Every Time We Kiss

“You will not tell anyone.”

Before she could argue with him again, he lowered his lips to hers. Gently, he kissed her full lips, before moving to her salty cheeks. He wanted to comfort her, ease her pain and guilt. Kissing her tears away, he felt her shudder.

He was only kissing her to comfort her, he told himself. Make her feel better for the pain she’d caused him. Yet, the more her tongue touched his, the more he could care less about comforting her.

He wanted to feel her quiver under him in ecstasy as she reached her climax. He wanted to touch her small breasts, feel them, and suckle them until she gasped. Moving his lips back to hers, he pulled her against his bare chest. Her body molded to his as if made just for him.

Jennette moved her tongue against his as her need for comfort changed into so much more—desire. Yearning to feel his hard muscles on top of her, she skimmed her hands up his bare arms. His muscles tensed as she reached his shoulders and finally draped her arms around his bare neck. Arching her back, she sought comfort and passion from the one man she’d never expected to want her.

She shouldn’t want this from him. But she did. He was the only man who could absolve her guilt, lessen the pain she constantly fought.

She wanted to feel his muscles under her fingertips. She wanted to taste him. Trailing her lips across his cheek, she needed so much more than just kisses.

Taking control back, he blazed his hot lips down to her neck.

“Jennette,” he murmured against her neck. “This is madness.”

“Yes,” she whispered as her head leaned against the door. “Good madness.”

“Bloody beautiful madness.”

His hands moved to her hair and the pins that held it up dropped to the floor in a symphony of pinging tones. She couldn’t take her gaze off his eyes. Usually a light gray, his eyes turned a darker shade as passion ruled his emotions.

They stared at each other for a long moment. He was giving her a chance to leave, she thought. Again, being the honorable man. But her feet wouldn’t move. Her mouth would not let her speak the words to make him stop because she didn’t want to stop.

Just once, her mind pleaded, and then you’ll know what it’s like.

His lips returned to hers, this time hardened with desire, not soft with comfort. She eagerly accepted his rougher kisses. As her tongue reached for his, molten heat spread from her mouth to her belly. The strangest sensations radiated from her stomach, lower to her womb. Unconsciously, her hips moved closer to him, closer to his heat.

When his hand skimmed down her back, he pressed her nearer and she felt the hardness of his erection. His fingers worked on the few tiny buttons on her gown.

“I want to see you wearing nothing,” he whispered as he slid her gown down. “Nothing but your beautiful hair covering parts of your body.”

Jennette bit down on her lip as she watched him drink in her body. Far from naked, she still wore her stays, petticoats, shift, draws, shoes, and stockings. But seeing the look in his eyes, she felt as if she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on her body.

“Turn around, Jennette.”

A little nervous tremor raced down her spine but she did as he requested. She felt his fingers work to unlace her stays. He kissed her shoulder while he loosened and finally removed them.

He pushed her hair away and his lips spread warmth across her back. A little shudder shook her body when he untied her petticoats and let them drop to the floor on top of her gown. He was right when he said this was madness. Facing the door, she closed her eyes as he brought her shift and her drawers over her hips.

Oh God, she stood there wearing nothing but her embroidered stocking and dancing shoes. She peeked back to see his lips tilt upward in a feral smile. He skimmed his fingers over the roundness of her bottom. Crouching down, he then removed her garters and her stockings fell to her ankles.

He picked up her foot, removed her shoe, and slowly traced his finger down from her thigh to her foot, removing the stockings as he went. His lips replaced his finger, warm, wet kisses trailed up her leg. He nipped the back of her calf as he moved upward.

“You have the most beautiful long legs,” he whispered against the back of her knee. His hands slid from her thighs down to her ankles. “I want to feel them wrapped around my hips.”

“Yes,” she moaned softly. The urge to wrap herself around him was too great to ignore. She’d wanted this for so long. Tonight, she would have him all to herself.

“Soon,” he replied, moving the last shred of clothing on her body. He repeated the motion of removing her other stocking and kissing her leg. Only this time, he didn’t stop at her thigh.

She groaned as his lips blazed a fiery heat up her buttocks. As his lips kissed her behind, his hands cupped her breasts. Her head rolled back as he rubbed his thumb over her taut nipple sending a rush of moist heat to her core.

Slowly, he brought his hands down her belly and lower until his fingers brushed through her private hair. No man had ever touched her there. But it felt so right when he did. Spreading her folds apart, she shivered as his fin

gers crossed over her sensitive nub.

“You’re so ready for me,” he said as he slipped a finger deep inside her.