Truly a Wife (Free Fellows League 4)

And the first touch of his tongue against that most intimate part of her was electric. It touched every nerve ending in her body and set her pulse to beating so rapidly that Miranda feared she might explode in a fantastic burst of flame. Her body melted against him, seeking release, and Daniel was merciless in providing it.

Miranda, who had always prided herself on her independent spirit, was astonished to discover that she was more than willing to relinquish her independence and become a willing slave to her desires.

Daniel bathed the spot where her pulse throbbed with his tongue. He licked the hard little nub hidden beneath her soft folds and felt the effect of it as Miranda began to move against him and his name escaped her lips as a high-pitched keen. “Daniel …”

Arching her back, Miranda filled the bedroom with incoherent, little sounds—soft sighs, guttural groans, and sharp, high-pitched squeals of pleasure—she made without knowing she did so. She squirmed in his arms, moving steadily closer to the source of her pleasure, and whimpered as Daniel blew his warm breath on her damp curls and ignited little currents of electricity that raced through her body.

He chuckled deep in his throat, thrilled with Miranda’s response, heady with the powerful sensations swirling around them and with the incredible realization that she enjoyed his touch as much as he enjoyed touching her.

And his need to touch her, his desire to touch all of her, to taste the sweet hot essence of her, to bury his length inside her warmth and to feel the heat of her surrounding him as he throbbed and pulsed within grew so strong that Daniel knew it was the reason he’d been born. He had been born to capture her lips and swallow her cries as they careened toward the heavens on an intimate journey where two became one. He’d been born to introduce her to the world of passion and desire, where a man and a woman learned to give and to take, to advance and retreat, to pleasure and be pleasured in the dance of life.

“Daniel,” Miranda gasped his name again as she pressed herself against his incredibly talented mouth. There were no words to describe the shockingly delicious and forbidden sensations she felt as Daniel performed the intimate act, working his magic until she was one big, quivering mass of sensation.

Daniel’s familiarity with all the secret places on her body should have scandalized her, but Miranda was thrilled by his knowledge, enthralled by his experience, and grateful beyond belief for his genuine desire to give pleasure. She vibrated with passion as Daniel stroked and probed with such infinite tenderness and such agonizing care that she couldn’t think of being scandalized. How could she be shocked and angry at a man who gave her such incredible bliss?

“Please,” she murmured, squirming as desire—hot and thick and dangerous—surged through her, filling her body with urgent longings she couldn’t name but which all came from the place Daniel graced with his magnificent attention.

Daniel deepened his caress, consciously applying every lesson he’d ever learned from the women who had shared his bed, as he feverishly worked his magic on Miranda. She was teetering on the edge of the precipice, desperately close to finding satisfaction, and he ached to join her in blissful release, but he ignored the painful throbbing of his member and concentrated on pushing Miranda over the edge.

Miranda sighed, and then shuddered deeply as her fragile control shattered and she gave herself up to the extraordinary pleasure that rushed through her, satisfying every ache, every longing—except the need for more.

Gripping the bedpost, she opened her eyes moments later, and looked down at him with an expression of sheer joy on her face.

Daniel’s heart seemed to catch in his throat, and he was humbled by the emotion he saw in her eyes.

Miranda blushed. “You were magnificent,” she whispered, still awestruck by the magnitude of the feelings coursing through her.

“You were magnificent,” Daniel corrected. “Now, come down here and let me hold you.”

Her arms and legs felt limp and lifeless, but Miranda gave him a brilliant smile that spoke of deep satisfaction as she climbed over him, then lay beside him, her body pressed against him, her legs intertwined with his. Reaching up, she placed her palms on both sides of face. “Thank you,” she said simply, as she pulled his face down to meet her lips.

“It was an honor,” he whispered seconds before he captured her mouth with his and she tasted herself on his lips.

“Hmm,” Miranda murmured, stretching languidly, like a cat.

“Good?” he asked, pulling away from her mouth to kiss the tip of her nose.

“Better than good, but I must admit that lovemaking appears to be rather one-sided.”

Miranda opened her eyes and gazed at him.

“How so?”

“You’ve done all the work,” she answered. “I’ve done nothing except hold onto the bedposts and revel in the most exquisite feeling of bliss and satisfaction I’ve ever felt.” She cradled his face in her hands, feeling with her hands the rough texture of his two days’ growth of whiskers, which she’d felt against her inner thighs minutes earlier. “But in my experience, men are generally selfish creatures. And although you seem to enjoy it, I don’t understand what you get out of it.”

“The joy of watching you,” he answered. “The pleasure of knowing that I’ve given you bliss the likes of which you’ve never known and that you allowed me to do it.”

“What lady wouldn’t want to experience such pleasure?” Miranda asked.

“You would be surprised at the number of gentlemen and ladies who have no idea such pleasure is possible and would be repulsed by the very idea …”

Miranda shook her head. Apparently her parents had been among that number. What else could explain why her mother had told her lovemaking was embarrassing and uncomfortable? “We are acquainted with a great many ignorant and foolish ladies and gentlemen. Fortunately, you are not one of them.” The smile she gave him was positively wicked.

“And neither are you, milady.” Daniel cupped one of her breasts, then moved close enough to lick the tip of it.

She sucked in a breath. “I can’t help wondering where you came by such knowledge …”

“The way most enlightened gentlemen do,” he said. “I had a generous and marvelously uninhibited teacher for whom I am eternally grateful.”