Page 19 of The Winter Rogue
Unwinding one arm from his neck and reaching for the knob of her bedchamber door, with an easy twist the wood panel opened and they stumbled inside even as they still kissed.
But Drew broke the kiss and stepped back.“We can't do this.”
“Why not?”Charlene cocked her head to one side and began unbuttoning her bodice.Need pulsed through her body, more than a simple kiss would have caused.No, this was an accumulation of need from their various encounters.
He sucked in a sharp breath, his dark blue gaze whipping to where her hands worked each button free.“It's not right.You're innocent.A guest in my home.”He seemed to have trouble focusing on his thoughts, the words coming out in disjointed bits.
“I am a virgin.I am not innocent—and I am a woman.An eight and twenty woman who wants to know what it is to have a man bring her pleasure.”Charlene drew in a deep breath and let it out as her bodice parted to reveal her chemise underneath.She'd skipped the corset for this little outing, but little had she known then how convenient that decision would turn out to be.“Who wants to know what it is for you to bringherpleasure.”
“Fuck!”Drew groaned as he swept her into his arms and kissed her rapaciously.
She thought he might consume her, the way he kissed her.It was all passion and no finesse, and she loved it—loved knowing she had driven him past his limits to the point he no longer cared that she was a lady.She was simply a woman.The woman he desired.
“Yes,” she moaned as he left her lips and tugged her chemise down to expose her breasts.
“So rosy and such tight points, I knew they'd be pink.”Drew’s words were mumbled, but she thought she mostly understood him.
He'd been imagining her breasts, or more correctly, her nipples.The thought made Charlene’s toes curl in her boots.
His mouth latched onto one tip and all thoughts fled her head, scattering like mist on the sea air as pleasure slithered through her body.He sucked and bit at the one nipple until she was bent backwards over his arm.She clung to his shoulders, loving how he felt under her touch, how he felt pressed against her—but her bloody skirts blocked the sensations she'd felt the other day in the music room.She wanted to feel that again.Needed to feel him pressed against her.
Drew started walking her backwards toward the bed and as her knees hit the side, he released her breasts.“God, you are a lush temptress that no mere mortal such as myself could resist.It was futile for me to even try.”
Charlene smiled softly, pleasure at his words sifting through her body and maybe even her heart.
No, not that.This was pleasure.It had to onlybepleasure.Her father would expect her to marry someone of consequence, someone of benefit to the family legacy.
Yet before she could say anything in response, Drew had turned her around and undid her skirts.He untied the one crinoline she had pulled on for warmth on her errand and let it all slide down her very bare legs.She hadn't bothered with her hose or lacing her old boots fully.
“Good God, woman, you must start wearing undergarments.It will drive me mad, always wondering if you are or if you aren't.”Drew’s voice was low and growly as he turned her back around and lowered her down on to the bed.
She slipped her boots off and slide her legs free of the skirts puddled on the floor as she laid back.“Now you.”She waved at him.
“Now me, what?”Drew grinned devilishly.
“Naked.I want to see all of you.I've only felt you up to now.”Charlene’s demand stemmed from an insatiable curiosity and the countless hours of dreams about him since she'd arrived on his doorstep.The man had haunted her every dream since she returned to Glenn Ivy Manor.
He chuckled and pulled up straight, leaving her sitting naked on the bed as he stalked to her door.
Was he leaving?Fear spiked through her.Had this been a cruel joke?
But he locked the door and turned back to where she sat.“I refuse to be interrupted yet again.Not this time.”
Her breath whooshed out of her chest as relief slammed into her.She wanted this.Wanted him.Damn her to perdition, but she did.
In a shockingly short amount of time, Drew stripped free of his clothing and crawled onto the bed and over her.She could not help but shiver in anticipation.
“Sweet Charlie, tell me now if this needs to stop.Tell me at any point and I'll try, but I…I want you so badly that I may be hard pressed to stop if you wait much longer.”
She'd only been there a few days.How much did he want her?When did this begin?Desire pulsed through Charlene as his body pressed along hers and the stray thoughts went the way of all the others earlier.“Don't stop.I want to feel you inside me.”
He groaned and kissed her, their tongues melding together—but to her disappointment, he pulled back.As his body slid down hers, she levered up on her elbows.“Drew, come back here.”
Drew chuckled softly.“Oh no.I've been dying to taste this from the source all day.It's all I could think about after you left my study and I tasted you on my fingers.”
She shivered.Was he talking about—well, she'd read about a man who went between a woman's thighs with his mouth.Could he be talking—
Drew slid his tongue between her wet lips and over her tight little nub of flesh that was so hard and swollen.Oh yes!He was talking about doing that.And holy hell, she was being gutted.Her body tensed up and waited, waited for more.Her breathing grew choppy as he slid his tongue inside her entrance, inside her pussy.Fire shot through her veins as Charlene parted her legs wider and thrust her hips into his mouth, unable to prevent herself from demanding more.And he responded—Drew slid his hands under her arse and pulled her closer to him, all the while she watched him work her while perched on her elbows.Watched his auburn head move between her thighs as his tongue drove her pleasure higher and higher.
