Page 91 of No One's Bride
He hissed a breath. “You’ve thought of me and touched yourself?”
“Aye. Once or twice.”
Maybe a little more, but a lady was always vague.
Raw, masculine heat glowed in his eyes. “You might think this presumptuous,” he said, gesturing to his toned physique. “But I wanted you to see me at home in my chamber, stripped of all finery. I wanted you to see the relaxed man, the one unburdened by the mistakes of the past.”
“What is a mistake if nae a means of advancement?”
“I’d live with the pain of a thousand mistakes to spend one night with you.” He reached up, captured the errant curl brushing her cheek, and let it slip slowly through his fingers. “Come to bed, Ailsa.”
From some men, it might sound like a command.
From him, it sounded more like a plea.
They would incur Aaron Chance’s wrath if they were late.
“We don’t have to make love,” he drawled.
Ailsa laughed. Did he not know her friend Lillian had given her a thorough education on the wants and needs of men?
“Is that so?”
Ailsa tucked the book under her arm. She reached for the waistband of his trousers—noting he’d undone the buttons—and tugged the garment down until his erection sprang free.
Heaven help her! He was glorious.
So thick and hard she couldn’t help but stare.
She wrapped her gloved hand around his shaft. “Ye’re happy to lie next to me and suffer in silence?”
It was the first time she’d touched him like this. The first time she’d felt the true power of possession.
His eyes flickered in their sockets as she drew the skin slowly back and forth, revealing the swollen head. “Remove your gloves.”
Thatwasa command.
She obeyed, dropping her book and gloves on the floor before continuing her ministrations. “Do ye like me touching ye?”
“You know damn well I do.” A creamy tear escaped the slit, but he gripped her hand to stall her. “I’ll not rush this. I want you in my bed, Ailsa. I want to worship you properly. I don’t care if it takes all night.”
Once in his bed, she would never want to leave.
She was lost in a whirlwind of love and lust and couldn’t deny him, even if she wanted to. “Then undress me.”
His wicked gaze held her rooted to the spot as his fingers moved over the buttons on her pelisse. He slipped one button, his hand skimming her breasts before moving on to the next.
Her greedy sex pulsed when he pushed the garment off her shoulders. Her breasts were so full and heavy they strained against her corset. She was already damp between her thighs, the inner ache almost unbearable.
“I want you naked this time,” he drawled, dropping to his knees to remove her shoes and stockings. “I want you writhing beneath me. I mean to wring every last whimper from those delectable lips.”
He spoke with a rake’s swagger, yet every touch conveyed heartfelt tenderness.
Sebastian stripped her bare. He stepped out of his trousers, his manhood so engorged, thick veins ran from root to tip.
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to bed. With primal intensity, he stared at her as she settled back against the pillow. “God, I want you with a passion I can barely contain. But I mean to savour every second.”
She touched his cheek, caressed his jaw, tried not to think about the pain she’d endure when their affair ended.I belong to you, she wanted to say.You’ve possessed me body and soul. “Make love to me, Sebastian.”
