Mr. Hunt, I Presume (Playful Brides, #10.5)(27)

When at last they were both naked—him unashamed, his gaze hungrily skimming every inch of her, and Erienne shivering with part shyness, part delight and trepidation—he drew her down onto the mattress, where they could gaze at each other in wonder and revel in the feel of each other’s naked skin.

“You’re beautiful.” She traced a trembling finger along the fine musculature of his chest.

He chuckled. “I believe that’s what I’m supposed to say to you.” His gaze darkened as it flickered down her body. “You are, by the way, beyond beautiful.”

He lowered himself atop her. His dark head moved to her nipple, and he bit it gently and let his tongue toy with it before sucking it into the sweet heat of his mouth. She moaned and arched her back. “Collin,” she whispered.

When she was squirming with delight, he shifted his attention lower, a slow, sinful trajectory, pausing at her belly to shower kisses on the tender skin and dip his tongue into her navel, which seemed as explicit an act as any Erienne had shared with him before tonight.

Until Collin’s mouth found the aching place between her legs.

She stared down at him in a haze of lust, not entirely certain what he was doing, only that it involved his lips, his tongue … and she never wanted him to stop.

His soft hair brushed her inner thighs as he gently nudged and probed with his tongue to find that perfect spot. When she let out a gasp, she felt him smile against her flesh, and then his insistent tongue wreaked havoc on her senses, the building pleasure sending her body to seek and follow the hot touch of his mouth.

“You taste so sweet, Erienne,” he breathed against her skin.

She sank her fingers into his hair, her thighs tensing on either side of his head. She was mindless. Her head thrashed fitfully against the pillow, her legs straining more with each relentless stroke of his tongue.

Erienne had squeezed her eyes closed, grasping at every wild sensation, but her lashes lifted the instant she felt the slow slide of his finger inside her—first a tentative probing, and then, gradually, a sinuous rhythm, in and out, gliding against her wetness. Never did his tongue falter in its own dance on her, and suddenly the pleasure was too great, and her consciousness took flight in a riot of swirls and colors as her body shuddered beneath his sensual assault, utterly separate from her will.

When she came back to herself again, Collin’s hand was tenderly stroking her hair, his lips whispering against her ear things she never thought she’d hear him say again. Things about how much he cherished and wanted her, how much he’d missed her, and how badly he wanted to bury himself inside her.

He’d given her indescribable pleasure twice now, some kind of otherworldly miracle she hadn’t even known her body was capable of experiencing. But she wasn’t doing this solely for herself. He’d also been denied the sensual union they’d both wanted all these years.

She smiled and a surge of feminine power seized her as she leaned up on one elbow and pressed him back against the mattress. Then she slowly moved atop him, never breaking contact with his hot gaze. To her surprise, he capitulated, stretching his arms above his head, giving himself over to her completely. She kissed him deeply, enough to draw the breath from him. Then she moved down his body, the same path of delight and promise as he had hers, showering kisses on his taut abdomen until she reached the apex of his thighs. His long, hard manhood stood out from the dark hair there. She wrapped her fist around it just as she’d done at the creek.

He groaned and closed his eyes. “Erienne.”

She felt drunk with the power her touch had over him. They’d never been like this before. Naked, carefree, able to do whatever they wanted to each other, however they wanted to do it. She intended to take full advantage of this freedom.

She lowered herself until her mouth hovered over his member. Then her tongue darted out to lick the tip. His big, strong body shuddered. She smiled to herself.

She touched her tongue to the tip again, but this time, she slid her mouth over it too, sucked a little, and instantly realized she’d discovered something astonishing and perhaps primal. His body gave a wild buck and shiver, a helpless sound rumbling in his throat.

Which had to mean that he’d liked it.

“Tell me what to do to you, Collin,” she whispered fervently, letting his hot, hard flesh slip from her lips to slide along her cheek. “Tell me what you want.”





*



Collin flicked open his eyes and stared down at Erienne. He’d never felt such overwhelming desire. His dreams had never been this good. Erienne was in bed with him, nude and wanting him. No one would stop them. She’d asked him to show her what he wanted. That was a dream come true.

He didn’t trust himself to speak, so he merely took her hand and folded her fingers around his cock. Those cool, smooth, graceful fingers. Their touch nearly set him off like an untried lad. He swallowed and refocused, then guided her touch into a gentle slide, up and down.

Erienne caught on quickly, and soon his guiding hand fell away to clench itself into a fist at his side, his entire body poised on the edge of a climax, controlled only by his will to revel in having her and this moment.

And all the while, she watched her own ministrations in wide-eyed wonder, a smile of joy and marvel on her lips, as though finally awakened to the intimate gifts she could offer.

When his breath tore in ragged pants from his throat and his hips were pushing to meet every downward slip of her hand, he grabbed her fingers and pulled them away. But she’d already learned what he liked, and she quickly swept in to substitute her mouth, sucking him, resuming the devastating caress of a moment before with her lips, tongue, and even the slight graze of her teeth.