Page 52 of Temptress in Disguise
He wanted her hot and naked and writhing on the bed but was mindful of her inexperience. “I want you to do what pleases you. Don’t worry about me. This tops my list of most memorable meetings.”
Her lips curled into a blinding smile. “You mean it beats being kidnapped by a woman half your size?”
“That night, you captured my attention.” And she had held him hostage ever since. “Tonight, you hold me enthralled.”
Her eyes sparkled in the candlelight—a glow of confidence in her allure. “It’s right what they say about you. You’re a master of seduction.”
“The gossips know nothing. You’re the only woman I’ve ever tried to seduce. And I need to know you’re not bedding me as a last resort.”
Her gaze caressed him through the glass. “Forgive me. You’re no one’s last resort. But I didn’t know you then.” As brazen as the night she’d held him at gunpoint, she drew her nightgown over her head and let it fall to the floor. “I feel differently now.”
He stood there, all dry mouth and throbbing cock, staring at the beautiful woman he had married. Everything about her was so damn perfect. Skin pale and smooth as alabaster. Breasts full and ripe, with the prettiest pink nipples. She was small, her hips narrow, and would likely break in two when he pounded her into the mattress.
“Aramis, say something.”
You’re mine!
Do you hear? Mine!
He was struggling against a primal need to possess her. A strong desire to lock her in his bedchamber and never set her free.
“I’ve never wanted a woman as badly as I want you.” The honest statement left his lips while his thoughts ran amok. He needed to chase his pleasure, not dwell on the host of peculiar feelings. He needed to release the tension. Pray he’d have a grasp of his faculties once sated. “Can I touch you?” His hands were shaking.
Amusement danced in her eyes. “How are we to make love if you don’t? You will need to be my guide. You must talk to me. Tell me your darkest desires and deepest secrets.”
He laughed. “I could spend days describing all the ways I want you. I’ve spent the last five hours living every fantasy in my mind.”
She turned away from the mirror to look at him directly, removing the barrier he had unconsciously erected. “Show me how to ease the ache. Do it now before nerves get the better of me.”
He slid his arm around her waist and drew her close, relishing the heat of her skin. Thrusting into her sumptuous body would be the death of him. “I’ll try my damnedest not to rush.” His cock was already weeping. “I don’t want this night to end.” The words came from somewhere other than his rational mind. Hence, he added, “Not until you’ve experienced every pleasure.”
She kissed him unexpectedly, wrapping her arms around his neck as if waiting proved painful. Her body moved in time with her mouth, slow and sensual.
The kiss was unlike anything he had ever encountered.
Simple. Soft. Sweetly hypnotic.
But he tasted more than lust on her lips.
She wanted him. Not his face or physique. Not his fame or fortune. Not his skill between the sheets. But a desire to know him in every intimate way. It was there in the stroke of her fingers on his nape. In the gentle hum in her throat. In the way she moulded herself to his mouth, like nothing could tear them apart.
She was a siren luring him to his doom.
Tempting him with the one thing no woman ever had.
Herself.
If a chaste kiss could hold him prisoner, what would happen when he pushed into her, when she sheathed his cock and urged him to pump harder?
Desperate to regain control, he cupped her buttocks, lifted her off the floor and encouraged her to wrap her thighs around his hips. “I’m taking you to bed.”
She pushed his hair from his face, caressed his stubbled jaw, and stared at him through eyes so beautiful they chased away his ghosts. “I wouldn’t want to share this moment with anyone but you,” she whispered, bewitching him with words now. “Everything about this feels right.”
It felt right and so damn perfect he prayed they’d not tire of each other soon. By God, he needed to repeat the experience over and over. Once would not be enough.
He laid her down on the bed, his own personal feast. “You must tell me what you like, what you dislike. Your penchant for honesty applies to lovemaking.”
She blinked rapidly. “I’ll try, but it’s hard when one is a novice.”
