Mistletoe and Mayhem - Cheryl Bolen Page 0,278

felt toward another man.

“Lift your arms,” she whispered.

Grabbing the sides of his shirt, Wister slid it up his body. Rhys helpfully bent and allowed her to pull the garment over his head. When he righted himself, she got her first full view of his naked torso.

No towel to keep your magnificence from my gaze.

Her mouth went dry.

The light dusting of dark hair on his chest had her fingers itching to touch. As she reached out her hand, he shook his head. “No touching until I get to see your breasts. Then you can do with me all you wish.”

Her eyes grew wide and she gasped in mock indignation. “Why, Baron Carno, what would make you think I am going to allow you to view my naked skin?”

“This,” he replied.

He placed a hand either side of her unbuttoned gown and tore it open all the way to the waist, baring her breasts. Before she had time to react, he yanked the skirts down, leaving them to pool at her feet.

Her thick, woolen, and very functional stockings were all that remained.

Wister laughed. “And here was me worrying that you Welsh might be a little reserved when it came to sex.”

He chuckled deeply. “Mae'r holl ddyddiau glawog hynny'n golygu ein bod ni'n treulio llawer o amser y tu mewn.”

“Which means?”

“Lots of days spent inside because of the rain. Fear not, my love, we Welsh know how to spend a long time in bed, and what to do.”

Rhys lifted Wister clear of her gown and lay her on the bed. He then knelt on the floor beside it. Firm hands dragged her bottom to the edge of the mattress. He draped her legs over his shoulders. Heat raced to her cheeks at the prospect of him staring straight at her sex.

“Lie back,” he commanded.

Wister had some sexual experience, but this was something entirely new. Her stockings were peeled from her legs, their warmth replaced with Rhys’s hot lips.

Slowly he worked his way up, crisscrossing kisses back and forth. When the heat of his breath touched the edge of her sex, she gripped the blankets and held on.

Her hips bucked off the bed the instant his tongue touched her sensitive nib. A hand was placed on her stomach, pushing her down. He was going to make her submit to his sexual torture.

“Oh, sweet lord. Rhys,” she finally managed.

With arms wrapped around the tops of her thighs, he drew her legs farther apart. Any sense of modesty was gone the second he delved his mouth and tongue into her liquid heat. It was all she could to lie back and take the pleasure that he gave. Every lick, suck, and deep kiss sent shivers of ecstasy racketing through her body.

Slowly, but surely, she began the climb toward the peak. When Rhys flicked his tongue back and forth across her clit, Wister cried out. “Rhys, please!”

“Ssh, I am not done with you. Not by a long shot,” he replied.

Every nerve in her whole being thrummed with desire. The aching need to reach her climax was constant. When his hands released their grip on her legs, Wister thought she would die.

Rhys got to his feet, and in a flurry rid himself of his boots and trousers. Wister swallowed deeply as he turned back to her and she caught her first glimpse of his hard, erect cock. He was long and large. And she craved to have him inside her.

“Move up on the bed,” he said.

She whimpered. “I think my legs are broken—they won’t move.”

He leaned over her and their mouths fused once more. She would never tire of his kisses. When he touched the inside of her thigh, she braced herself, ready for him to shift her over and climb onto the bed. Instead he slipped two fingers deep into her heat and began to stroke.

Her need for release, quickly rose again. She reached for him, her fingers clutching onto his arms as he held her at his mercy.

“That’s it, give in to me. Let your man command your body,” he murmured.

She wasn’t sure how much longer she could last, forcing herself to take a long calming breath when Rhys finally withdrew from her. This time, he did lift her along the bed, then climbed on and rose over her. This was what she craved. What she needed.

He filled her with one deep thrust, and Wister’s world exploded in a blinding orgasm. “Rhys!”

Kisses rained down on her face as he continued to work his cock into her throbbing