An Affair So Right (Rebel Hearts #4)(34)

She stroked him with the assurance he needed tonight. With skill and enthusiasm for the task of bringing him fully erect. He’d never been one to be led into dalliance, but she had a point. He couldn’t think clearly with Theodora Dalton’s tiny hand sliding over his skin. He wanted oblivion very much tonight.

As his trousers slid past his hips, he caught the first button on Theodora’s gown and undid it. He undid each button slowly, pausing to touch every new piece of skin revealed. Although he had briefly imagined Theodora in this manner when she’d propositioned him, he’d never honestly expected to take her to his bed. But if he had, he couldn’t imagine a better beginning than this. He’d made her no promises, not for money or jewels, not even for tomorrow morning.

She expected nothing from him but kindness and passion.

He dropped his lips to her shoulder and tasted her skin for the first time as he pulled the ribbons of her corset undone. Her skin was sweet and soft and warm, and very, very available. A soft little moan fell from her lips, and brought a smile to his. He cupped her breasts after her shift was tossed away and let himself feel nothing but desire.

Theodora made that very easy. She leaned into his touch, even while caressing him. She traced his chest, sliding her fingers over his muscles, teasing her fingers into his chest hair. She had taken her lip between her teeth, and her fascination with his body caused him to thicken even more.

He kissed her. He had too.

He had been captivated by her clever mouth since the moment they’d met.

Theodora wound her arms around his neck as he pulled her close against his body, and they fit together as naturally as water sliding over the hull of his ship. He loved the way she moved without a trace of awareness or awkwardness—as if they were the only two people in the world and nothing else mattered but pleasing him and herself.

He lifted her off the floor and hugged her tightly. A small squeal left her lips as his fingers lightly grazed the side of her breast.

He chuckled softly. “You are so…”

“So?”

“Provocative.” He palmed her breast again, but more firmly this time. “I think that is the most unexpected thing about you.”

He kissed her again, hungrily and deeply, stroking his tongue into her mouth without restraint. Memories of Adele were pushed aside in the rush of pleasure of having Theodora Dalton in his arms.

He lowered her feet to the ground so he could frame her face with his hands. Holding her head still did not mean Theodora was in any way passive. She teased his balls, stroked his erection firmly a few times, only to stop suddenly before beginning again.

She drove him wild until he ached to be inside her, until he shook with something far better than his anger.

Quinn shoved the plate aside and eased Theodora onto the foot of the bed. As her legs parted, he ducked his head between and took a long, slow lick of her sex. Her soft whimper of pleasure was music to his ears, so he did it again. This he knew and trusted to be real. Theodora was intoxicating and very wet. There was no chance she could fake the excitement he found and tasted.

He buried his head and feasted while Theodora shuddered and gasped, pressing up toward his lips every time he retreated for air and his sanity. He was on fire for her bold passion, torn between the need to delay to ensure her pleasure was found, and the desire to possess her for his own to forget the day and night that had passed.

He covered her with his body, beguiled by her soft curves and warm, grasping hands. He braced himself above her and slowly lowered his face to steal another kiss from her sweet lips.

A shiver raced through him at the contact of their mouths. Theodora hummed, as she did while she worked, and the tune stuck in his mind firmly and couldn’t be expunged. The tune goaded him on, caused him to decide that next time he could go slower. Tonight, he wanted like he never had before.

He cradled Theodora against him and carried her up the length of the bed. When she was settled with her head upon his pillows, he held her head between his hands gently as their passion rose, tongues danced and bodies aligned. With Theodora’s fingers tracing down his spine and grasping his bottom, he knew too soon where their adventure would lead them.

Theodora was too impatient to demand less than everything he could give.

He drew back, climbed off the bed and shoved his trousers off his legs, and then returned to Theodora’s waiting arms.

She said nothing, but sought more kisses immediately and held him close as he moved into position again between her widened legs. He delayed a moment, pausing to kiss her thoroughly until she writhed beneath him.

As her legs wound around his back to pull him in, he thrust forward carefully, entering her gently but determined to lose himself, for them both to become lost in a sexual daze of passion and completion, before the night turned into a new day.

Her breath shuddered past her lips as they moved against one another, grinding together silently in his bed. He pinned her arms to the mattress and thrust harder, causing her to moan aloud finally. Her back arched and her eyes fluttered shut. Quinn watched her every move, spellbound by her excitement.

Her lashes fluttered, and her eyes opened slowly. “Quinn,” she whispered, at last using his given name. A slow smile formed on her lips. “You are a good-looking man. Simply gorgeous to behold…but this is a gift. My God,” she gasped, straining upward as he slowed his thrusts. “Don’t stop.”

“I’ve no intention of doing that, my dear.” Her praise of his looks thrilled him, as did the hunger in her eyes and words. She was about to come, and he dared not change a single thing about his technique. Her mouth opened, eyes widened as she convulsed wildly but in utter silence beneath him.