Page 79 of The Lyon Returns
Nibbling the tip of her finger, she shook her head once.
Satisfaction reverberated through him. He feathered kisses over her satiny flesh, making his way to one hard nipple. He brushed his lips over the peak as his fingers found its twin and mimicked the action.
He watched her eyes drift shut and her lips part, the sound of her shuddering breaths fodder for the fire blazing within him.
He sealed his lips over her nipple, drawing the bud into his mouth, his gentle suckling in direct opposition to the fierce need gripping him. His cock strained against his undergarments and the fly of his pantaloons, aching and desperate for release.
He moved to her other breast, laving his tongue over her sweet flesh before blowing on the damp trail.
“Gideon,” she choked, eyes still closed. Her body arched in a silent demand for more. “I…I never…” Her words died as he suckled harder. Then a low, building moan began in her throat, forcing him to rise up to swallow her cries with his kiss.
“Shh, darling,” he murmured against her lips and, unable to wait a moment longer, slipped his hand beneath her skirts.
Her blue eyes snapped open when his fingers skimmed up her outer thigh. He soothed her, smoothing his palm up, then down. Up,then down. Squeezing, then caressing. Her skin was supple and so very soft. God, he wanted her.
“Not like this?” he repeated, before slanting his mouth over hers and urging her lips apart with his tongue as his hand sought and found the curls guarding her secrets.
He nestled into her heat, groaning when his fingers encountered slick, plumped flesh. “Part your legs, sweetheart, just a little.”
“But…”
He lifted his head and met her eyes.
She gazed back at him, brows furrowed, eyes clearly dubious.
He would laugh if desire for her was not eating away his very soul. “Not like this?” This time the question came out a choked whisper.
She shook her head, then, ever so slightly, parted her thighs.
He worked one finger into her cleft in a gentle exploration. Locating the small sensitive bud, he circled it with his fingertip. She gasped at the tender caress and spread her thighs wider.
He could not contain the groan her sensual response provoked. His bluestocking wife was nearing the point of no return. He took her mouth, suckled her lips as his fingertips danced over her quivering flesh. Then he eased one finger into her tight, scalding channel and ran the pad of his thumb over her swollen nubbin in a relentless, steady, drive.
Her body went taut. Her breath came in short gasps. She was so very close.
Then, with a choked whimper, she reached for him, arms twining around his neck, body trembling. Her hips rocked, her back arched, and the dam of her release broke. She shuddered and gasped, pushing herself up against his hand in a violent climax that threatened to loose his own.
At the edge of his control, he eked every last ounce of pleasure from her, his lips never leaving hers, until she lay, boneless.
Only then did he notice the tremors coursing through him, like hewas a man burning with fever. Had he ever wanted a woman like this? No—not that he cared to analyze why at the present moment. He needed to be inside her.
He reached down, unbuttoning his fly. “Gwen, I…please.” Damn her for making him beg—not that he cared about that either. Not right now.
Sky-blue eyes, passion dazed, met his as her lips curved in a slight smile. “It’s all right. I know what comes next.”
With no idea what in the world she meant, he shoved his trousers to his hips and lifted himself onto the opposite bench, then wrapped his hands around her waist to lift her over the divide.
“Put your arms around me, sweetheart,” he urged in guttural tones, shoving her skirts up and out of the way as he lowered her.
“Like…this?” she asked, straddling him, then gasped as he anchored her hips and surged into her in one hard, deep thrust.
Then he froze, eyes pinched closed. Too good. She felt too good. He could not move a muscle as the overwhelming urge to come gripped him hard.No. Not yet.He needed more.Much more.
The barest touch of her cool fingers on his cheeks had him opening his eyes to find her unblinking gaze locked on him. Her fingertips traced his jaw, smoothed his hair. Then she brought her mouth to his. She kissed him so sweetly, so tenderly, everything inside him ached and he couldn’tnotmove in her. He lifted and lowered her, sinking himself into her, slowly at first. Then faster. Deeper.
Gwen’s breath began to hitch. Hands gripping his shoulders, eyes fluttering closed, lips parted, head lolling, she arched back. He feasted on the sight of her in the grip of passion, breasts bared and gown half undone as he sheathed himself in her heat. She was so beautiful. Her body, so tight. So hot.
All at once she choked out his name, eyelids slitting to half-mast, and as he watched, as his body knew from the sudden tautness of hers, another powerful release stormed through her. She clutched at him,her body writhing and quaking, pushing him to the brink of his limits—then past them.
