A Scandalous Affair (The Merry Widows 3)

Oh, but he was downright eager. Sliding down the bed so he lay between her legs, he bent his head. His nose, his face nuzzled the dark hair that covered her mound. A bolt of sensation cut through her and her breath caught in her throat. Anticipation for what he might do next almost killing her.

“God.” She threw her head back, closing her eyes at the first rasp of his tongue against her tender flesh. His large hand settled low on her belly, seeming to open her to him even more, and he licked again. Along the seam of her, teasing her apart to search the depths within.

She never thought she could feel like this. Her entire body vibrated with the intensity of his touch. The languid way he licked her, sampled her, flicked his tongue over the sensitive bit of flesh that was the center of every delicious tremor that wracked her body. He licked again and again, his lips engulfing her, his tongue tasting her, thrusting so deep inside her, her hips lifted toward him. Eager for more.

He slipped his hands beneath her and cupped her bottom, holding her in place. She arched off the mattress, her eyes tightly closed, solely focused on what his mouth, his wicked tongue were doing to her. She was close, so easily close to shattering into a million tiny little pieces and when he pushed two fingers deep inside her body she couldn’t withstand it any longer.

She fell apart. Her cries were loud, echoing in the confines of the room as wave after wave washed over her. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically about his thrusting fingers, her legs shook, and still he licked her.

He continued lavishing his attention upon her flesh until the very last tremor shook through her. Until she finally lay slumped upon the mattress, weak and smiling, desperate to catch her breath. She couldn’t help but laugh.

“And what are you finding so funny?” He dropped a light kiss just on the inside of her left thigh.

“That…that was amazing.” She threw her arm across her still-closed eyes and blew out a harsh breath. Heavens, her body still quivered. “I have never experienced anything quite so—intense before.”

“Really?” He slid up her body, until his face was close to hers and he was pulling her arm away from her eyes. They stared at each other, his insistent erection nudging against her belly, and she reached between them. Brushed the very tip of him with her fingers, reveled in the way his lids flickered and he shuddered at her fleeting touch.

“I want to do the same for you,” she whispered, her voice a mere rasp. Her throat hurt from her earlier cries, she’d been so loud.

She’d never, ever shouted like that with her husband.

“Keep touching me like that and you will,” he said on a groan, his encouragement making her bolder.

Daphne wrapped her fingers around him, awed by his size. He was large, thick and long and so responsive to her every stroke. He moaned, thrusting into her grip, and she slipped her thumb over the head, smearing the creamy wetness and making him shudder.

“I want to be inside you,” he whispered urgently by her ear, his lips nibbling along the lobe. “Now, Daphne.”

She guided him to the very heart of her and he slipped in easily. She was so wet, making his entrance a simple push. Then he was seated completely inside her body.

They were connected, their bodies were as one, and when she looked up at him, saw that he watched her with the same sort of wonder glowing in his eyes as she felt, she knew she never wanted to let him go.

Ever.

* * *

Christ, her velvety feminine heat clamped tight around his cock made it hard for him to move. One thrust and he might come apart. One thrust and it might all be over before it even began.

Praying for control, Hartwell breathed deeply, held the air in his lungs for a long, torturous beat before exhaling. She slipped her delicate hands over his back, stroking him into oblivion. When she settled her palms against his buttocks and pressed him deeper, he thought then and there it was done with.

Luckily enough he had more restraint than he first believed.

Slowly, carefully, he withdrew from her honeyed heat, then thrust back in. The glide, the friction was sweetly exquisite. It tore at him, made him want to rut upon her like an out-of-control animal until his seed shot deep within her body. To fill her completely with his very soul until they both collapsed with exhaustion.

Get a grip, man!

“Camden.” Her sweet voice whispering his name made his heart shatter. She squeezed his buttocks, her fingers dancing across his skin. “You feel so good.”

The understatement of the century. The way she touched him, responded to him, felt surrounding him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. She was beautiful. Responsive. Sensual. And if he allowed his thoughts to become grand, someday she just might become his.

All his.

Daphne wiggled beneath him, sending him even deeper, and they both moaned their pleasure. Gritting his teeth, he moved slowly, wanting to ensure she experienced her pleasure though he knew only moments before his mouth had brought her to climax with ease.

He could still taste her on his lips, could still feel her quivering, wet flesh against his seeking tongue. She’d tasted sweet and unique, her scent musky and feminine. He bent down and kissed her, hoping she’d get a taste of herself, hoping she wouldn’t recoil in disgust when she realized what still lingered.

Pleas

ure surged through him when she opened to him eagerly, her tongue dancing with his. Ah, this woman was refreshing. So responsive and wild. Though she wasn’t nearly as wild as he felt.