Page 63 of My Kind of Scoundel
He didn’t give her time to catch her breath. His hands slid down over her buttocks while his tongue slipped into her mouth. The world around her blurred. He was everywhere. Consuming her with his touch, his taste, his smell.
Passion’s glowing embers ignited into an inferno.
“Eleanor,” he growled, devouring her lips once more before kissing every inch of exposed flesh. He was sucking her earlobe, kissing her neck, holding her so close the ridge of his erection pushed against her belly.
“Theo. Don’t stop.”
Don’t ever stop loving me.
Was this how it felt to be adored?
To be treasured beyond compare?
He kissed her collarbone, kissed the swell of her breasts rising out of her corset. His fingers traced the curve of her buttocks, dipping between them to stroke the entrance of her sex.
Merciful Lord! It was too much.
“Get me out of these clothes,” she demanded.
With the same urgency, he removed her corset, stopping to bury his face between her breasts, cupping them in his hands and kissing her nipples through the fine fabric.
Then he stripped her naked, his eyes burning with desire until they dipped to the bruises on her hip and thigh. “As God is my witness, no one will ever hurt you again.”
She didn’t want to think about the terrible things that had happened, only about this perfect moment with him. “I need you.” She took his hand and smoothed it over her breast. “Make me feel like I did at Fortune’s Den last night.”
His thumb grazed her nipple. “It would be my pleasure.”
He was on her in a heartbeat, kissing her wildly before turning her around, his erection pressing against her buttocks.
“Everything about you is spectacular,” he said against her neck as he slid his hand down between the apex of her thighs. His fingers teased her entrance before gliding over her bud. “You’re so beautiful.”
She almost cried.
No one had ever said such wonderful things.
No one had ever made her feel special.
But his fingers moved in enticing circles over her flesh, his other hand caressing her breast, anchoring her to him. She moaned aloud, each cry getting louder as her body shuddered and she came so hard her knees buckled.
Theo swept her up into his arms and lowered her onto the mattress. “I’m so hard, love. I’ll try not to hurt you. You’re certain you want to continue?”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
He smiled. “You came so splendidly you’ve earned a confession.”
“I have?”
He rose above her, his powerful arms bearing his weight, a golden lock of hair hanging over his brow. “I volunteered to escort Delphine to her modiste appointment. I didn’t care to read the newspaper. I came only to watch you.”
Her heart was racing. “Why?”
“Because I have always found you enchanting.” He nudged her legs open with his knee and settled between them. “I’ve imagined this moment many times. It hurt to think that you hated me. Know I never meant to hurt you.”
He kissed her again, his body pressing her into themattress, the feel of his warm skin on hers like a dream come true.
She wrapped her legs around him as he entered her slowly, each gentle nudge tearing a gasp from her lips. She stared into his eyes, relishing the feeling of having him inside her.
“Are you ready to take all of me, Eleanor?”
