The Art of Taming a Rake (Legendary Lovers 4)

Desire replaced the shaky feeling inside Venetia, as undeniable as the need to breathe. Quinn kissed the strength right out of her bones as his hands slid around her from behind to fondle her breasts.

A tremor passed through her. She felt her heart clamoring against her ribs at the glorious sensations in her breasts, in her entire body. When a soft moan escaped her, he pressed closer, making her keenly aware of the hard blade of his arousal nestled against her buttocks. Then his leg slid between hers, bringing the heart of her into intimate contact with his thigh, setting off a fresh firestorm of sensations in her middle.

A short time later, he shifted his lips to the side of her neck, ending his kiss but not his attentions, instead concentrating on her pleasure elsewhere.

“You have the most delectable skin…” he said with rapt admiration. “So creamy and soft.”

Leaving one hand to attend her tight nipples, he moved the other lower, stroking over her bare skin beneath the water, sweeping across her mound, tangling in the thatch of curls that hid her sex.

“…and the most luscious body…”

He touched her all over, the drift of his fingers so erotic on her skin, she softened against him helplessly. Nuzzling her temple, he slid his fingers between the slippery folds while his thumb found the sensitive nub unerringly, sending jolts of desire through her, the action so completely sensual that she whimpered.

At the sound, he delved deeper, caressing her inside and out with slow strokes. He aroused her until she was quivering, until she felt overwhelmed with sensation, until her hips were undulating with need.

“That’s it…” he whispered in her ear. “Give in, sweet Venetia. Let me give you the pleasure you deserve.”

A great shudder rocked her as her cries echoed in the small cave.

The climax that shook her and carried her away left her faint and weak. Long moments later she realized she was leaning back against Quinn, half floating. His arms supported her while he pressed soft kisses against her hair.

She opened dazed eyes to look up at him. The tenderness she saw on his face was incredible.

A warm lassitude had stolen over her, so it was a very long moment before she could speak. “It doesn’t…seem fair that I should have all the pleasure.”

“Trust me, I feel immense pleasure, making you come apart in my arms.”

“Still, there is more, isn’t there?”

“Far more. But you will have to control the pace.”

He made her feel so desirable, and she wanted him to feel the same way. Her feet finding the bottom of the pool, she turned in his embrace and slid her arms around his neck, then raised her lips to his.

She hadn’t counted on his reaction, however. His arms abruptly tightened around her, and his mouth came down hard on hers, startling a moan of surprise from her.

His control was on a knife’s edge, she realized with a feeling of elation. His kiss was hungry and lusty and raw, devouring. She returned his passion measure for measure. The heat between them only intensified, stirring the wildness that clamored in her blood. As if he shared her same fever, he kissed her more fiercely than ever before, as if he were starved for the taste of her mouth.

She never knew what made him break off. Quinn held himself a little away from her, his face hard and taut, his breathing heavy. Panting herself, she gazed up into his searing eyes. Deep in them an unmistakable emotion burned: raw need and naked desire.

Gathering her courage, she reached to touch the pulsing crest of his manhood. She heard the harsh intake of his breath as she wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft—

Quinn caught her hand and held it away. “Stop, or I will wind up ravishing you.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” she said shyly. “I want to touch you.”

“Venetia…” Her name was a tormented whisper.

“I want to kiss you there, the way you kissed me.”

He groaned deep in his throat. “Not just now. You will make me explode. This time is for you.”

Stepping closer, she pressed a light, provocative kiss against his chest. “Then why are you waiting? Please, take me, Quinn.”

Bending, he leaned his forehead against hers and shuddered. “We need to go slowly for your first time. Your body must be ready.”

“I think I am ready now.”

His head lifted again so he could see her face. “There is no hurry. I don’t want to rush this moment. I want to savor it.”