Bride for a Night(143)

“Oh, indeed,” he growled, his arms tightening as he tumbled her onto the bunk, his large body following downward to press her into the soft mattress.

Her hands lifted to his shoulders, barely capable of thinking as the damp heat of his body branded through her sheer nightgown.

“You are wet,” she murmured.

“And now so are you,” he teased, nipping at the lobe of her ear before allowing his tongue to trace a path to the base of her throat. Her breath caught as he nuzzled lower, giving a sharp tug on the nightgown to rip the material and expose her body to his searching lips. “Allow me to be of assistance.”

“Really, Gabriel,” she protested, even as she shivered in growing pleasure. “There is no need to ruin my nightgown.”

“I will buy you another.”

He shifted to watch the movement of his slender hand as it glided over the full curve of her breast, his thumb teasing the sensitive tip of her nipple before moving down the soft curve of her waist. He smiled as her breath quickened, his hand stroking over her hip, and then with a gentle tug he parted her legs to brush his fingers up the bare skin of her thigh.

She had to swallow twice before she could speak. The excitement in her lower belly spread through her body like wildfire. Not that she desired to complain, but it was making it increasingly difficult to concentrate upon anything beyond his hand that moved ever higher.

“Would it not be more sensible to simply allow me to remove the garment?”

“Perhaps it would be more sensible, but it would not be nearly so enjoyable.”

Lowering his head, Gabriel captured her lips in a kiss that demanded utter surrender. At the same time his clever fingers found the aching spot between her legs. Her hips jerked upward as he parted her to seek the slick dampness within.

“Dear lord,” she breathed in shock.

“Do you like that?” he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered closed as he pressed a finger into her moist channel, his thumb easily discovering that magical point of pleasure. “Yes.”

He groaned softly, his head lowering to press his mouth against the pulse that pounded a wild tempo at the base of her throat.

“I can feel your passion. Taste it on my lips.”

Talia struggled not to be swept beneath the dark, blissful tide of her rising desire. It was all happening so fast, but she could not seem to gather the will to stop the delicious assault.

Then, accepting that she was battling the inevitable, she sighed softly and allowed her hands to explore the hard planes of his chest.

He gave a low hiss of pleasure, his mouth skimming down to the curve of her lush breast before tugging her hardened nipple between his lips.

Talia’s toes curled in delight as he gently suckled her nipple while his finger continued to stroke between her legs with that swift, delectable pace.

Her hands slid around to discover the broad width of his back. She could spend hours just savoring the feel of his warm, satin skin beneath her hands.

For the first time in her entire life she was not Silas Dobson’s painfully shy daughter. Or the awkward debutante who was an endless source of amusement throughout society.

She was a woman who was capable of inspiring the deepest passions of her husband.

Glorying in the delicious sense of confidence, she arched her hips upward as the pleasure began to swell toward the looming pinnacle.

“I need you. I need to be within you.” He lifted his head, the silver eyes filled with a yearning that made Talia’s heart squeeze in the oddest manner. “Are you prepared?”

She shivered at his expression of undisguised hunger. Was there anything more thrilling than this man’s fierce desire?