Page 72 of Lady Gambit
The sight of her creamy skin left him ravenous.
Despite his obvious cockstand, he slipped into bed beside her and came up on his elbow, unable to do anything but stare. He liked the feeling of having her close. A warm welcome after a gruelling day. Someone who needed him as desperately as he needed her.
Tentatively, he reached to brush her hair from her brow.
Did she know she was leaving in the morning?
She opened her eyes, her smile hitting him deep in the pit of his stomach. “I missed you tonight.” Her breath fanned his face like a prelude to a kiss. “I couldn’t wait until the morning to see you.”
The words pierced his soul.
He’d suffer a thousand lonely days just to feel the power of their undeniable bond. “You’re all I’ve thought about tonight. The fact you’re here, naked in my bed, is a gift beyond measure.”
Her palm settled on his cheek. “I know we risk everything, but I need you, Dorian. I need you to kiss me and chase away the ghosts. I need you to hold me, make love to me.”
“Love, your brother is asleep three doors down the hall.”
She touched his bare chest, her hand sliding over the muscles in his abdomen to caress his hard cock. “He won’t hear us.”
A growl of approval left him as fast as his restraint. “God help me, you know how to tempt a man.” He closed his eyes against the pleasure of her touch and the womanly scent that said she was equally aroused.
“I’ve not had to try too hard.” Her fingers moulded around his shaft, and she pumped him in slow, teasing strokes. “It’s pretty evident you want me.”
“Want you?” He trailed his fingers over the curve of her hip. “I can’t keep my damn hands off you, but we must be quiet. I’ll need to move slowly.”
“I just need you inside me.”
“Let me see to your pleasure first.”
“No.” Her hand moved from his shaft to his waist, and she was parting her legs and dragging him on top of her sumptuous body. “I’m so empty without you. I’ve longed for this moment all day. Hurry.”
The need to ease the ache, to feel her hugging his cock as he buried himself balls’ deep, made him lose his head. He forgot where they were, that he had guests in the house, that they were unmarried, and he’d likely swing from the nearest bough if caught.
He forgot everything as he eased slowly into her, everything but how wet and warm and tight she was, everything except the urge to pound like a madman and the need to make her come apart beneath him.
“I’m so damn hard tonight,” he growled. “I’m not hurting you?”
“No. It’s divine.”
She gripped his back, her fingers settling over his scars, making them the focus of his pleasure, not his pain. She raised her hips, encouraging him to banish thoughts of the past and push deep into the only place that felt like home.
“Oh, Dorian. I knew we were made for each other the moment I saw you. My life changed the moment you touched me.”
By God, he was touching her now. He closed his eyes against the feel of her hot flesh hugging him like a glove. “Do you know how badly I want you? For days, all I could think about was tearing that gold gown off your shoulders and setting my mouth to your soft skin.”
He’d taken himself in hand within an hour of leaving her … her image flooding his mind … her name breezing from his lips like fate’s knowing whisper.
“I slept with your handkerchief.” She sucked in a breath as he plunged into her again. “Even the smell of your cologne left an indelible impression upon my senses.”
Lord! He fought the desire to thrust, to rock into her so fast the bed would creak and take chunks out of the plaster. “Tonight, you’ll sleep with me. We can make love again at dawn. I’ll show you a different position. One that will benefit us both.”
“Show me now.”
“You need to be on top of me.”
With surprising strength, she gripped his hips with her thighs and encouraged him to roll onto his back. He was still buried inside her, still pushing deep, holding her close, fighting against the knowledge she would be gone in the morning.
Then she eased out of his grip, rising above him like the goddess Venus. “Like this?” she hummed.
