Page 83 of Too Wanton to Wed
“And supine?” he asked innocently.
She nipped at his lower lip. “If you’re lucky.”
He shucked his breeches in seconds, and stretched out on his side beside her. Her smile warmed his soul. Angling her head for a kiss, he cradled her face with one hand, using his other arm to bring their naked bodies closer together. He loved the feel of her breasts pressed against him; the tight little nipples deliciously hard against his chest. He loved having her in his arms, period.
He skimmed his free hand over the curve of her hip and the dip of her stomach to cup one of her full breasts. He teased the taut nipple with his fingertips, alternately caressing and tugging gently until his kisses were met with little gasps of air. Tonight had been beautiful. He wanted the next few hours to be even more perfect.
He eased one of his legs between her knees, parting her thighs. He reminded himself to go slowly. Violet was no stranger to brutishness. He preferred to show her what it meant to make love.
Still cradling her face to claim her with kisses, he released the erect nipple and slid his hand between them to cup her cleft. Slick heat met his fingers. Although she moaned in anticipation, he did not immediately give her what she expected. Instead, he rolled his fingers lightly over her entrance, teasing her clitoris and tantalizing her with the desire for penetration. He wanted her to want him more than she’d ever dreamed possible.
When he slid the very tip of one finger inside, she arched into his touch, driving him deeper even as she gasped. His lungs stopped as their gazes caught. She grabbed his upper arm and hooked her leg over his thigh, tilting her hips for a deeper angle. Slowly, suggestively, irresistibly, she began to ride his finger with her half-lidded eyes open and her gaze locked to his.
He did not need to make the night perfect. It was already perfect.
Heart racing, he slid his wet fingers from her core to his cock, stroking its length and reveling in the sensation of her dampness upon his shaft. He angled the tip, intending to go slow, but she tightened her leg around his hips and forced him all the way inside. She felt like heaven. He would never let her go. As he began to thrust, he brought both hands to her face and kissed her deeply.
When his shallow breaths began to come far too quickly, he rolled onto his back and allowed her to set the pace. Tonight was not about him... or even about her. Tonight was aboutthem.
With her thighs on either side of his ribs and her hands digging into his shoulders, she rose and fell upon his shaft, slowly gaining speed and rhythm. He grinned up at her. The sauciness in her answering smile curled his toes. Her delight in the physicality of their relationship made it all the more special.
No—it madeVioletall the more special. Her past made her who she was, and brought her right here to his arms. He craned upward to lick one of her breasts. She leaned forward slightly, allowing him to suckle one nipple and toy with the other. He loved the feel of their bodies, the scent of her skin. She gripped his hair as her muscles began to clench around his cock.
His breath as ragged and uneven as hers, he held her waist with his hands, lifting his hips and driving her harder and harder until she cried out and slumped forward against him. Pleased beyond all reckoning, he lifted her chin with one finger and leaned upward to kiss her.
When her fingers made their way into his hair and her body began to writhe against him once more, he turned her around so that she was nestled in his arms with their naked bodies spooned together on their sides. He parted her thighs and leaned slightly away in order to guide his stiff cock between her legs from behind. He held her tight as he made love.
She arched, simultaneously deepening the penetration and thrusting forward her jutting nipples. His pulse raced. Increasing his rhythm, he lightly squeezed her breasts and tugged gently at her erect nipples. Every sigh, every gasp, swelled his cock as he drove deeper and deeper. He was about a breath away from release, and he hoped he could make her join him.
Still pressing open-mouthed kisses against her bare shoulder and the back of her neck, he lowered his hand from her nipples, across her stomach, to the juncture between her thighs where the tips of his fingers could just touch the slippery wetness of his shaft as it disappeared within her. With his lips still pressed to her back, he slid his fingertips up to her clitoris, circling, teasing, toying, as he drove his cock inside her again and again.
She was his, and he was hers.
When her legs tightened and began to tremble, he increased the pressure, pleasuring her with his fingers as he buried himself within her. She sucked in a sharp breath, her muscles convulsing around his shaft even as he spilled his seed. He shuddered in ecstasy. When their climaxes finally ceased, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, until they both drifted into sleep.
He awoke in the wee hours of the morning. Violet was still snuggled against him. He was careful not to wake her, choosing instead to contentedly gaze upon her sleeping face and hold her close. Shewasan angel. He would never cease thanking the Lord above for sending her into his life. He could scarcely wait to make their union official.
He forced himself out of bed before the maids could stumble across them during morning rounds. He intended to spend the rest of his life with Violet. The others would find out only after she said yes. His skin tingled with nerves. He certainlyhopedshe’d say yes!
He dressed quietly and pressed a soft kiss to her hair before slipping out the door. Since dawn was only just breaking, perhaps he would plant a rosebush where the stone had stood. Or lilies.
While he was out there, this time he would clip flowers for both his women. And think up the most romantic method possible for proposing to Violet.
He intended to do the honorable thing by her—which, happily, perfectly corresponded with what his heart wished to do anyway. Tonight, he would present himself as the lovesick fool he truly was. She had suffered more than enough disappointments in life.
He needed to do this right.
Chapter 35
Violet was disappointed but unsurprised to discover Alistair gone when she awoke. She’d expected him to return to his chambers before a servant stumbled in on them.
She was astounded, however, when she realized she had slept through the night without a single nightmare.
Buoyant, she hauled herself out of bed and padded over to the small clock. Early, yet. The maids wouldn’t even have started their morning rounds.
After getting dressed and taming her hair, she still had plenty of time to slip outside and select a flower for her hair before breakfast. As she suspected Alistair would likely join her, she wanted to look her best and thought a little accent might be just the thing.
Still euphoric over the previous night, she sailed through the front door and into the morning sun. She was just making her way toward the back lawn when Roper appeared from around the corner.
