Page 45 of Lady Fiona's Tall, Dark Folly
She couldn't tell him the full of it. Not here. Tomorrow. Or the next day, before she went home to Bath and he traveled on to his own home...and his family. His family who might know why her father added their name to—
"Fee?" He shifted and sank between her thighs. The rigid evidence of his need of her pressed against her. Her desire for him swelled and she rocked upwards to imply her readiness to have him inside her. In the shadows of the room, he peered at her with desperation in his eyes. "Sweetheart?"
"Old ghosts," she told him, hoping he might accept that. But fearing his demands, she caressed his chest and found the buttons to his falls.
He clamped a hand over hers. With one shake of his head, he told her to stop.
He pushed up and stood. In seconds, he lifted his arms and yanked off his shirt. In another few, he pushed down his trousers and small clothes. And oh my. He was perfection.
His shoulders had seemed broad to her. In layers of shirt and waistcoat and frock coat, with elaborate stock, he'd impressed her as fit, well-formed. But in the bath of candlelight, he was brawny, his chest tapered to his waist, his arms roped with cords of muscle. She shivered with expectation, her body wet with the hot gush of heavy desire.
He leaned over her, her gaze defining the Grecian glory that was to be her husband, her man. He had a slim waist and hips, his groin dark and his manhood thick and bold as he headed toward her. With the devil in his eyes, he hauled her up and rolled her over. "If you think to have all the fun here, my lady, you are so wrong."
He went to work on her laces. But groaning over them, he fumbled. "I hate these. No more laces for you. Not within two feet of me, may you wear them ever again!"
She laughed into the mattress, her cries muffled by the bedding.
"What did you say?" he asked her as he peeled her sleeves down her arms and went to work on her corset.
"I'll gladly throw my gowns away."
"These corsets too!" He rolled her around and straddled her. The fierce look of the predator on a man's face did not, for the first time in her life, scare her to death. At once, he ran his hands down the hooks, slid the stiff thing from her and threw it to the floor where it landed with a plop.
"Now!" His pale eyes glowed in the dark as he ran his gaze and his talented hands over the swell of her breasts. "These are superb!"
She hooted in laughter and in shyness, tried to roll aside.
"Oh, no!" He covered her breasts with his warm palms and massaged her. "Lovely orbs. Mine to taste, don't you think?"
She swallowed loudly and of their own accord, her hips rose up to invite his attentions.
"That's yes, I'd say." And he hovered over her, his eyes wide with wonder as he circled her nipples with deft fingertips and teased her and stroked her and pinched her until he took one into his wet mouth. He sucked it inside him, growling in delight.
Her mouth fell open. She tingled at his touch, then burned for more. She grabbed to hold him. But her arms fell to her sides...and her nails dug into the covers.
"Oh, my darling, you are so soft," he murmured as he took her other breast into his mouth and laved her.
She undulated on the bed.
"Yes," he crooned. "I love the taste of you. The feel of you."
She whimpered and snatched at his skin.
He lifted her and tugged at her gown, pulling it beneath her, and much like her other garments, sending them to the floor with a ping. He ran one questing hand down her ribs and hips and then between her thighs. His lips on her ear, he said, "Oh, yes, you do want me."
Suddenly, his fingers were inside her, stretching her, stroking her. She rose up, taut as a bow.
"You'll drive me mad," she groaned.
"Good for the goose," he chuckled. "Good for the gander." With his knees, he spread her thighs wider and found with his fingertips one sensitive spot that made her jerk upward with a moan. "You need me. As I need you."
He played with her flesh, merciless in his petting and stroking. While he toyed with one nipple and rolled it to a hard peak, he sank to the other and nipped her. With a cry, she begged him for more.
"This," he said, his lips to her ear, "may hurt. But you must tell me to stop."
He put the tip of his penis to her folds and probed, then spread her thighs wider. She cupped his buttocks and pressed him near and when she did, he sank inside her with an ease that shocked her.
"Oh, you are...we are..."
