The First Proposal - Chasity Bowlin Page 0,41

moved with a kind of gracefulness that, in all honesty, should have made her envious. In fact, it only made her appreciative.

When he climbed onto the bed with her, the weight of him was both comforting and undeniably arousing. But then he kissed her again, his lips moving over hers with that same potent mixture of tenderness and mastery that left her breathless and reeling. His hands roamed over her body, touching her everywhere. Her limbs felt heated and languid, her blood rushing in her veins until she was dizzy from it. The entire world seemed to have fallen away and all that existed in that moment was the two of them. And every touch created new sparks of desire that only added to a fire that already raged inside her.

His mouth left hers, trailing hot kisses down her neck. Percy let out a satisfied sigh. While it was still quite new to her, she knew where it would lead. She knew how it would feel to have his lips at her breasts, to have his skilled fingers strumming her flesh to a fevered pitch. It was a sigh of relief because she knew those acts would ease the ache building inside her.

She couldn’t say at what point he removed her chemise, or when her stockings and garters disappeared. Regardless, she found herself entirely naked before him, and there was no thought of shame or modesty. Her only thought was that she wanted him naked, too. She wanted to feel his firm, heated flesh against hers.

Almost as if he’d read her thoughts, he reared back for just a moment and quickly shed the remainder of his clothing, tossing them carelessly aside. Percy welcomed him back with open arms. He slipped between her thighs, her body opening to him of its own accord. She could feel the hard ridge of his arousal against her thigh. But there was no fear, only an eager curiosity and an overwhelming sense of anticipation.

When one hand slid between their bodies, his fingers seeking and unerringly finding that bit of tender flesh that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, she gasped his name. “Please, don’t make me wait,” she pleaded.

“Soon,” he promised, pressing a kiss to her neck as he continued to tease and torment her. “When you’re ready.”

“I’m ready now,” she insisted.

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he lowered his head to her breasts, taking one pebbled nipple between his lips. But it was the sting of his teeth scraping that hardened bud that made her cry out. And it was the heated pull of his mouth that made her moan.

When at last he shifted his weight, parting her gently as he eased into her, Percy understood then what he’d meant about readiness. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either.

“Don’t look so disappointed,” he teased. “It gets better. Give it a moment.”

She squirmed a bit. “I’m wondering if that is dependent upon one’s perspective.”

He laughed but that laughter faded into a groan. “Don’t speak. Do not move. And do not make me laugh. Just be still.”

Though it went against every instinct she possessed, Percy did as he asked. She went entirely still and waited. And after a moment, she began to relax. As she did, he sank deeper into her. It was no longer awkward or uncomfortable. “Oh,” she breathed out. “I think you are right. I does get better.”

He kissed her then, a sharp smack of his lips on hers followed by a grin. “Have I told you that I love everything about you? Including your tendency to say exactly what is on your mind?”

“You haven’t… do you really love everything about me?”

“Every last thing,” he said.

Percy wanted to respond, to say something sweet, tender and profoundly romantic. But at precisely that moment, he shifted his hips forward, surging into her fully. She closed her eyes and still saw stars. This, she thought, this is what the poets wrote about.

And as he set a perfect rhythm, thrusting and withdrawing, she somehow managed to match it. Following his lead just as she had when they danced together, she felt herself climbing just as she had the night before. Only now, she understood what was on the other side. She knew the pleasure that awaited her and she was eager for it.

With his lips moving against her neck, with hot drugging kisses being peppered over her skin and the unimaginable pleasure of feeling him moving inside her, it was only moments before she was