Page 37 of Stolen By the Rogue
George swore as they entered the parlor. The mattress was still propped up against the wall, their bed not made. He set Jane on her feet. “Stay there.”
He was all manly man in his rough way of speaking to her, and she loved it. She could only hope he was just as demanding of her body.
As George set about getting the mattress ready, Jane flicked open the top button of her gown. He growled. “Don’t you dare touch another button or hook.”
George’s barbarian antics of carrying her had already heated Jane’s blood; his words just added fuel to the fire.
After setting the mattress on the floor and tossing the blankets at one end, George closed the distance between them. Jane lifted her gaze and met his as George towered seductively over her. His whole presence oozed lust and barely controlled desire.
“George?”
“Yes.”
“Strip me naked and take your pleasure.” Her declaration was meant to match his, to show that she was no wilting flower he should treat with virginal reverence. She wanted George, and all that he could give. Yet when his fingers touched her cheek, it was with a tenderness and care that made Jane shiver.
“I’ve never been with a woman just to sate my own needs. It has always been with the clear understanding of mutual satisfaction. I want to be more than that with you, to create a real connection.”
Her heart gave a little skip.
“If you are willing, I would have us become lovers,” he added.
“Yes.”
A warm, tender kiss sealed their agreement.
George loosened the rest of Jane’s buttons, then lifted her gown over her head and dropped it to the floor. As he worked the laces of her stays free, he stopped every so often to place a soft, light kiss in the crook of her neck. Jane closed her eyes and sighed. This was heaven.
It seemed an eternity since she had last felt like a woman, been treated as such. Not Miss Scott the governess or J. Scott the antiquities expert—just Jane. A flesh-and-blood woman wanted by a man purely for being just her.
He nipped his teeth against the side of her neck and Jane’s core pulsed. The small sting of pain stirred her desires from their slumber. “George,” she murmured.
He pulled back and met her gaze. “Tell me if you don’t want me touching you that way. I want to know all that you do and don’t like.”
She reached for the placket of his trousers, giving him a sultry smile as the top fastening came free. “I would rather we show one another.”
As the second button loosened, his hardened cock sprang forward against the fabric. Jane brushed the front of his falls aside and took George firmly in hand, giving a hard squeeze. His groan was all the encouragement she needed.
Long strokes of his member had him placing his hand on her shoulder and his breath coming in short rasps. It was wonderful to have this sort of power over a man once more, to know she had him captive.
“Jane. You will be the death of me if you keep that up,” he murmured.
He stole her lips with a long, deep kiss. Tongues tangled together as they bit and kissed each other’s mouths with ever-increasing urgency.
When he took a hold of her wrist and ceased her strokes, George panted, “I want you. I need you. We have to be rid of our clothes.”
In under a minute the rest of their garments had joined Jane’s gown on the floor.
Naked, she lay on the mattress, welcoming George with open arms as he kicked the last of his boots off and joined her.
They picked up where they had left off with deep, passionate kisses. Jane spread her thighs wide to accommodate George as he settled between her legs.
He broke the kiss, only to then blaze a trail of scorching nips and bites down her neck and all the way to one nipple. Her back arched off the mattress as George sucked the peaked bud into his mouth and drew hard on it.
“Oh!” she moaned, her fingers spearing into his hair.
If he was anything like she thought he might be, George would want to take this first time slow. But burning need had already built to fever pitch within her. The last thing she wanted was slow and easy.
“Take me now. I need you inside me. Please, George,” she begged.
