Seven Nights Of Sin: Seven Sensuous Stories by Bestselling Historical Romance Authors(11)

“I noticed.” He moved his fingers, those deep inside her, once more and new ribbons of excitement danced along every nerve.

“Oooh. There’s more?”

He grinned. “Most definitely more. Are you ready to come out of the water?”

She pouted. “No. I want to do that again.”

“You’re starting to wrinkle.” He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers which were, in point of fact, a little wrinkly. “Besides, we can do this again…in the bed.” His voice cracked a little.

“Oh, all right.” She huffed a sigh and lifted herself from the water. He was there with a towel and, after taking a minute to study her form, he wrapped her in it and lifted her against his chest.

She curled her arms around his neck and nestled her nose there. Unable to resist his scent, she licked him and then nibbled.

He almost tripped.





CHAPTER FIVE


WHAT ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH had he been thinking, promising to take it slow?

Oh certainly, she had been perfection in her passion. He had enjoyed watching and teasing her very much.

But his cock was stiff as a pike and aching beyond bearing.

He wanted nothing more than to toss her on the bed and take her. Savagely.

He knew he could not. Should he become a rutting beast at this point, it would ruin all he had done before to reassure her. And, even though he had prepared her for his entry, if he were mad with lust, he could not ensure she would not still feel pain.

He was rather large and she was a tiny thing. He’d noticed how tight she was when he’d breached her maidenhead. Oh, yeah. He’d noticed. It had nearly killed him, feeling the manic clenches of her body on him, her feral passion. Her responses…each and every one of them.

Yes, he was close to losing control, but he could not. He not only needed to make this wonderful for her, he wanted to.

He’d expected this to be a one-time seduction. One night, doing her a favor by relieving her of her chastity while gaining some measure of satisfaction by denying her brother the betrothal he sought.

But one night didn’t seem like enough anymore.

Maybe he would keep her for longer.

Yes. That was an excellent idea.

He glanced down at her lovely face, glowing with contentment, and he kissed her. He couldn’t not.

And, as he had come to expect, her response was immediate and warm. She threaded her fingers in his hair and held him tightly as she returned his passion kiss by kiss.

Gently, he laid her on the bed and eased down beside her, running his hand over her silken skin and reveling in the touch, the form of her.

“You are beautiful,” he whispered, as he bent his head to sup on a nipple. He loved the way it swelled, incited him, and he toyed with it with his tongue. He tasted her everywhere, in fact, or nearly so, nibbling on her neck, her belly, her breasts, enjoying her response—even when she fisted her fingers in his hair and cursed him.

At this, he lifted his head and grinned. “You are a demanding wench,” he said.

“And you are a selfish lover.”

He lurched back. “I am not.”

“You keep things to yourself.”

“Such as?”

She gestured to his breeches, which were still fastened, though rather snug.

“I was saving that for last.”

“Hardly fair.”

“Trust me, dearest. Once that beast is unleashed, it will all be over far too soon.”

“Will it?” Her eyes danced.

“You have me aroused beyond sanity.”

“Well, I think I should be able to explore it, just as you explored me.” She batted her lashes. “It seems only fair.”

It was not fair in the slightest. “Darling, if you so much as blow on me at this point, I am undone.”

There was no reason for her eyes to brighten, for her to coo, “Oooh. I want to see you undone.”

He should have said nothing.

But it was too late. His enthusiastic partner, who was not selfish in the slightest, dove for the fastening of his breeches, opened it and stared.

It was, he had to admit, a magnificent sight. His cock was hard and thick and angry.

She reached out a finger, and though he dreaded her touch, he allowed it.

But then, he’d had no idea how heinous she was.

She began to do to him exactly what he had done to her in the bath. Teasing the tip, circling the engorged head and exploring him at length until his toes curled.

At the moment, he was unsure exactly who was getting revenge of any sort.

He had to grab her hand, holding it in—what he hoped was—a gentle cuff.

“Tildy. You’re driving me mad.”

She tipped her head to the side. “Mad enough to beg?”

He narrowed his eyes and growled at her, though it was a playful offering. Well, sort of. “It doesn’t take much for you to make me beg, so don’t torment me.”

“Does this torment you?”

Egads. She wriggled free and gave him a squeeze.

“Tildy.” Surely his warning glare was enough to make it clear to her that he was near the end of his tether.

It was not.

“Why is it so hard?”

“Tildy…”

“And what is this?” She traced the vein throbbing along his length. “And why is it wet? Can I taste it?”