She hesitated, her cheeks flushing at his brazen command.
In the glass, she could see him smile. “We really must practice with great diligence to conquer your shyness.”
With trembling fingers she reached up to free the tiny buttons of her chemise. When she drew down the neckline, liberating the pale globes of her breasts, the rosy peaks were already budded tautly.
“Excellent,” he said lazily. “Now touch your nipples.”
“I…don’t…”
“Remember your vows, love. Did you not promise to honor and obey your husband?”
Feeling utterly shameless, Sabrina acceded to his demand, her fingers rising to close around her straining nipples. At once she shut her eyes at the tingling shafts of pleasure that arrowed through the sensitive buds.
“Perfect. Now hold that pose. Remain just as you are.”
Her eyes flew open as Niall moved away. He did not go far, though. Merely to the clothespress, where he drew off his waistcoat and shirt, exposing his heavily muscled chest.
She was smotheringly aware of his magnificent body, of the throbbing of her hot nipples beneath her fingers. Niall was offering a wild, reckless excitement, an exquisite promise of passion and fulfillment.
A promise she desperately wanted him to keep.
She stood rooted to the floor as casually he settled himself in the chair before the hearth. Then he looked at her, his gaze fired by a smoldering sensuality.
She was becoming more accustomed to his open expression of desire, but it startled her when he proceeded to unfasten the buttons of his close-fitting trews. In an instant his hard flesh sprang free, huge and rigid, from a nest of curling black hair.
The sight, so decadent, so sinful, held her shocked, rapt attention.
“Do you remember how I kissed you between your thighs, pet?” Niall asked, a heated quality in his voice that made her think of dark passion, spent and rekindled. “One day soon you will learn to take me in your mouth, to stroke me eagerly with your lips and tongue. But you are not ready yet for such pleasures. For now we will simply enjoy one another. Come…sit on my lap.”
He had to repeat the soft command before Sabrina could force her weak limbs to move. A wave of the most potent sense of anticipation she’d ever felt flooded through her as she approached him guardedly.
When she was near enough, he caught her hand and drew her down to sit sideways on his lap. Sabrina found herself captured in the light, protective circle of his arms.
“Don’t be afraid to be a woman, sweeting,” he murmured huskily.
“I am not afraid,” she lied. She felt his maleness rigid and hot against her thigh, felt the rippling sinews as she braced her palms against his chest…all warm, taut muscle against her softness.
“Good. Then we shall play a love game. You are to seduce me this time.”
“I…don’t know how.”
“I shall teach you. Hold your breasts for me, sweeting.”
“Like…this?” Tentatively she cupped the swells in her hands.
“Lift them higher…press them together, so I may kiss them.”
He made her feel wickedly seductive, yet she felt an instinctive, feminine urge to please him. Brazenly, Sabrina did as she was bid, lifting so that her firm flesh gleamed pale above her fingers, exposing the rigid nipples to his warm breath.
He nipped lightly, dredging a gasp from her throat.
“Your nipples are such hard delicious points…they appear very eager for my mouth. Do you wish me to suckle them?”
She nodded in breathless embarrassment.
“Say it, pet.”
“I…wish you to…suckle them.”