Secrets of Seduction (Legendary Lovers 3)

With effort, she went still and gave control over to him. He watched her face as he pressed into her, possessing her by degrees in a slow controlled thrust until he was fully embedded within her. Her body welcomed him, enclosing him in slick, silken heat.

Bringing his fingers to the thickly beating pulse at her throat, he stroked her skin. Then he slid his hand around to the base of her spine, bringing her more tightly against him, her breasts molded against his chest, her pelvis flush with his.

Her softly expelled breath wafted across his lips, and he felt her shiver around him in satisfaction.

The same satisfaction gripped Hawk. Being inside her seemed so right.

His hands grasped her hips, guiding her, encouraging her to find a rhythm. She rode him slowly at first, clutching his flanks with her thighs. But she caught on quickly. After a time, she rose without his help, then sank down again, her gaze locked on his face, her hips rocking in a surging rhythm.

In response, Hawk clenched his jaw, disciplining himself so sternly that a tremor went through his limbs. She was so hot and tight around him, so astonishingly sensual, that he let out another faint groan. When she rose again, though, he stopped her and pulled her down hard, so that he was seated to the hilt.

The pleasure sharpened for them both. Her breath coming in soft pants, Skye dug her fingers into his shoulders and arched her back, undulating to take him even deeper.

Their urgency grew. Hawk’s pulse pounded wildly. Leaning closer, he kissed her again, devouring her mouth, taking all that she offered, catching the whimpers now coming from her throat.

The pleasure built between them, then spiraled out of control. Their bodies twisted feverishly together. She was liquid fire and he wanted to be burned.…

Her hands clenching spasmodically, she gripped him, clinging blindly. She was moaning aloud now. When he bucked, driving himself upward, Skye cried out and shattered above him, her spasms so intense Hawk felt them in every bone and sinew of his body.

A heartbeat later he followed, joining her in a wrenching climax as fierce and primitive as lightning. Sensation spiked and exploded inside him, jolting him in endless waves of pleasure.

His breathing harsh and ragged, Hawk sagged backward onto the mattress, drawing a weak, limp Skye with him. She melted over him, her face pressed into the curve of his neck, his lips against her hair, their skin dewed from their passion.

His heavy lethargy matched hers as that incredible, peaceful sensation once again washed over him. And as he lay there recovering, lightly stroking her naked back, his reflections were incoherent for the most part.

He had no regrets about making love to her fully, however; that much he knew. Skye had captured his senses, enchanting him with her vibrant warmth, firing his blood with her sensual heat.

And yet … as he spread his fingers over the curve of her buttocks, luxuriating in the feel of her, a vague thought teased at the back of his mind. When the quizzical notion finally occurred to him, Hawk opened his eyes and frowned up at the dark ceiling.

“You said your aunt gave you the sponges,” he said in a low voice. “When?”

“I don’t recall …” Skye answered, sounding puzzled by the question. “Some time ago.”

“Did you send for them after you arrived at my home?”

She hesitated. “No.”

“Then you brought them with you to Hawkhurst Castle.”

Again she delayed her reply, and when Skye finally answered, her voice seemed smaller, almost apologetic. “Yes, I brought them with me.”

Withdrawing his flaccid member from her body, Hawk eased Skye onto her side, then pushed up on one elbow so he could stare down at her. He wanted to see her face when he made his charge. “If so, I can only draw one conclusion, sweetheart.”

She looked wary, cautious. “And what is that?”

“You planned my seduction all along.”

She had known this moment would come. Skye studied Hawk in the silver light. His gaze was fixed intently on her face, but she couldn’t make out his expression. Fearing how he might take her revelations, she was not eager to confess, yet it was past time for honesty.

Skye drew a steadying breath. “Yes, I planned your seduction.”

His face closed and hardened. When she tried to reach up to touch Hawk’s cheek, his fingers closed around her wrist, trapping her palm against the wall of his chest.

“That first night … You feigned a nightmare to lure me to your bed?”

She shook her head. “No, not at all. My nightmares are very real. Storms tend to incite them, as does sleeping in a strange place, just as I told you. That first night when you came to my room, all I wanted was comfort. The fact that we made love … I did not plan it that way. It j

ust happened.”