“Don’t worry, my sweet, I am merely dressing—or should I say undressing—for the occasion.” He made quick work of his clothes, and they landed in a pile on the floor.
Bridget was mesmerized by his member, swollen and moving, as he climbed next to her on the bed. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her down so they were lying face-to-face. “Almost from the time we first met, I can’t remember a minute when I didn’t want you. You have been wreaking havoc with my s
enses for weeks.”
The power she felt at having this man, this arrogant, overbearing lord—a known rake with quite the reputation with the ladies—admit he’d wanted her for so long was a heady feeling, indeed. Before she could comment on his remark, he took her mouth, demanding complete surrender, taking back the power she’d just felt.
Curiosity had her moving her hand down his muscled chest, past the curly hair below his belly, to the object of her interest. She wrapped her hand around his member and squeezed, eliciting a slight moan from Cam. Her thumb circled the slit at the top of it and encountered a slick substance.
Before she could ask him about it, his own fingers had found their way down to her woman’s core, where he circled and teased the swollen flesh there. Oh my, such wonderful feelings. Yes, this was quite pleasurable and very different from what she’d seen animals do.
Cam was kissing her again as his finger slid into her opening. First one finger, then two. “You’re so warm and tight.”
“Is that good?” she panted.
“Oh yes, sweetheart. Very, very good.” He continued his ministrations until she began to feel restless, as if she were climbing a hill and struggling to reach the top.
“Relax, don’t tense up,” Cam mumbled as he pulled her closer and tugged on her earlobe with his teeth. His warm breath tickled her skin, but all her attention was focused on where his fingers circled and pressed, bringing her somewhere wonderful.
He slid down her body and took her breast in his warm mouth, suckling hard. Within seconds an explosion ripped through her body, rocking her, causing her to stop breathing as the most wonderful feeling in the world swept over her, from her head to her curling toes.
“Cam!” She squeezed her legs together and pressed hard against his hand as the ripples continued, and then slowly stopped. Her muscles relaxed and all her bones melted. She didn’t think she could walk if someone screamed “fire.”
Turning her head, her eyes slowly opened to see Cam next to her, his head resting on his propped-up hand. He reached out and ran his fingers down her cheek.
“Is there more?”
His smile brought back some of the feelings she’d just experienced. “Only if you want it.”
Chapter Twenty
Cam held his breath as Bridget studied him.
“Yes. I want to experience the entire thing.”
He swooped in and reclaimed her lips, crushing her warm, soft body against his. It was past the time to admit he’d been fighting this strong attraction for weeks. As improper as it was, he desired his ward like no other woman.
Compared to the young ladies thrust in his pathway since he’d walked into his first ton ballroom, Bridget was a diamond among lumps of coal. Her fire, passion, caring, and desire to assist helpless women set her apart from her peers in a remarkable way.
Now she was here, in his arms, offering herself to him, a humbling moment. He loved the mewing sounds she made as he touched her body in places he knew would bring her the greatest pleasure. Her soft moans, hitching breath, and the slight scent of flowers that belonged only to her ravaged his senses.
His ministrations brought her back to readiness for his entry. He rolled onto her, nudging her knees with his until she was open and ready. “Sweetheart, this might hurt for a few seconds, but after that no more pain, I assure you.”
His cock nudged her opening and slid right into her warm moistness.
He stopped.
No barrier.
He drew back and regarded her, but she seemed oblivious to his discovery. Not the best time to address her lack of virginity, so he continued on, pushing unpleasant thoughts to the back of his mind, soon lost in the pleasure of her body. It took a great deal of effort to hold himself back, and eventually he gave in and with one final thrust, growled her name as he poured himself into her.
The scent of their bodies and the sound of their panting filled the room. Still disturbed with the realization of her lack of virtue, he moved to her side and pulled her close. Had there been a man she’d loved dearly, who, after taking her innocence, had left her?
Had all the fire and spirit he’d seen in her been directed at more than one man? His heart continued to pound in his chest, but this time from anger. He’d been trying to find a husband for her, and all this time she didn’t have the required virginity to make a suitable match. He snorted. Either the man she’d given herself to was an idiot, or she was one fine actress to pretend she didn’t know if there was anything more to their lovemaking.
No wonder she claimed to have no interest in marriage. Unable to hold in his ire any longer, he turned to her. “Who was he?”
She shifted so she could see his face, a warm smile gracing her plump-from-his-kisses lips. “Who was who?”