Page 53 of Temptress in Disguise
“Watch me. Tell me where you feel the ache. Don’t be shy.”
He stood at the edge of the bed and ran his palm over his muscled abdomen before gripping his swollen shaft. A groan left his lips as he stroked himself and imagined her honey-sweet mouth swallowing the crown.
Her eyes burned hot with approval.
She panted, her breasts heaving, but said nothing.
“Tell me where it throbs, love. Show me.”
Her smile conveyed intrigue, not innocence. He almost spurted his seed over the coverlet when her dainty hand grazed her breast.
“Here,” she said, her breath quickening as she touched her erect nipple. “And here.” Her fingers slipped through the folds of her sex. Not once or twice but three times, every touch a potent aphrodisiac. “It aches so terribly here, Aramis.”
“As your husband, I’m duty-bound to soothe all your woes.” He climbed over her, his desire to have her so powerful his control hung by a thread. “Forgive me. By the time I’ve worked my way down, the ache will be unbearable.”
He claimed her mouth in fierce possession, his tongue thrusting deep into the wet depths to stoke lust’s flames. Needing to taste every inch of her, he moved to the graceful column of her throat.
She shuddered beneath him as he sucked the sensitive spot behind her ear. “Aramis.” The pretty hum on her lips was so damnably arousing. “I—I pray I’m enough for you.”
The words were a sword to his soul, while the compulsion to mate drummed an incessant beat in his blood. “You’re more than enough.” He was the one lacking. He was the one floundering in a sea of inadequacy. “You’re so desirable. You’re a sweet addiction I cannot deny.”
She smiled as he kissed her lips. “You’re always so kind to me. How could anyone ever think you were heartless?”
He was everything people claimed—ruthless, aggressive, domineering—except when indulging his wife. She spoke to the man he kept hidden … even from himself.
“I’m different when I’m with you.” He worshipped her with a trail of kisses down to her breast. “When we’re alone, I forget the rest of the world exists.” He preferred this world free of falsehoods. With Naomi, he was not chained to bitter memories. He was no longer a prisoner of the past.
The need to claim her rose inside him.
The need to banish the thoughts of her loving another man turned his mind back to seduction. It was up to him to ensure this was the most satisfying experience of her life.
He blew softly over her nipple before taking the bud into his mouth, every swirl of his tongue earning the desired reaction.
But he did not stop there.
He teased her with whisper-like kisses against her thigh. Drugged her senses with a slow exploration to her sex.
As expected, embarrassment had her drawing her knees together. “You can’t kiss me there.”
“I can. I guarantee you’ll love every second. You’ll beg me to do it nightly. Close your eyes and relax. Trust me.”
She looked doubtful.
“Trust me,” he reiterated.
She parted her legs, surrendering herself to him.
The first taste of her musk-scented flesh was his undoing. He fought the urge to bury his face and feast until dawn. He’d been a fool to think he might be her tutor. Every artless jerk of her hips fed his desire. Every sweet moan sent his arousal spiralling.
She came hard.
Convulsing and calling his name.
Unable to wait a second longer, he came up onto the bed, took himself in hand and made sure she wished to continue. “Do you want more, love? Or have you had your fill of pleasure tonight?”
Their eyes met.
The dazed look of satiation was beautiful on her. He couldn’t get enough of this woman. Everything about her drove him wild.
