Where to Woo a Bawdy Baron (Romancing the Rake 3)

She fisted her hands into his hair, wanting to beg but unable to find the words. Chris understood anyway and used his tongue to apply pressure exactly where she craved.

“Beautiful Bianca,” he murmured against her flesh, even as her need made her twist one of her hands into the blankets, her head thrashing back and forth. She wasn’t certain she could stand much more.

“Chris,” she begged and then her pleasure broke. Crying out, she looked down at him knowing that she would never love anyone else the way she loved him.

Chapter Sixteen

Chris looked up at her, desire and love pulsing through every nerve in his body. He kissed up her belly, pushing her chemise up and over her head. Never had a woman captured his attention so completely; he was sure he could spend hours kissing her like this.

Bianca slid her hands down to the small of his back, urging him up higher until his lips were level with hers.

He kissed her again, his bare chest pressing to hers, the feel of his skin only deepening his need. Bianca tugged at the falls of his breeches, and he groaned into her mouth. “Love, I’ve only got so much control.”

She giggled even as she finally got the falls undone and pushed the fabric down over his hips. “Control? Why?”

The tip of his manhood landed in the soft folds of her most intimate area and he shuddered, need pulsing through him. Even the small movement made the tip sink in between her folds and Chris squeezed his eyes shut. He wanted to wait until they were married but she was so warm and willing underneath him that he pressed a bit further into her channel.

His mind was a hazy mix of pleasure and yearning. Bianca pressed closer, whispering in his ear. “I want to be yours, Chris.”

Those words pushed him over some invisible edge and he thrust into her, burying himself deep inside her even as she stiffened and gave a tiny cry of protest.

“Are you all right?” he asked, kissing her again. His body cried for more, but his heart and his head held him still.

She gave a tentative nod even as he peppered her face with kisses. “I’ll be fine. I just need a moment.”

Brushing her hair back, he kissed her forehead. “Take all the time you need.”

Slowly, she relaxed under him, her fingers brushing up and down his back until finally she nodded into his shoulder. “I’m ready.”

He eased back out and then back in, testing her body to see how she was adjusting. Her channel was decidedly tight but she didn’t cringe in pain. “Is that okay, my love?”

“Yes,” she breathed against his neck. “Much better.”

That was all he needed to hear, his own passion overwhelming him. He’d never experienced such emotion in lovemaking and the words to tell her how much this meant failed him. But his body said it for him. He held her close, their hearts beating together faster and faster until his need finally broke.

He cried out her name, her body fitted to his. Chris never wanted to be anywhere else.

“Chris,” she said, stroking back his hair. “Are you all right?”

“I’m wonderful,” he answered, rolling onto his side and taking her with him. “Bianca, thank you for being with me. For being mine. Now that I have you…” He took a deep breath. “Say that you’ll be mine forever.”

“I love you,” she gently rubbed her nose against his. “I’ll love you forever.”

He gave her a ghost of a smile. “I just have one more question then.”

“What is it?” She leaned back, looking into his eyes.

“Does marrying you mean that I’ll have to act out a Shakespeare play?”

She pressed her lips together, her eyebrows rising. “I’m afraid it might.”

He grimaced. “And if I stutter?”

She brushed back his hair. “My family will love you for who you are, Chris. Juliet is a giant pain in the rear and we still love her.”

He chuckled at that. “I’ve never had a family before. Not a real one anyhow.”

She laced her arms about his neck. “Welcome.” Then she giggled. “You will alternately love it and hate it.”