Page 125 of The Lyon Returns
“You were saying?” he breathed. His hands moved over her in a slow exploration of her back, her hips, her cheeks, herdécolletage, not hurrying, but never staying in one location for long.
Heat pooled low in her belly. Seemingly of their own volition, her own arms wound around his neck. Anticipation of the magic he created with his mouth, his hands, his body, sang through her veins. What had he asked?
Oh, yes. She wanted to talk.
“I thought a small discussion—ah,” she breathed on a long exhale as he eased her back, onto the pillows.
His lips danced over hers, teasing, tantalizing, tormenting. She wanted his mouth fully on hers, his weight pressed atop her.
With a whimper of need, she tugged his shirttails from his pantaloons then slid her hands under the hem to glide them over the hard contours of his sleek back. His skin was hot, his muscles supple.
“Yes, Gwen, touch me.Don’t stop touching me.” His harsh command was akin to tossing dry kindling on fire and it set her ablaze.
He hoisted himself up long enough to strip off his shirt and unbutton his fly, then he was pressing her into the mattress, one knee wedged between her legs.
She parted for him as excitement and hunger clashed within her.
With seeming no effort at all, he lifted her nightdress and the chill night air whispered over her exposed lower limbs.
“Mm,” he murmured against her lips as his fingertips cruised over her bare thighs, her hip, her low belly. Gooseflesh spread over her.
“What shall I do with all this deliciously soft skin? This?” He skimmed his fingers up her inner thigh to her apex, parting her with gentle precision. “Yes,” he hissed. “So wet. So hot. So inviting.”
She drew a shuddering breath and scored his back with her nails as he slid one long finger inside her. His thumb found the small, excruciatingly sensitive bud nestled under her curls and rolled over it. “Does it feel good, sweetheart? Do you want more? Tell me what you want. Shall I lick you? Put my tongue inside you? Shall I suck you? Or maybe I’ll play here with my fingers a little longer and taste you here?” His lips brushed over her nipple through her bodice.
She could not answer him. She could hardly breathe. What he did to her body. The fire his words, his mouth, his touch built within her threatened to engulf her in flames.
His lips closed over one nipple, pulling, pulling. With every suckle, an answering tightness coiled inside her. Then his teeth nipped, sogently, tugging, tugging.
“Please,” she finally managed to choke.
He brought his mouth to hover over hers. “Look at me.”
She had not realized she had closed her eyes.
She slitted them open to gaze into the green-gold depths of his eyes, eyes that seemed to capture all the remaining light in the chamber, and blazed with a ravenous hunger that heightened her own. “This? Is this what you want?” he purred.
His fingers moved into her, out of her, over her, faster, faster, brushing her sensitized flesh with the merest pressure that nevertheless brought her passion to a dizzying precipice.
Then his manhood nudged at her entrance, easing into her, barely, barely, while he touched her, all the while watching her, his breath tickling the hair on her cheeks. “Now. Come. Come for me.”
She sucked in a desperate breath as pleasure exploded through her. Her hips arched upward, pressing into his.
He shuddered and choked out a surprised groan as he plunged himself into her. His lips sealed over hers in a demanding, voracious kiss as he took her, again and again and again.
She held onto him, arms, legs, mouth, whispering pleas for…she didn’t know.His surrender, some instinctual part of her answered. She wanted him as lost to her as she was to him. She shoved at the waist of his pantaloons, baring his hips, squeezing his firm, round bottom.
“Gwen,Gwen, I…God. You…feel…so…good.” All at once he reared up, face contorting, torso swiveling with the power of his climax.
She stared, awed. He was so beautiful, so utterly magnificent, and somehow,hers.
Spent, he fell atop her, chest heaving with his breath. She wrapped her arms around him, smoothing her hands over every part of him she could reach as tears pricked her eyes.
Washe hers? She didn’t really know. Every time she tried todiscuss the future, to learn how he foresaw things unfolding, he mesmerized her with his love making. Surely it was a coincidence.
He rolled off of her onto his back with a satisfied moan, and sent her a contented smile. Then he reached to smooth her hair from her face. “I’m rather tired. It has been a very long day, has it not?”
It was like having icy river water dumped on her from a sound sleep. Her stomach lurched. “I beg your pardon. I shall…” She made to get up, and found herself locked in place when Gideon flattened his palm on her chest.
