Page 84 of Wild Lily
“Your fears are groundless, my dear.” He tipped up her chin. “Let me kiss you.”
And so he did. With gentle lips, he pressed his mouth to hers. He went slowly, tasting her soft mouth and arching her up against him in a crush. She clutched his shoulder as he trailed his tongue down the cord of her throat and nuzzled aside her wrapper. With a tug, he brushed it to the floor.
She clamped her thighs together, hot and wanting, needing so much more.
He swept her up in his arms and strode to the oversize chair beside his bed. He curled her on his lap, and rested her in his embrace. He sent one large hand over the swell of her breast, warm and commanding over the silk of her gown.
She gasped in pleasure, her eyes drifting closed while a violent urge grew molten in her core. She recalled his hands on her in the coach, the thundering sensation he elicited from her and she starved to have it again from him. Surrendering to that storm inside her, she looped an arm around his shoulders and rose to claim his mouth in a torrid kiss. He responded, spark for flame, groaning.
She couldn’t bear any more and pushed away, then jumped from his arms.
“Don’t go,” he pleaded, confusion lining his brow, bereft.
She shook her head. “No, that’s not what I want.”
He frowned. “What then?”
The silk negligee she’d chosen was nigh unto transparent. She knew it. Had chosen it for that very reason. Brazen. He’d call her that.
“Dear heart,” he whispered as he stared at her, his eyes hot, magnetically drawn down her body and back up to her face. “You are exquisite.”
She swallowed harshly.
“And if you stand like that any longer, darling, you’ll catch your death of cold.”
Her lower lip trembled. “I always have cold feet and hands in winter.”
He couldn’t seem to keep his eyes on her face. “I could warm you if you like.”
“I like.” She affirmed that with a nod.
He narrowed his eyes at her and the seduction she saw there robbed her of breath. “Come here.”
She couldn’t bear to wait any longer. All this talk was reassuring, but only so far. And then she was left hungry, ravenous for his hands on her and his lips and his teeth…
She crossed her arms and in one swift move, reached down, grabbed the silken stuff into her hands and whipped it over her head. She let it slip from her fingertips to pool upon the floor.
The expression on Julian’s face became a blend of reverence and salacious delight that she swore she must imprint on her mind for the day she died.
“Lily,” he breathed and got to his feet to catch in his arms and stride to his bed. There, tenderly, he laid her down and slid beside her. “I’m amazed at you.”
Her eyes stung with embarrassment. But the rest of her wanted whatever he had to give. “Pleased too I hope?”
He put the flat of his palm to the bare skin of her stomach and caressed her, back and forth. “Very much so. I think too it’s time I pleased you.”
He cupped one of her breasts, his gaze voracious as he studied her and circled her nipple with two deft fingers.
“Ohhh,” she moaned, coiling.
“You’re very responsive, darling. I touch you and you melt.” He shaped her areola into a turgid point and she squeezed shut her eyes.
She writhed and he hooked one leg over hers, pinning her to the soft linens. Grabbing his hair, she looked into his eyes. “There’s more you did weeks ago in the salon.”
“Ah, yes. This?” He sucked her nipple into his mouth.
And she whimpered.
“This too.” He trailed his hand down her torso to stroke her thighs and cup her there. Gently, he pressed one finger inside to caress her deeply. Then he added another. His strokes were sure and slow.
