Page 66 of A Tempest of Desire
Returning his mouth to hers, she gave his tongue permission to plunge deeply and to map the gloriousconfines. He loved the taste of her. Loved the way her tongue boldly parried with his. Loved the way her hands glided over him—through his hair, over his shoulders, along his chest—hurriedly, slowly, hurriedly again as if greedy for a time and then relishing.
He desperately wanted to undo laces, buttons, and ribbons. But they would be at his residence soon enough and he didn’t want her struggling to hold herself together as they raced into his town house.
She tore her mouth from his and hungrily nibbled at his neck. “Oh, I have so longed for my mouth to heal so I could do this. You taste so good. Sweat, man, and... sandalwood, I think.”
Kneading her breasts, he chuckled darkly. “I have decided you should only wear my shirts. All these layers of fabric put too much material between my skin and yours. I could have my shirt off you before you could blink.”
“You should wear only your shirt. Your coat and waistcoat form unnecessary barriers to what I want to touch.”
“And my trousers?”
“Especially your trousers. You should never wear them.”
He took her lobe between his teeth and nipped. “I’ve missed you. No one challenges me as you do. The first time I saw you I was reminded of a lioness.”
“Last summer at the card table.”
“No, before that.”
She drew back and held his gaze. He’d drawnthe curtains and the lantern was lit. Her brow wrinkled. “Earlier that night.”
“No, about a couple of weeks before. I’d decided I wanted a mistress. I saw you with Hollingsworth and... even from a distance I decided you were rare. It wasn’t your beauty. It was the manner in which you projected such power. I knew you would never cower, never surrender—and then when you landed on my island and I discovered how you’d gotten there... I knew everything I’d assumed about you was correct. You would never be conquered. You need someone who will rule beside you.”
“What I need is another kiss.”
She grabbed his lapels, jerked him back to her, and blanketed his mouth with hers, taking the kiss so deep it touched his soul. He wondered if his words had embarrassed her or if she wasn’t quite certain what to make of them. She was no doubt accustomed to compliments on her beauty. How many men truly looked deeper than that?
She shifted her position and straddled him. Taking hold of her hips, he pressed her against his aching cock, needed her to know what she did to him. There was no aspect of his body that didn’t want her, no part of her that he didn’t want to lavish with devotion.
The carriage began to slow. Squeezing her hips, he stilled her, then slipped a finger beneath the curtain and peered out. “Thank God we’re here.”
Marlowe caught glimpses of his residence as they made their way through a front parlor, into ahallway, up the stairs, and straight to his bedchamber. She’d never known clothes could come off so quickly or that people could laugh like naughty children while removing them.
But everything changed once they climbed into the bed. Nothing that was happening between them was childlike. He obviously enjoyed kissing very much, because that was where he began, with her mouth. While his tongue plundered there, his fingers explored the sensitive area between her thighs. She was already so wet that he could slide right into her with no trouble whatsoever.
Instead he taunted and teased and taught her that there was so much more than rushing to completion. That even a frenzied journey need not be quick. He lavished sensations over her breasts, kissing, licking, suckling. Not just her nipples but every portion of them.
She’d never known how sensitive the underside could be.
While he worked his magic, she worked hers. Stroking the inside of his thighs, going a little higher with each caress, noting the tension building in him, the groans and growls going deeper and deeper, more feral. Until she cupped him and gently massaged.
And then higher, wrapping her hand around the sturdy length of him, with her thumb gathering the dew.
When she could take no more, she shoved him onto his back, straddled him, and guided him home, groaning low and deep.
She rocked against him, meeting his powerfulthrusts. He cupped her breasts, flicking his thumbs over the hardened nipples. Then he sat up and took one into his mouth, sucking hard.
“Oh, God.”
She was fairly bouncing, taking him deeper and deeper.
His arms came around her, holding her close, and he flipped them until she was on her back and his hips were pistoning. He laced his fingers through hers and carried her hands over her head, holding them there while he drove into her. She wrapped her legs around him, held him tightly.
When his mouth reclaimed hers, she captured his with equal fervor. All along, the sensations had been building and stretching out until there wasn’t a single aspect of her that didn’t feel touched, that wasn’t sparking.
She was writhing beneath him, crying out—
Soaring, on a wind so strong it delivered her to the heavens.
