Hells bells, she was glorious.
Gently, he pulled the pins from her hair, letting the dark tresses cascade down her back.
He’d never undressed a woman like this.
Passion, hot and deep, was burning in him, but he’d kept his movements gentle and easy. This was a moment he wanted to cherish. Remember forever.
He’d never expected to be here in his life. He rarely did things right, but deep in his soul, he knew Eliza was the best choice he’d ever made, and he absolutely would not ruin this by rushing.
A little voice in the back of his head said he’d find a way to wreck their marriage the way he destroyed everything else, but he beat it back down. Not tonight. Not here.
Right now, he’d cherish this woman with all the emotion he held in his heart.
He was back on his knees and she stared down at him, her gaze dark and wanting as her hands combed through his hair.
He reached for the hem of her chemise and skimmed the fabric up her legs.
When he’d gathered the material at her waist, he kissed her bare belly and felt her shiver. But he kept going, peeling the last barrier between them up and over her head.
She was stunning. His chest ached to look at her. Full breasts and hips were accentuated with a tiny waist. A woman had never made him ache like this and he stared, just wanting to commit her body to memory.
“Dylan.” She lifted her arms to him. “I’m cold.”
How could he deny a plea like that? He pulled her into his arms, lifting her feet off the ground and carrying her to the bed. As he set her down, he kissed her, pressing his weight on top of hers to warm her.
And then he slid his mouth lower, down her neck and across her chest.
He wanted to taste every inch of her. Slowly, he tasted each breast, counted her ribs with his lips, explored her stomach and then her hips.
As he parted her legs, he nibbled at her thighs, her breath coming in short gasps.
He rumbled out his own need, her center hot and ready for him. But he didn’t slide up her body. Instead, he kissed her again, in her most intimate place, her heat and scent wrapping around him.
She cried out, her hands tugging at his hair.
He started a rhythm with his tongue as tension built within her. He could feel it as her thighs tightened about his head, her body clenching around his finger as he slid the digit inside her.
She was so close, and it made everything male in him want to roar with victory, but he slowed his touch even as she whimpered out a protest.
He had a better goal in mind.
Chapter Fifteen
Eliza could feel that sweet tension building in her once again.
She wanted him, wanted him to finish her. She wanted…
Even more of his skin on hers.
And as though he were reading her mind, he climbed up her body, kicking off his breeches, his gaze hot and intense.
She wanted to touch him again. She’d love the feel of his manhood, but before she got the chance, he pressed his rod against her opening. White-hot desire pulsed through her.
She wrapped her arms about his back and urged him closer. She wanted more.
; He began to slide deeper inside her as his finger had done moments before, but this felt different.