A dart of pleasure shot through her at his words. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He made at tsk-tsking sound. “So impatient.”
“I can’t help it. You make me feel frenzied.”
“Let’s see if we can increase your frenzy.”
Easing back a step, he unbuttoned the front placket of his breeches to free his swollen erection. A shiver swept through her at seeing that masculine flesh that could give her such wild pleasure.
Wanting to touch him, Skye reached down to curl her fingers around his shaft, but Hawk wouldn’t allow it. Taking control, he lifted the hem of her apron, then caught a handful of her gown.
“Hold up your skirts,” he ordered.
Heat pooled in her lower belly. He didn’t mean to undress her, she realized. He planned to take her there against the door, fully dressed.
Her heart racing, she obeyed, baring her sex to the coolness of the tower air.
“What now?”
In answer, his fingers caressed her curls, probing until he found the bud hidden by her feminine folds. “I need to make you ready for me.”
Skye felt a tightening of her body, a rush of heat. He kept his caresses delicate and unhurried as he circled and stroked until her flesh was wet with her own juices.
“I am ready for you now,” Skye insisted breathlessly. The tingling heat of his touch only magnifying the surge of want, the delicious sensation of weakness flooding her.
“Not yet,” he pronounced.
Staring into her eyes, he slid a finger inside her and stroked her inner walls. Skye inhaled sharply. She was melting. Her breasts felt hot and tight while her sex swelled and throbbed.
“Hawk, please.…”
His eyes gleamed with little sparks of amusement. He was set on teasing her, making her wait, and judging from the sensual glimmer there, he was reveling in her helpless response.
She reached down for him again, wanting desperately to feel him inside her.
“No, not yet.”
“You are a devil.”
Hawk flashed her a slow smile full of wicked promise. He used his fingers to play her, to please her, until she was panting softly. She could tell, however, that he was not as unaffected as he pretended. The humor in his eyes had changed to a different light. Desire smoldered and flared in the gray depths.
Skye felt a certain sense of triumph. Her heartbeat hammered in her throat as she stared back at this utterly beguiling man with the hot-silver eyes. She wanted Hawk to want her till he ached, just as he was making her ache.
Releasing her skirts, she threaded her fingers in his tousled ebony hair, trying to bring his mouth to hers, her lips burning, ready to be soothed. But still he wouldn’t kiss her. He merely lowered his mouth to her neck and pressed his lips to her pulse there, his tongue tasting her skin, sipping lightly.
At the same time, he slid another finger inside her while rubbing the nub with his thumb, stoking the restless hunger simmering in her veins.
Skye nearly groaned. Her senses were knife-sharp and almost as painful. When her knees buckled, she altered her grasp once more and gripped his shoulders to maintain her balance.
“Hawk—now,” she demanded in a rasping whisper.
Finally, at last, he obliged. Raising his head, he shifted his hands to her buttocks and lifted her up. Spreading her thighs to position his arousal at her opening, he began to enter her, the engorged crest pressing inside her slowly. He was full and hot and hard … iron hard.
Watching her intently, he glided into her waiting warmth, stretching her, searing her. Skye gave a soft whimper at the blissful fullness.
His fascinating eyes riveted her as he inched back out again. The friction against her slick flesh made her inner muscles clench around him. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around Hawk’s hips. She was enraptured, filled with a strangled pleasure.
Hawk held her gaze as he moved slowly inside her, his languorous thrusts deep and sure. Skye moaned again at the primal delight he was giving her, heedless of his earlier warning.