Page 34 of Lord Carlisle's Enticing Lure
He gasped.
She smiled to herself. She was not shy, had not been since her husband had made her parade her bare skin before him. But this, with this man, was so different. He gazed upon her nakedness not as prurient display, but in his soft gray desire stood a reverence that took her breath away.
He unbuttoned his frockcoat and waistcoat and shrugged out of them, allowing them to grace the floor, no time, no need to pick them up.
His shirt came over his head. Suddenly it was her turn to gasp. Her turn to admire. Her turn to kiss the wealth before her. His clavicle. His breastbone. His nipple. The crisp hair that began on his chest and wended down beneath his breeches.
His hands were atop hers, unbuttoning, pushing away what separated them. He toed off his shoes and sat her on the bed. Naked save for his socks, he removed her slippers. With care, he undid her garters and slid down her stockings.
In a moment, he opened wide her legs and looked at the junction of her thighs. His fingers he wrapped around her ankles, slid them up her calves to part her aching folds and lace his fingers in her nether hair. “Giselle. You are so lovely.”
She arched, giving him wider access. Her pulse racing, her body wet and needy.
He was so reverent, tears rose to her eyes. But this was no occasion for sadness. It was a time for earthy smiles and sighs.
She sank back on the bed, one elbow to the mattress, one hand leading him to cover her.
He was hot, heavy and so gentle, a kiss made of sunlight and midnight desire, a caress of wind and fire. She had never imagined a man could be so indescribably sweet in bed.
He dragged her up beneath him and spread her out, her arms wide, his long legs between her own. He dipped his head to inhale the lavender scent she’d put in her hair. Then he kissed her shoulder, the hollow of her throat, and the center between her breasts. He laved her nipple, sucking her to a point and letting her go to admire his handiwork. Grinning, he put his lips around it again and sucked her up so slowly, so powerfully, that she groaned at his ardor.
Between her thighs, she felt his hardened cock. He nestled himself against her hungry lips and probed for the center of her. He was all flame and power as he took himself in hand and painted her wet folds with his tip as if he rendered her his art, he the master artist, she his canvas.
Yearning to blossom in the color and form he saw, she bucked up. “More,” she told him, as she had on the balcony. “Much more.”
Her eyes closed in the ecstasy he produced, she thrashed her head as he separated her flesh and stroked her to wild readiness. “Please,” she urged him when she could take no more without him.
And he, good man, obliged her. He took himself in hand and, with excruciating slowness, sank bit by bit into the fullness of her.
“Ohh,” was all she could say as she lay quite still, not daring to move for the brilliance that blinded her.
“I know,” he gritted out, nipping her ear. “You are delicious, my darling.”
She grinned at him. “Not half as wonderful as you, my dear man.”
“Let’s test that, shall we?”
She dug her nails into the smooth, taut skin of his back. “Start now. I need you.”
The essence of his loving was a blur of thrust and parry, a bliss of ravishing sweetness that rocked her. He took her mouth as he took her body in bold, long strokes, endlessly, in mindless madness. And when he touched a certain part of her with his fingers, she exploded with delight. Her pulsing result sang through her, and his loud, long groanof climax was her finest reward.
She lay there, panting, as he rolled to his side.
He turned her to him and brushed the tendrils of hair from her lips. “You are spectacular, my darling.”
“I did so little.”
He cupped her cheek and had her look at him. “You wanted me, and I you.” He took her lips in a sultry kiss. “That is the charm.”
“I’ve never had that.”
He used his thumb to outline her lips. “Your husband did not take care with you.”
“Not like you.” She stared at him and told the truth. “Not like this. I have never felt so…”
“Wanted.”
“Filled. Complete.”
