Page 51 of A Baron's Scandalous Quill
His cravat followed, her stays, which he cursed at when he tangled the laces, knotting them. She kicked off her shoes, too, but before she could reach for her chemise, or even think of removing it, he took her hand and pulled her across the room.
On one side of the library was a vast desk, at least six feet long and half as wide. He picked her up by her waist and placed her upon it so she was sitting on the very edge. She gasped at the display of strength but was distracted once again when he pulled at the skirt of her chemise, tangling it around her hips and revealing her stocking-clad legs.
“Nothing between us,” he whispered, kissing down her neck and across the open neckline of the chemise. “I want…not a thing between us. Not tonight.”
His words had her trembling with her desire. To think of the two of them completely bare, their bodies entwined on this stranger’s desk, was a rule she had never thought she would cross. Now, it was the only thing in the world that she wanted.
He reached down, pulling at her stockings. One hand teased her, his fingers trailing a searing path down the inside of her thigh.From her other leg, he pulled the stocking down in one swift motion, then he kissed up the inside of her leg, coming closer and closer to her core.
She felt that now familiar rush of heat and warmth between her legs, accompanied by that ache. It was as if her very core burned for him.
“Nothing between us,” she said again, reaching for his own shirt and pulling it over his head. He broke off in his loving touches in order to help her. The shirt was tossed to the side, and when his chest was revealed, she explored him, but even more boldly than before.
Her fingers ran over the carved ridges of muscle on his chest, down his stomach, and to the perfect v shape above his trousers. He tipped his head back, indulging in her touch. She felt power, as if he was completely at her mercy, yet, at the same time, she was a dithering mess at his mercy.
He suddenly veered forward and reached for her chemise, pulling it over her head. When she was exposed to him, and as he had so wanted, with not a stitch on her, she gasped at the rush of cold air in the room that met her skin. It made goosebumps rise across her thighs and her breasts taut.
He urged her to lay back on the desk, kissing his way down the middle of her chest, keeping to the valley between her breasts. It was a tease, one that made her raise a hand and tangle it inhis dark brown hair. When she playfully tugged on his hair, he moved his lips to her breast and sucked on her nipple.
The rush of pleasure that filled her stomach had her arching up against him. As he kissed her, adoring her, teasing her breasts with laps of his tongue and nips of his teeth, his hand wandered. It reached up between her thighs, then grabbed her knee and lifted it high up past his hip. Her body was completely open to him, allowing him to move that same hand now down her thigh, teasing her further.
She trembled, her head lifting off the desk as she wanted to watch what he was doing. His fingers skimmed the top of her thigh, taunting her. When she moaned aloud, wanting his touch, he didn’t hesitate anymore. His fingers moved to her core and slipped inside of her.
The full feeling had her hips bucking up toward him as her head fell back on the desk. He set up a rhythm at once and moved his hips above her, as if they truly were making love, and it was his body which had entered her, not just his hand.
“Please, Will,” she began to beg. That pleasure was coiling in her stomach. Just being so close to him had it building fast, knowing he was doing this to her, yet she didn’t wish to reach her end just yet. She wanted more of him. “Please, make love to me,” she begged.
He kept moving his hand through her dampness, sliding his fingers harder and faster. Her legs grew taut, and her toes curled, for she was so near the edge. As he braced a hand down onto the desk and lifted his body, so he was no longer kissing her breasts, she arched her back, on the verge of finding her release. Then, his hand left her body.
“Oh, Will!” she moaned aloud, frustrated, yet overwhelmed with what he was doing to her.
“Now, love. Now,” he assured her and reached down for his trousers.
Love. He called me love.
The excitement that took over her merely grew in power at this knowledge. She watched as he pushed his trousers down, and his length was revealed. Though she had seen it before, somehow tonight, it meant more. The hardness, the size, she wondered how one earth he was even supposed to fit, but then he moved over her, kissing her, his length nudging her entrance.
Her hands reached up to clutch his back and shoulder blades.
“Please,” she whispered between their kisses. “Don’t stop now.”
“I’d give you anything you ever asked of me, Becca. Anything.” With these deep words, she felt him nudge inside of her. It was slow at first, and that full feeling she knew well developed, then he suddenly reached further inside of her.
It was so deep, she felt as if a part of her broke inside. She gasped at the sudden pain. Having cried so recently, tears were not far away, but she held them back.
“Only the first time, Becca. No other time will hurt. I vow that to you.” He didn’t move his hips but kissed down her body and across her neck, clearly trying to bring her that pleasure. She felt adored by his touch, her hands starting to move across his back.
This will not be the only time. He wants to do this again!
She was so taken up by the thought that it took her a minute to realize that their connection no longer hurt her.
“Will,” she whispered, “please.”
He must have known what she meant, for he drove a hand down into the desk beside her and started to move, rocking their hips together. The sudden pleasure that spiked within her was more intense than she could have possibly imagined.
One of her hands gripped the desk beneath her as the other planted itself in the middle of his chest. They set up a rhythm, with Will sliding their bodies together, his length moving in and out of her at a steady speed. The whole time, they watched one another, and she was in awe at what she saw.
She couldn’t look away from the desire on his face, the parted lips, nor the way sweat beaded in the middle of his chest and ran down to his abdomen. His hips rocked against her own expertly, and she tried her best to keep her legs lifted as high as she could so he was free to enter her.
