Page 30 of His Wicked Embrace
“I…was drying your clothes.” He pointed to where her chemise, gown, and stockings hung over a brass grate close to the fire. It wouldn’t be too long before they would be wearableagain.
She glanced at the spot and then continued toward him, her head tilted just enough to show the graceful slope of her neck. The distance between them closed, and time seemed to lengthen like a fine gossamer strand. He took in the sight of her and how damned lovely she truly was. From her raven-black hair to her slight upturned nose, even the hint of a scar just above her collarbone, she was perfect. Too perfect. He should have backed up, should have put the chair between them, but he couldn’t move. Her hypnotic eyes rooted him to thefloor.
Zehra came right up to him and placed a hand on his chest. He reached up to curl his fingers around her wrist, but he sucked in a breath, and she gave him a shove. He fell back into the armchair, staring up ather.
She eased down onto his lap before he could say anything to stop her. The weight of her body was welcome, the feel of her exciting beyond words. The blanket covered his knees, and he tried to fight the urge to pull it away from her body. Every muscle was rigid withtension.
“Zehra, you don’t haveto—”
She put a finger to his lips. “Shhh.” The curve of her lips would have knocked him onto his backside if he hadn’t already been sittingdown.
“Do you want me, Lawrence?” she asked, her eyes fixed on his mouth in a way that made him hungry beyond measure. He wanted her mouth on his body in the worstway.
He nodded. He’d never been in a situation like this before, where he was the one being seduced. “I want you so much,” he whispered, his breath comingfaster.
“Then you will kiss me.” She trailed a fingertip down his cheek to his mouth. Her touch was light and gentle, but wherever she traced the pad of her finger, it burned his skindeliciously.
“But I cannot take advantage of you. Not like this.I—”
“Hush,” Zehra said, her voice even more commanding. “I do not say this out of obligation, but desire. I know my fate, and I accept what must be. But I wish to know some measure of happiness before this all ends. I want to be happy withyou.” She leaned back and let the blanket drop to her waist, revealing that she was completely naked. The swell of her perfect breasts with dusky nipples were fully open to hisview.
Lord, she was lovely, but her beauty wasn’t the reason he wanted to kiss her, to make love to her. It was because she was unlike any woman he’d ever met. She was brave, intelligent, warm, passionate. For all the shyness she had shown earlier, she also possessed a strength of will he’d never seen. For the first time in his life, he wanted a woman not because of her looks, but because ofwhoshewas.
“Lawrence?” She purred the word, a sweet, irresistible challenge for him to sayno.
As if I could resist—she’s too damned perfect, too damnedwonderful.
She curled an arm around his shoulders and leaned in, her bared breasts rubbing against hisshirt.
Bloodyhell.
He cupped her chin and leaned in the last inch between them, covering her mouth with his. She met his kiss eagerly, and he drank in her sweet taste. For a virgin, she had a natural ease of learning how to respond to his sensualofferings.
“You seem quite comfortable with this,” hesaid.
She chuckled against his lips. “I have read books onpleasure.”
“How many of these books have you read?” He pictured her studying texts like theKama Sutrabeneathcandlelight.
Her wicked smile made his body rigid with need. “Many…”
He nuzzled her throat. “Then perhaps you might be able to teach me a thing ortwo.”
“I mightindeed.”
He banded his arms around her, holding her close. This sudden unexpected need shocked him, but he didn’t stop kissing her—couldn’tstop. She trembled against him, her entire bodyquivering.
“Are you cold?” he asked. Her hair was still wet with rain, falling out of the loose style. Droplets fell onto her shoulders, and he ached to lick themaway.
“Only alittle.”
Lawrence kissed her for another long moment before he lifted her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. She lay back, propping herself up by her elbows, and gazed up at him from beneath dark lashes. It took everything in him not to pounce on her like an inexperienced youth, fumbling with his firstmaid.
“I have never lain with a man before, but I believe you need your clothes off in order to proceed.” She laughed as he practically ripped his cravat and shirt off and removed hisboots.
“Not necessarily,” he said with a chuckle. “But for it to be the most enjoyable, absolutely.” He reached for the front of his trousers and unfastened them. Zehra watched him with hungry eyes, making him feel like agod.
I’ll show this woman every pleasure I can. I won’t think about letting hergo.
