“It would be unwise for me to be seen entering your room.”
Oblivious to the effect her undergarment was having on him, she placed her hands on her hips, drawing his attention to the dark shadow at the apex of her thighs. Unable to control his eager body, he threw back the sheets and jumped out of bed to stand in front of her.
Her eyes widened at the sight of his jutting manhood. “You’re naked,” she gasped.
“Obviously,” he grinned. “Isn’t that why you were peeking under the sheets?” He stepped closer and his hands settled on her waist. “As much as I find your chemise utterly enthralling,” he said, grasping the material and bunching at her hips. “I believe I would prefer to see it lying on the floor.” In one swift movement, he lifted the item up over her head and threw it over his shoulder.
She stood before him, wearing nothing but the finery of her birth – and how fine it was, he thought, as he took a moment to appreciate her creamy-white skin, her soft, round breasts, the delicate flare of her hips. Noticing her flushed complexion he raised his hand and cupped her cheek.
“You are beyond beautiful, Sophie,” he whispered. “But if you are not ready for this. If you do not wish …”
He noticed her finger t
remble when she placed it to his lips to silence him. “This is what I choose,” she said. Standing on the tips of her toes, she kissed him on the mouth in a slow, deliberate exploration that alluded to something deeper than physical desire.
“You cannot possibly know how much I want you,” he whispered, his body aching with need.
“Then perhaps you had better show me.”
Powerless to resist such an enticing invitation, he crushed her to his chest, felt her shudder as his throbbing erection pressed against her stomach. Her hands came around to rest on his back. The tentative touch of her fingers on his skin sent a shiver through his body, and he took her mouth in a desperate frenzy. Mere seconds later their kiss became a frantic mix of panting, breathless moans, and urgent hands scrambling over bare skin in a bid to find any place that would bring relief to the craving that consumed them.
He could not get enough of her.
The need to mate with her, the need to thrust himself inside her, engulfed him almost to the point of no return. Yet, somewhere in the depths of his mind he remembered she had never been with a man before and he did not want so hasty a coupling to dampen her passion for him. He wanted her to ache for him, to feel a hunger that could never be sated. So he drew upon years of practiced skill and tore his lips from hers.
“We should take it a little slower,” he panted.
She stared up at him, desire sparkling in her bright blue eyes.
“Come,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her down onto the bed. “Let me show you how much I want you.”
She went with him without saying a word. Her eyes locked with his in a look that spoke of longing, of lust and of something else — trust. The thought rocked him to his core. He would not disappoint her; she would never regret giving herself to him.
He lay on his side next to her, took a strand of ebony hair and let it fall gently through his fingers. As he leaned over her and placed a soft, tender kiss on her swollen lips, they parted on a sigh. He planted kisses along her jaw and down her neck, cupped her breast and traced around the pretty pink nipples until they hardened beneath his touch. Moving down, he took one in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the peak and she arched instinctively to meet him, her hands coming up around his neck, her fingers grasping his hair in an attempt to press herself more fully against his mouth.
It took every ounce of strength he could muster, not to bury himself inside her, there and then.
In a bid to prolong the moment, he let his fingers glide over her stomach, delving lower until he reached the dark, silken curls between her thighs. As his tongue flicked back and forth over her nipple, his fingers, in slow rhythmical movements, massaged the soft, damp flesh of her womanhood.
“Dane … I …” she panted.
Writhing in his arms, she moaned and panted, then she grasped his hair and guided him back up to her mouth. Their mouths met with a burst of unbridled passion, hot and wet, tangled tongues and guttural groans. Try as he might he could not slacken the raging fever coursing through his veins. Whenever he inhaled, he could smell her womanly scent; stimulating his senses, surrounding him, drawing him deeper and deeper into an abyss.
“I need to taste you,” he growled, breaking the kiss to move between her thighs.
“Dane,” she gasped.
The sound of his name falling from her lips, spurred him on. He did not give her a chance to protest, for his mouth found her with an urgency he could not control, and with the first circle and flick of his tongue she was writhing beneath him once again.
God, she was so sweet.
When she thrust her hips up to meet him, he quickened his pace. He devoured her, matching every soft whimper with a gentle suck and flick until her breath became ragged and she dug her nails into his shoulders, shuddering as she found her release.
The whole world shattered into a million sparkling pieces. Everything she knew, everything she thought, everything she felt had just been obliterated in a moment of overwhelming bliss.
Yet somehow it still was not enough.
She wanted more from him.