But as her lips dipped to explore the taut skin of his belly and his earthy scent flooded her senses, she couldn’t banish the outrageous images. Until she could no longer resist their urging.
This was her last night with him. She meant to test the boundaries of sin. “Lean back,” she said in a throaty voice.
To her surprise, he immediately complied, supporting himself on his elbows and straightening his legs so he was spread before her like a feast. A feast she intended to devour. She blushed at the thought.
She crawled over him until she straddled his legs. He sprang impressively free of the opening in his breeches, vivid testimony to how he wanted her. His unwavering attention fixed on her and the ghost of a smile tilted his mouth. His eyes glinted deep gold through the lowered fringe of eyelashes.
Her heart lurched with sorrow that she must leave him. The lacerating awareness that she’d never have this chance again gave her the nerve to bend her head and kiss the engorged tip of his sex.
He jerked as the wet warmth of her mouth encircled him. Then he wrenched away. “Jesus!”
“Don’t you like it?”
The question he’d asked her repeatedly since they’d become lovers. She crouched over his lap and studied him. Strangely, she wasn’t nervous any more.
“Grace, it’s…” He fought to put words together. His throat worked as he swallowed.
She took shameless advantage of his bewilderment to lower her head again and lick his length. He tasted musky and damp. He tasted of sex. She shivered to realize he must taste of her. Piercing need tugged at her womb.
She licked him again. He arched and groaned but didn’t move away. She obeyed the clamor of her instincts and took him fully into her mouth.
He was large. And hot and
silky against her tongue.
He’d often committed this intimacy on her willing body. It was his turn now. He trembled and cried out at the touch of her lips. A surge of feminine power rocketed through her. This strong, magnificent man was completely at her mercy.
Experimentally, she sucked. He strangled a curse and buried his hands in her hair, urging her on. She increased the pressure and squeezed the base of his sex with a relentless rhythm. Then her seeking fingers cupped his testicles.
“God, I love you,” he groaned. His hands fisted against her scalp. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
Tenderly, carefully, she ravished him with her mouth. Listened to each groan, each shattered inhalation of breath. Felt him quiver. Waited for his control to break.
This was the most decadent act she’d ever committed. Yet she felt almost innocent. His love surrounded her, purified all sin, made the world glitter.
She loved him. How she loved him.
He reached down to drag her up by the arms. She knew from his throbbing tension that he was close, so close. She licked her lips. She’d never forget the taste of him.
His hands shaking with urgency, he positioned her over him then sighed with pleasure as she sank down. She closed her eyes, luxuriating in how he filled her.
Not just her body but her heart.
With a sureness that was now second nature, she moved on him. She basked in the stunned pleasure that flooded his face every time she took him inside her.
With one ruthless movement, he ripped aside the green silk of her bodice. She gasped when her breasts spilled free to the cool air. Her nipples pebbled, not just with cold but with excitement.
“Beautiful,” he said with satisfaction.
He caressed her, weighing her breasts in his hands, testing the sensitive areolas. He brushed the hard tips with his fingers. Then took her more firmly, tugging and rolling until she shivered with need. Each minuscule change in pressure shot searing heat to her loins, made her tighten around him. He curved up and placed his mouth on her breast while the other hand continued to torment.
She loved the way he enjoyed her. Before Matthew, her body had just carried her through the day. Now every inch was imprinted with pleasure her lover gave her. Pleasure she gave him.
“Now,” he growled and thrust up hard.
Their bodies were so in tune that rapture hit simultaneously.
She cried out his name as brilliance streaked through her. Waves of ecstasy buffeted her, sent her reeling. Only a tiny pinhole of light shone in the dark turbulence.