Page 58 of Sweet Siren
Chapter 13
“Now,"he whispered to her as he cupped her face, "we're here. You're mine. And before I take all these clothes from you, I need to kiss you oncemore."
"Why is that?" She spoke on his lips, her body lush and limp against the length of hisown.
"Because I need to feel all of you. Soft as butter in my hands." He stroked her throat, her shoulders. "I want youmelting."
Her eyes drifted closed. Her mouth fell open. "I've been a puddle of impatience since you first looked atme."
He laughed, but nothing was funny about the hard points of her nipples against his thumbs. Or the way she rubbed one leg up his and hooked it around his thigh. "I've wanted my hands on you, all overyou—"
"No time," she whispered on a moan, circling her arms around his waist. "Now, now. I've waited toolong."
So have I."But rushing you would be acrime."
She ground her teeth. "Cursedman."
Chuckling, he cupped her shoulders and turned her to the wall. "I hate buttons," he said as he dispensed with hers. Her gown slid to thefloor.
"And tabs." He tore open the one at her petticoat and as it pooled at her feet, he worked at the ties. "I vote that women discard bustles anddrawers."
"And corsets?" she asked laughing at she whirled to facehim.
In the rays from the street lamplights, he admired her perfect skin, elegant shoulders, her rounded breasts…her naked hips and long lean thighs. He gulped, frantic, a boy with his firstlover.
She was attired only in her frilly white corset, her nude femininity covered in a froth of auburn hair, and the long suspenders from her corset that held up her fine white stockings. He swallowed the lump in his throat at how damn curvaceous she was. How he was going to love every inch ofher.
He set to work on the ties that bound up her breasts while she unhooked her garters. When he peeled the corset away, all air left his chest. Her breasts—round firm healthy orbs—were the loveliest he'd ever seen. Her nipples, too, were lovely, large, hard pink nubs. He put his palms up, but his hands shook. He checked hereyes.
She considered him, her lips open, her gaze yearning, her back to the wall, her hands flat against the plaster. "Do you likeme?"
"Like?" He wasn't sure that was his voice. "A weak word, 'like'."
She tipped her head, sweet andsultry.
He stepped to her, stroking her arms, her hands, her bare belly, her sleek hip. He was so eager, he might fail to love her as slowly as shemerited.
"I'm going to be a dead man soon. Just looking at you stops myheart."
Her mouth formed an O and she murmured hisname.
But he couldn't move, couldn't help himself. He stared at her. He'd look at her until he was an old man, who was, because of her, horny as the devil. She was so luscious, a curvy woman with those fabulous breasts. He was going to lick them, suck them and cry in joy. Those round hips. He was going to caress them, mold them to his own and live for minutes after as a satyr. But her mound, her curly red hair. He was going to pet her, part her folds, lave her, suck her into his mouth and submerge himself in all she was. He was going to love her in the flesh because—oh, Killian Hanniford, you crazy scoundrel—he lovedher.
For that, he had no words yet. But soon, he'd tell her. And for now, there was just this. "I hope I can do youjustice."
She writhed back against the wall with a feline confidence that seemed new, borne just for him. "I don't doubt it. But really, darling, you musthurry."
He snorted, put his hands over her marvelous breasts and bent to bless each nipple with a tender kiss. "The last thing we need isspeed."
She hung lax and dolorous in his arms. "If you don't hurry, I may dissolve righthere."
He chuckled. "No, you won't. You want my mouth on you here." He drew one nipple into his mouth, bit her, and then sucked the other one in, and teased her with histongue.
"You want my hands on you here," he said and stroked down her ribs and around her buttocks to lift her and press her to his ragingerection.
She swallowed hard and loud, as she dug her nails into hisshoulders.
"And here," he gruffed as he sent his flat palm down her belly to the wealth of her hair, "you want my fingers." He parted her lips where she was soaked. "You want my praise for how well you show you want me." He sank his fingers inside her to caress her silken inner walls. As she mewled, he kissed her ear. "My darling, you need me and I amyours."
