Mistletoe and Mayhem - Cheryl Bolen Page 0,193

all of it. For now, she wanted to experience everything he was offering.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, ensuring the delicious sensations would not cease. He lifted his head momentarily, to see if she enjoyed his ministrations, and she gave him a brief smile before tilting his head towards the other breast.

She found herself moving about on his lap, recognizing the passion building inside would need a release. She was not ready, though. Desmond did not seem inclined to let her resist. His lips continued their passionate assault while his hand began slowly moving her skirts out of the way. His fingers caressed the bare skin of her leg.

The jolt of excitement nearly undid her. She bit back a moan, but it was followed by another, spurring Desmond to be even bolder. His hand rested for a moment on her thigh. He gave her mouth another deep kiss, drawing her in even deeper, while his fingers began a passionate exploration she had been craving.

"Lorelei," he said almost reverently. His touch was utterly sinful, though. He knew it, too, and he continued the slow caressing while watching her. She wriggled, not entirely sure if she was trying to get away or demanding to have more. She quickly discovered Desmond was not unmoved by their passionate play.

She dropped her hand to his breeches, gliding her touch over the entire length covered by the fabric. She was tempted to make a quip about his unveiling, but his groan of pleasure, followed by another heated kiss, distracted her.

His fingers became more insistent, caressing the knot of pleasure between her thighs until it was nearly unbearable.

"Desmond," she pleaded.

He answered her entreaty with what she craved. His fingers slid inside, slowly at first, and then more insistently. Lorelei opened herself to him, desperate for more of his touch. She moved until she was straddling his legs, her skirts hiked up in the most scandalous fashion, and her head tipped back.

Desmond did not hesitate. He held her tightly around the waist with one arm, and pleasured her until she could not hold back any longer. Her body tightened around his fingers, pulsing and drawing him deeper, and then when she could not bear it any longer, she cried out, shaking with her release.

Desmond held Lorelei tightly, his heart thundering as she came undone. He had anticipated how exciting this moment would be, yet it had still bowled him over.

He dotted kisses on her temple and across her cheeks, easing her back to the present. She blinked slowly, and then she favored him with a low, delighted laugh. His skin tingled hearing it. The sound had always thrilled him, but now it was elicited by a different sort of pleasure, making it even more intimate. He suspected his desire for that delicious sound would never be sated.

He was tempted to take her right there, in the chair, but it did not entirely suit him. "It appears we need more practice at this unveiling thing," he said. "Wrap your arms about my neck." When she did so, he stood, his arms holding her tightly. She circled his waist with her legs.

He moved towards the bed. He would have hurried, but Lorelei kept distracting him with her kisses and squeezing him with her legs. His knees were feeling a bit wobbly from all the passionate attention. Her laugh told him she was well aware of that fact.

Fortunately, the bed was only a few paces away. Desmond set her on the mattress and then followed when she lay back against it. Though she was temptingly displayed, with her skirts above her thighs, and her bodice covering next-to-nothing, he was still fully clothed.

Uncomfortably so.

He stood once more and began tearing at his cravat, and then his waistcoat. Lorelei lifted herself onto her elbows, grinning as she watched him trying to disrobe. His hands wanted to touch her, too.

"Quite the dilemma," she teased.

"An unbearable one. I almost wish I had another pair of hands—"

She raised hers. "Will these do?"

He leaned forward and gave her a pert kiss. "Yes. I just cannot decide which task they should have."

"I could do this," she offered, sliding his waistcoat from his shoulders. "And of course, this is well within my abilities." His linen cravat was quickly dispatched, and then she tugged his shirt from his breeches. He pulled it over his head and tossed it behind him.

Her eyes lit up with appreciation. Then her gaze dropped lower, and a slow smile appeared on her lips. "If