She had once read that the eyes were the windows to a person’s soul and she found herself wishing that she could see something in Blake’s. But as always, his eyes were cloudy, swirling flecks of brown as unreadable as the stormy sea.

“Afraid of you?” he crooned, cradling her in his arms again. He tugged on the ribbon that held her waist-length red hair back, and watched as her hair fell over her shoulders like a curtain.

“One blue, one green,” she managed to say as a ripple of pleasure radiated through her body. “A sign of evil spirits.” She opened her eyes wide as if to frighten him.

He laughed and lowered his head to kiss the valley between her breasts before dragging his warm mouth to her nipple. “I think your eyes are beautiful—they make you seem mysterious. Unpredictable.”

He touched the tip of his tongue to her nipple and she gasped. “Unpredictable?”

He nodded. “It’s why I like you. What first caught my eye…besides the red hair.” He teased her nipple into a hard nub, taking his time before speaking again. “I never know what to expect from you. What you will say. What you will do. I’m tired of predictable women.”

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p; She laughed. “You’ll be pleased to know that I find my own actions and thoughts unpredictable, as well, these days.”

With a sigh, Sapphire relaxed as he drew a path of hot, wet kisses over her belly and then lower. She put up no protest when he unlaced the boy’s pants she wore and slipped them off. And as he slid his hand between her thighs and found the soft folds, she parted her legs, her breath catching in her throat again and again as he moved his mouth lower. In a moment’s time she surrendered to his hand, to his mouth, letting his fingers do what they would, lifting her higher and higher.

Blake knew her too well, what made her laugh, what made her moan, and he used every bit of his talent each time they made love. He teased her to the very edge and then let her drift back until she found herself arching her back, raising her hips to meet his hand.

“Blake, please,” she begged. She was so close…

“Come sit on my lap,” he whispered, rolling onto his back to remove his trousers.

She shook her head, feeling her cheeks flush. “I wouldn’t know how to…I don’t know what to do,” she panted.

“Ah, I think you do. I think you were born knowing how to please a man.” He kissed her earlobe, her cheek, and she turned to meet his mouth, accepting it hungrily.

“I think you were born knowing how to please me,” he muttered hungrily.

Before she could protest, Blake lifted her up and onto his lap and she found herself seated astride him, her knees on the floor. Her boldness matching her need to find fulfillment, she lifted up and settled over him, finding a certain pleasure in his groan.

“What were you saying about not knowing what to do?” he teased, his eyes heavy-lidded with passion.

“Hush,” she told him as she leaned over to kiss him, her hair falling around them.

Again he groaned, her movement further arousing him. “To think you were almost wasted on that dandy—”

“Did you hear me?” she commanded, pushing the heels of her hands into the floor on either side of his head and then lifting and lowering herself again.

His response was just what she had hoped for.

“Damn, but you’re a fast learner,” he moaned, his eyes closed.

She lowered herself, flattening her body over his, trying to remain in control of his mounting pleasure and her own. “Hush,” Sapphire whispered in his ear, teasing it with the tip of her tongue.

And then she sat up again and began to move over him. She said she didn’t know what to do and she didn’t, at least not in her mind, but her body seemed to know. She moved rhythmically, slower, then faster, then slowly again.

“Roll over,” Blake ordered gruffly after some time, resting both hands on her hips.

But she only smiled, slowed her movement and covered his face with light kisses. “How will I learn if I don’t practice?” she teased.

So once more she brought him to the brink, but this time, she let her own control slip. She moved faster and faster, laying her body out flat over his, molding her soft curves to his hard form. When she cried out and heard him echo her, waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her shuddering, panting.

“Shh,” Blake soothed as he eased her to the floor, rolling onto his side and drawing her against him. He kissed her closed eyelids, her cheek, her chin, the tip of her nose.

“No one ever told me it would be like this,” she said when she finally found her voice. Her eyes were closed still, and she reveled in the feel of Blake’s arm securely around her, his warm breath on her skin.

“It isn’t usually,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder.

Tags: Rosemary Rogers Historical
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