Page 54 of The Scoundrel of Drury Lane
“Oh... my... God...Kit...” His name escaped her lips as a moan. She’d never experienced anything like this, not even when he’d touched her the night before. She threw her head back and clutched the bedding in her fists as Kit continued to pleasure her with his mouth. It seemed to go on forever, this wonderful, wicked thing, before Suzannah’s eyes rolled back in her head and a wave of ecstasy nearly killed her. Legs trembling, she gasped for breath, but Kit showed no mercy. All she could do was surrender to him.
When he finally lifted his head, she stared down the length of her own naked body to meet his gaze. He slowly straightened to stand up and unfastened his trousers.
He leaned over her and braced one hand by her head. “I’m sorry, Suzannah.”
“For what—?” Her words turned into a gasp of pain as he entered her in a hard thrust.
“Try to relax and breathe deeply,” he said soothingly. “I promise never to hurt you like this again, darling.”
She did relax after a moment. When she breathed in and out slowly, the pain transformed into an awareness of him, feeling himwithinher. They were connected so deep, it was as though their bodies and souls had become a single flowing ribbon of brilliant color tumbling endlessly down a wildflower-covered hillside. She’d never imagined a feeling like this was possible.
Kit held still above her. “Does it still hurt?”
“I... no.” She tried to move her hips upward, and the sensation of him sliding deeper felt wonderful, yet strange.
“Good,” he groaned. “Because I want to make love to you, Suzannah.” He pulled to sit her up and urged her to wrap her legs around his waist. He then lifted himself up upon the bed and carefully laid her down beneath him in the center of the bed before he kissed her and began to rock over her. As he thrust in and out, he captured her hands and laced his fingers with hers. There was no part of her that felt untouched by him. They were joined in every way possible, and the sensation was overwhelming.
Kit’s mouth moved to settle over one of her breasts, sucking her nipple, then laving it with his tongue. Suzannah squeezed his hands hard as she felt another wave of pleasure build inside her. She whimpered, and his warm breath fanned her heated skin as he nuzzled her other breast. “Kit...”
He chuckled wickedly. “I never loved hearing my name more than listening to you moan it.”
When he freed her hands, she buried them in his hair and pressed him closer to her breasts, urging him to do more. The delicious tug of his mouth on her breasts sent tingles deep into her very center. After a long, delicious moment, he kissed his way back up to her mouth and laced his fingers through hers once again. Then he began to really move.
Suzannah was not prepared for what it would feel like to make love, to miss the feel of him within her as he withdrew and the rush of pleasure as he surged back inside. She chanted his name like a prayer as he claimed her. Whatever she had secretly held back from him before, she now surrendered as Kit loved her with his body. The pleasure that came was pure, explosive, and filled her mind with colors that she wished she could capture upon a canvas. She was unmade as ripples of joy both of the heart and body spread out to her fingers and toes.
Kit shouted her name, hoarse and desperate as he plunged twice more before she felt a soft heat fill her while he came apart. He gazed down at her, his breathing hard as he tried to find control of his body.
“It’s all right,” she soothed, somehow understanding that he had been as affected as she was.
“It’s... never been like that before,” he confessed, his voice raw with emotion. “It’s never...” His voice trailed off as fine lines crinkled at the corners of his brown eyes.
“Never?” she asked him.
He smiled. “Never.” He rolled them so she lay by his side, but the action pulled him out of her body, and she felt an unexpected tenderness between her thighs. Kit cursed and then apologized to her with soft kisses to her temple softly before he tucked her closer to him, their legs entwined. He was still wearing his trousers around his ankles, and the thought of that made her stifle a giggle.
“Does it hurt? I should have been more gentle for your first time.” He stroked her face, and the calloused pads of his fingertips made her heart ache. Those rough fingers spoke of the struggle he’d been through, working to survive in Australia.
“It’s tender,” she admitted, “but I don’t think I’m hurt.”
“I’ll have a hot bath drawn for you in the morning,” he said.
She sighed like a contented kitten and burrowed closer to him to absorb his warmth. “Hmm... that sounds nice. Oh, I forgot to ask. Was your errand successful, my lord?”
“Errand?” he asked with a smile.
“Hmm... you know... the license.” Her voice was delightfully drowsy.
“Oh yes, Suzannah, I have obtained the license. And you found your dress, of course.”
“Yes, I—I have a suitable dress for... tomorrow.”
“And the other part ofyourerrand?”
“What other part?”
Eyebrows raised, smile like the devil, he said, “The sheer underthings and ribbons?”
She blinked in surprise at him remember that request.
