish you wouldn’t look so aghast, Gwendolyn. What we shared was, in my mind, quite beautiful. Whatever you think it means, you should talk to me about.”
