Page 32 of Awakening a Lord's Desires
His mouth moved hot from her jaw down her neck, and his hands moved to her waist again. “May I touch more of you?” he asked, so kindly and so gently, and she nodded.
“But there can be no… conjoining,” she said for lack of a better word, and her cheeks flushed pink when she heard his soft chuckle.
“Do not worry, Caroline. I would never do such a thing without being precisely clear that was what you wanted. And,” he added with a smile, “I would not tup a woman in a garden when her father is just inside.”
She smiled back at him, her hands reaching up to hold his shoulders. “Then you may touch more of me if you like.”
“Good.” His hands lowered, and he began to lift her skirts.
Caroline gasped, but she trusted him. Her hands did a little exploration of their own, sliding over the broad expanse of his shoulders before they lowered to move across his strong chest and stomach, but with one hand, he stopped her.
“This is about your pleasure, my dear. If you keep touching me, I fear that I will become far too distracted.”
She nodded, not quite understanding, but she returned her hands to his shoulders. He, in turn, continued to lift her skirts, and then, slowly, he pushed his hand beneath them.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, trembling with anticipation.
“I want to feel you, here,” he replied softly, pressing against that sacred space between her legs, a place that had never been touched in such a way.
With another gasp, she rose up on her feet, surprised at the sudden rush of intense pleasure that sent shockwaves through her entire body.
“You are wet; that is good,” he said, leaning down to kiss her again.
As he kissed her, his tongue once more exploring her mouth, his fingers began to do the same to her there. Fingertips began to slide through her wet folds, and then they started to circle, slowly at first, but then with more expediency, and Caroline pulled away, hearing her breath coming in small, eager pants.
“Charles,” she whispered, wanting something more but not sure exactly what.
“What do you need, my love?” he asked, slipping one finger inside of her, eliciting a near groan from her lips.
“This,” she said, closing her eyes and letting her head sink back as his finger pressed deep before pulling out again. He then added another, and Caroline sunk even deeper into bliss as his movements expertly drew out pleasure from her body.
In seconds, the pleasure built into a frenzy. Her body tensed, her breathing increased, and then, just when it broke over her, Charles fit his mouth to hers to capture her scream of ecstasy. His fingers kept moving hard and fast, drawing out her climax until the end.
When she stilled, feeling limp, he removed his hands and placed a gentle kiss upon her lips.
“I think you have put a spell on me, Miss Turner,” she heard through her haze.
Chapter 32
Charles’ entire body was humming as he helped to straighten her skirts and make sure that Caroline was well. She seemed in a daze, and her lovely lips were swollen from his kiss. Touching her had been like touching heaven itself. Never again would he need another woman to warm his bed. She was the only one he wanted, in more ways than one.
He took her hands and kissed them one by one. “Are you all right, Caroline?”
“Yes,” she said eventually, adjusting her bodice to cover herself again. “But I’m afraid I don’t quite know what to say just yet. I feel as though I am lost among the stars.”
He laughed. “You are giving me far too much confidence, but I thank you.” He kissed her fingers again. “Now that I know you are not being courted, I wanted to make sure you knew that I was terribly jealous of Lord Fitzroy, and I have been able to think of little else these past days.”
“Oh?” she asked, slowly coming back to herself again. “I do not know what gave you the impression that he and I were courting, but I am glad you know the truth now.”
“So am I. For I wanted to tell you, Caroline, that I have never met anyone like you. You are sunshine itself, and I feel like a better man when we are together. I hoped that you might allow me to see more of you.”
He waited with bated breath as his words sunk in. Her eyes searched his, and then a smile crossed her lips.
“Yes, I would like that very much. You would be welcome to call upon me at any time. I am very glad you have decided to come to the countryside in Kent at long last.”
“As am I.” Charles couldn’t believe the happiness that filled his heart.
He felt almost like a child again who had been given the very thing he’d wanted for so long. He did not feel yet worthy of it, and it terrified him greatly, but it was what he wanted. He could feel it in his marrow: this was right.
