Page 27 of A Wager With A Rake
“Please,” she whispered again, fighting her tears away.
His large hands cupped her bottom, kneading the sensitive flesh through her skirts.“Are you certain?You must be certain.”He searched her face intently, even as his hips rocked into hers, the thick ridge of his arousal pressing against her belly.
“Yes.God, yes.”She punctuated the words with another deep, drugging kiss.“Take me to your bed, Court.Make me yours.”He would assume she meant for that night, but she knew deep down that she meant forever.
Something fierce and primitive flared in his expression.Bending swiftly, he swept her into his arms as if she weighed nothing.Theodosia looped her arms around his neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw as he strode purposefully down the hall to his chamber.
Tonight, she would hold nothing back.She would give him everything—her body, her heart, her soul.The consequences could be dealt with tomorrow.All that mattered at that moment was being there with him, in the way they’d both tiptoed around each other for days, lost in the fire of their passion.
He kicked the door closed behind them as Court carried her to the massive four-poster bed, then laid her down gently.His gaze raked over her, molten with desire, as he shed his coat and cravat with impatient hands.
If this was all she had, this one time with the man of her dreams, then she wouldn’t be a passive participant.She would seize the opportunity for what it was and release everything she’d held within herself for far too long.
Theodosia reached for him, a seductive smile playing about her swollen lips.“Come here, Court,” she purred, her voice a husky invitation.“Let me show you just how much I want you.”
Chapter 11
Court
Court’sbodywarredwithhis mind and his heart.The woman he desired more than air for his lungs wanted him.Begged for him even.But a small, nagging voice wondered if it was wrong to allow himself to give in.He’d dreamed for weeks about the very woman, and a tiny thread of honor held him back.
But when she grabbed his hand and put it between her legs to feel the proof of her desire, his fingers coated in her warm liquid, he was lost.The thread snapped and all remaining willpower to deny either of them was gone in a puff of smoke.
His lips came crashing down on hers as he pressed two fingers between damp folds until they were inside of her.“God, you are going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
She whimpered in response, and he withdrew his fingers, sucking them into his mouth.He audibly groaned at how sweet she tasted.
Unable to stop himself, he knelt on the floor and gripped her hips to pull her bottom to the edge of the bed, giving him the access he desperately needed.
“What are you doing?”she asked, coming up on her elbows to look at him.
He drew a deep breath, shaking his head.Her late husband deserved to be horsewhipped.“Lie back.I’m going to introduce you to things you never knew a tongue could do.”
She tentatively did as he said, and then, when he flicked his tongue against her pearl, her back arched.“Yes,” she cried out.
“I have hardly begun feasting on your cunt,” he growled.
Court couldn’t go slow and ease her into the sensation.His mouth closed around her, sucking her sensitive flesh.Each of her moans and pants went straight to his already throbbing cock, straining against his breeches.He then trailed his tongue along her seam until he was lapping her opening.
Theodosia’s hands shot to his head, gripping his hair as she undulated herself against his face.For a woman who hadn’t been pleasured in the ways she should have, she certainly appeared to know what she wanted.And it drove him wild, wanting to push her even further.
He pulled away from her and rose to stand between her legs.
“Why on earth did you stop?”
Court ignored her question and pulled her to a stand in front of him and kissed her, massaging her tongue with his so she could taste herself, while unfastening the buttons on the back of her dress.Her excited mewls told him all he needed to know about how she felt about what he was doing.
When he’d undone enough, he pulled the garment over her head and tossed it aside.He kept her distracted with his kiss, pressing his bulge against her while he removed the rest of her clothing until all she wore were her stockings.
He spun them around so his back was to the bed.Removing each of the pins from her hair, he tossed them onto the floor.Once her beautiful dark hair fell around her shoulders, he climbed backward onto the bed, pulling her with him to keep from breaking their kiss until he lay on the bed with his head on a pillow and her naked body was on top of his clothed one.
Finally, he broke the kiss and gave her bottom a light spank.“Straddle my face.”
“What?”she said.“I can’t.”
“Oh, but, beautiful Tess, you certainly can.Get up here and sit on my face like a good girl.”He pulled her, helping her to reposition herself so she planted a knee on each side of his head.
He used his tongue to circle her pearl, and she lowered herself, seemingly wanting him to do so again.“Court,” she moaned.
