Page 28 of Lady, Behave
“I did. Before I met you. Not since.”What good did my restraint do me?
“The very thing I wanted to hear.” He pulled her so divinely close, her nipples blossomed against his chest.
She wanted to melt against him. A swift glance told her others on the terrace had seemed to float inside. How many were left, she did not pause to count. His voice, his words, the very fragrance of his cologne wafted around her like a magic mist. She put a palm to his broad warm chest and felt his pounding heartbeat. He crushed her nearer, and she nestled her hips against his. She slid her arms around his shoulders. Pressed against him like this, she knew the length of his cock. Her body gushed with liquid heat, and she yearned to have him fill the empty caverns of her body.
“No one is left here but us, my darling woman.” He cupped her chin and raised her face to look at him. “This man would very much like to kiss you the way he’s yearned to do since he first saw you days ago. Don’t you yearn to kiss me, my darling?”
Enough of this blarney! She drove her hands up his shoulders and grabbed two handfuls of his downy hair. “Yes, for heaven’s sake! Kiss me.”
Now Addy had kissed…perhaps, five men. Flights to the moon? No, none were. But each was an education. Some men kissed like little birds, pecking at a girl’s mouth. Some dove in as if they were conquering heroes, but claimed her like a sword, heavy on the thrust and hard on the grasp. Other men kissed with wet lips or dry ones. As if they sampled fish. But Gyles’s opened a new world of exploration.
His lips seared hers, pressing hers open, invading her mouth with his smooth, fast tongue and sweeping away all she’d learned from others. This was no coy tasting of her lips. No dip into the cavern of her mouth. This was a lover’s claim, a slow enchantment of her reason and her decorum. Had she ever thought that a woman could be undone by a meeting of lips, she understood now how she could be driven witless. So as he drew away, her vision grew cloudy. Her heart pounded like a little bird’s. Her knees wobbled.
She stood, only with the help of his arms. “That was…spectacular.”
He was as breathless as she. “I want you. Like this. Against me. Part of me.”
His frank appeal undid her. She swept her palm down his massive ribs along his groin to cup his heavy length. “I could want you, too. Always. Like this.”
He groaned and rained kisses down her throat and along the bodice of her gown.
She arched up, straining to have more.
“Adelaide Devereaux,” he breathed and, with his teeth, took down her gown and sucked her aching nipple into his hot mouth. To be savored by him was paradise.
She gasped, stroking his iron-hard member. “I’ve never wanted any man as I want you.”
His answer came as he laved her nipple and took down the other side of her bodice to suckle her other breast. “You are so beautiful. Addy, I promise I could make you very happy.”
“Do it,” she pleaded. “Do it now.”
He complied as he lifted her, taking her to the shadows where he set her upon the stone balustrade. He stepped between her thighs and pushed up one side of her skirts. “Lovely woman.” He brushed his palm up her bare calf and her thigh to her pulsing center, where he set his fingers stroking her intimate flesh. “Open for me.”
She had no mind to refuse but let him in. He pressed two fingers to her pulsing lips and spread her open to the cool night air. His thumb pressed upon a sensitive spot, and the glory of it made her moan.
“That’s wonderful, my darling. I knew you’d be like this.”
As he slid two fingers inside her, and when her drenched body greeted his possession, he paused to smile at her with a devil’s victory.
She hailed his dominance as he caught her by the nape of her neck and held her to him as he stroked her once, twice, and ever so deeply once again. “I want only you, my sweet.”
“Prove it,” she begged for now, for always, for whatever that meant to him.
He bent to kneel upon the stone terrace and parted her skirts.
She wound her fingers into his thick silken curls and cravenly opened herself for him.
He groaned in approval, found her center, and kissed her as if he were tasting delicate offerings. At once, he parted her searing flesh wider and set his tongue to that same wild spot that had sent her careening into desperate abandon seconds ago.
“This is what I will give you every night,” he whispered, his voice raw with animal hunger. He licked her with a rough torrid tongue that sent her wild.
She whimpered.
“I know, sweetheart. You are so giving,” he said.
But he was the one who so generously gave her more ravishing kisses.
She needed everything of this bliss. “More,” she cried.
