“I’ll never look at my chair the same again without picturing you here. Now. Like this.” He nipped her lips and kissed her fiercely. She allowed herself the freedom to kiss him back and was rewarded when he sucked her plump bottom lip into his mouth. Desire coursed through her.
He swiftly stood and lifted her out of the chair, then sat and placed her on his lap.
“Oh!” she cried out, clutching his neck.
“I can touch you more this way.”
With only her thin nightgown and his clothing, she could feel him beneath her. He was hot. She never realized how hot he could be.
His lips touched her nape. Overcome by sensations, any protest died on her lips. His lips caressed her cheek to the lobe of her ear, soft and sensitive. He licked and nipped and she shivered. All the while, his hands explored the soft lines of her waist, her hips. She turned to meet his kiss, and their mouths ravaged each other’s. Why couldn’t she stop kissing him?
Then his hand touched her breast through the thin cotton, and she nearly swooned. The rosy peaks grew to pebble hardness as his thumb circled her nipple. She gasped as pleasure hummed through her veins.
He tugged the garment low and one breast was revealed to his dark gaze. Cool evening air caressed her skin. “Lovely,” he murmured.
Then he lowered his head and suckled her bare nipple. Threads of fire ran from the tip of her captured breast and plunged downward into her belly, then moved even lower. Instinctively, her body arched toward him. She wanted his attention on her other breast, and he obliged by sliding the gown off her shoulders, down her arms, until she was bare to the waist. He lavished his attention on both breasts, and her fingers slid into his thick hair. For the first time, she understood the devastating pull of attraction of a skilled lover.
This is not something she could fight, not something she wanted to. She knew then that she would be with him tonight. Tomorrow would be another day. But here…now…she did not want to resist him. She wanted to experience all of him.
Her need grew and she shifted on his lap.
He groaned and held her hips still. “Stop, love. I won’t be able to control myself.”
She experienced a thrill that she could make him lose control. A sense of power.
His fingers trailed up her leg until they reached the triangle of hair that shielded her womanhood. He touched her, his fingers skillfully exploring her intimate folds as he kissed her. All the while his other hand cupped her breast, teased her nipple. He was everywhere at once. Overwhelming…magnificent…and she had no doubt he could fulfill the mounting need spiraling inside her.
Then he touched her there.
She moaned in surprise.
“Ah, love. You’re wet for me.”
She looked down at him as her body awakened to what she so desperately wanted him to give her. She lay limp in his lap, her legs dangling over the side of the chair as he played and toyed with her body until she was quivering in need.
He dipped a finger inside her, then ran his thumb across her slick folds. Her head fell back, and she gave in to the intense pleasure. Her body felt as if it was half ice and half flame. He kissed her taut nipples as she panted and reached higher and higher, then she peaked and the pleasure was pure and explosive.
She cracked open her eyes to find him staring at her, a look of intense male satisfaction on his face.
“I’ve wanted to touch you like this from the first moment I saw you.”
Truly?
“Tell me you want me, Grace.”
“What?”
“Tell me,” he said. “I need to hear you say it. That you want me to touch you. To make love to you. I would never force you, but you have to say it. Here. Now.”
Deep in the recesses of her mind, she knew what he was asking. He wanted her complete capitulation, her consent. Even satiated, she wanted more. She wanted him. This was much more than just a physical pull, but an emotional one, creating a yearning so strong and deep she was powerless to resist him. She was honest enough to acknowledge her desire. She wanted to become one, to be with him. To finally experience the man who had captivated her the first time she’d seen him. As soon as she gave herself permission, her body and heart melted into him in sweet surrender.
“Yes, Ian. I want you.”
He groaned. “I will be gentle.”
She trusted him not to physically hurt her. In that, her faith had never wavered.
He stood, lifted her garment over her head, and tossed it to the carpet. His sharp intake of breath made her conscious. Candlelight flickered over her naked body. She’d never been so exposed to another. He’d run a den of iniquity for a decade. Surely, he’d been with other women. How would she compare?
“You’re perfect.”
Her heart turned over in her chest. She felt perfect. At this moment. For him.
She would not think of tomorrow.
He was quick to shed his cravat and waistcoat. When he reached to pull his shirt over his head and toss it on the carpet, revealing a long, sinewed chest, all muscles and hollows, her breath stalled. He was superbly built. He reminded her of a marble statue of a Greek God she’d seen in a museum.
She watched, breathing through parted lips, as his fingers went to the falls of his trousers. His fingers worked the buttons, one at a time, then pulled the trousers low on his hips, then removed them entirely. His cock sprang free, bold and forceful, from a nest of black hair.
Sweet Lord.
She licked her suddenly dry lips. “Oh. I had no idea.”
“Touch me.”
She wanted to, desperately wanted to, but she didn’t know if she could. “Show me how.”
His hand covered hers, and she was fascinated by the heat and length and softness. He was long, thick, and hard, but the smooth crown was velvet soft. His deep-seated groan encouraged her, and she ran her finger down the length, then twirled it across the head.
“My God, Grace,” he hissed.
“You’re very big. I don’t know if we can fit together.”
His laugh was hoarse. “We can.”
He picked her up and carried her from the desk to the sofa across from one of the mahogany bookshelves and gently lowered her. The soft velvet felt decadent against her skin. She raised her arms and Ian joined her. She gasped at the feel of skin against skin. When his fingers trailed down her stomach to touch her most private center, her eye lids fluttered closed. The sensations were overwhelming, drawing her to him.
He kissed his way down her body and stopped at her navel. “One day, I want to kiss you here.”
Could a man do that to a woman? Could she do that to him?
He rose above her and she felt his hardness pressing at her woman’s center. She wanted him, wanted this. He eased in an inch, and she marveled at the fullness. She arched up.
“Easy.”
Easy? She didn’t want easy. Her body was crying out for fulfillment.
“I don’t want to hurt you too much your first time.”
He moved slowly, entering her with steady, deepening thrusts. All the while he watched her, his face fierce with desire and restraint. Her body softened as it became accustomed to the fullness. She didn’t think she’d ever be able to take all of him.
“God, you feel so good…so tight,” he said.
His words heightened her pleasure, and she arched her hips toward him.
“That’s it, sweet. Take me deeper.” Then he plunged forward until he was fully imbedded inside her. The pain was sharp and burning and she gasped.