Page 16 of A Very Roguish Boxing Day
She was unable to finish that thought, because in a swift motion, Tom laid her back upon the white silk counterpane and brought his lips down over her nipple.
Every thought in Gwen’s head promptly dissolved.It felt the way marzipan tasted, sinfully delicious and sweeter than anything had a right to be.
Tom removed his lips from her sensitive flesh long enough to say, “That’s it, Gwen.Let me hear you.”
Had she been making sounds?She supposed she must have been because she seemed to be making them right now—a shuddering groan when he flicked his tongue over her nipple.A strangled sob when he performed a swirl.
And when he closed his mouth around her and started to suck?She screamed her pleasure.She couldn’t have held it in if she tried.
“Tom,” she gasped, “that feelsso good!”
He glanced up at her, grinning.“I had an inkling that you liked it.”
He lowered his head, going back to his ministrations, and Gwen collapsed back on the bed, insensible with pleasure.
Some minutes later, she was distracted from her state of bliss by the rustling of fabric against her hips.Glancing up groggily, she watched as Tom pushed her shift down around her thighs, then reached a long arm down, pulling it off.
Gwen stiffened.She’d been so distracted by the pleasure he was drowning her in that she’d forgotten to feel self-conscious about her half-dressed state.But she found it was much more embarrassing exposing her lower half.Men liked an ample bosom, after all, and Tom had certainly appreciated hers.
But she realized with horror that he was now seeing her thighs, which could best be described as thick.Even worse, the skin on their backs was dimpled and puckered.And as for her stomach, it wassquishy.
She peered at his face, terrified.But strangely, Tom didn’t look displeased.He was running his big hands along her sides, and when he reached the flare of her hips, he gave a growl of what sounded like...approval?
“I’m sorry,” Gwendolyn gasped, her hands instinctively covering her groin.
Tom laughed, sounding incredulous.“You keep saying that.But you’ve nothing to be sorry about, love.Look at these curves!You’re beautifully formed, everything a man could want.”
She felt her cheeks heat.“Now you’re laying it on a little too thick.”
“I’m serious.Most women are too severe on themselves.You stand two inches from the mirror and pick out your every flaw.But us blokes are just excited to see a naked woman.Wenotice your good parts.And if you’re soft and lush and you smell nice?—”
“Do I smell nice?”Gwendolyn blurted.
“You do,” he said firmly.“You smell just like the honeybuns my mum used to make.And if you’re eager to have us in your bed?”He shook his head.“Makes us feel like the king of the world.”
Gwen started to argue, but he put a finger to her lips.“Nobuts.Here, I’ll show you.”
He peeled off his shirt and tossed it over the side of the bed.Now Gwen’s cheeks were really burning, but she couldn’t seem to look away.His chest was so… broad.Sohairy.And his stomach looked nothing like hers.It rippled with muscles, and below his navel, a dark trail of hair disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers.
He lay down next to her and scooped her into his arms, and anything resembling a coherent thought fled her brain.It feltso good, all his warm, firm skin pressed against hers.
Desperate sounds emerged from her throat, and she couldn’t seem to stop squirming against him.
Tom laughed.“See?This is what we like—a bird who’s responsive.”He snagged her wrists and brought them to his chest.“Go ahead.I know you want to touch.”
Indeed, she did, and now that her hands were on him, she seemed to have lost control over them.She proceeded to explore his arms, his chest, and his rock-hard stomach.Tom returned the favor, running his hands over every inch of her skin, from the tips of her fingers down to her bottom, which he gave an appreciative squeeze.Seizing her breasts again, he brought his lips to hers, and they proceeded to touch each other all over while their tongues tangled deliciously.
The pleasure took on a sharper edge.It still felt wonderful, but Gwendolyn had a sensation of needing something more.“Tom,” she gasped, “I…”
He started kissing his way down her neck.“Don’t worry, Gwen.I’ll take care of you.”
Her breath came in a hiss as he paused to kiss her breasts once again.“I… I need… I’m not even sure what I…”
He kissed the underside of a breast and continued his way down her stomach.“I’m sure.What you need, that is.”
“Thank goodness one of us…” She blanched as Tom pressed her thighs open.What was his face doing… all the way down there?
“Tom?What are you…?”
