One Night On The Virgin's Terms - Melanie Milburne Page 0,31

long, drugging kiss that made her senses go into a tailspin. His tongue mated with hers and her spine loosened and her knees wobbled. One of his hands cupped her breast, his touch light and yet sending thousands of shivers through her sensitive flesh. He pulled her dress down a fraction and began to caress her breast with his lips and tongue, teasing her nipple into a tight peak, tantalising her with the sensation of his stubble against her soft skin.

Ivy whimpered with longing for more of his touch, the passionate need in the core of her body pulsating, pounding. He moved to her other breast, exposing it to his hungry, smouldering gaze and placing his mouth on the upper curve, then trailing his tongue over and around her nipple, taking it into his mouth and gently sucking on it. The nerves in her tender flesh rioted with ecstasy, triggering even more flutters and flickers and flames in her lower body.

Louis lifted his head to look at her with eyes dark and glittering with lust. ‘Dinner can wait. I want you.’ His voice was low and deep and gravelly, sending a shiver whispering down her spine.

‘I want you too, so, so much,’ Ivy said. ‘I’ve never experienced anything like this before. It’s like my body hasn’t been alive until now.’

He framed her face in his hands, his expression serious. ‘I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable doing.’

Ivy stroked his stubbled jaw and gazed into his eyes. ‘I know you won’t. That’s why you’re the only person I could ask to help me. I trust you.’

A fleeting shadow went through his gaze before it lowered to her mouth once more. He drew in a ragged breath and took one of her hands, his fingers warm and strong around hers. His eyes met hers and he smiled a slow smile that made her heart slip sideways. ‘Let’s go upstairs.’

Ivy went with him up the grand staircase and he led her to his master suite at the other end of the wide corridor from her bedroom. Her skin was tight all over, her heart rate picking up, her senses on high alert. She was attuned to his every movement, not out of fear but out of excitement. The twilight was still filtering into the room, giving it a muted and intimate glow, and when Louis didn’t reach for the light switch she wondered if he’d remembered her confession about not being comfortable undressing unless the lights were out. It touched her that he was being so patient and understanding with her.

He stood with her next to the king-sized bed, his hands loosely holding hers. His gaze roved over her face, lingering on her mouth and then coming back to her eyes. ‘Remember, you’re the one in control here. I want this to be perfect for you.’

‘Everything’s been perfect so far.’ Ivy slipped her hands out of his and began to unbutton his shirt. ‘I want to feel your skin on mine.’ Her heart was fluttering, but with excitement rather than nerves. It was empowering to know he would be patient with her, not rushing or pushing her to do things she wasn’t ready to do. Somehow it made her feel more emboldened than she had ever felt before, the needs of her body overtaking the paralysing fears in her mind. Funny how those fears were retreating further and further into the background, every magical touch of his melting them away.

Louis shrugged himself out of his shirt and then reached to undo the clip holding her hair on top of her head. It cascaded down around her shoulders. He swept her hair to one side and lowered his mouth to the soft skin just below her ear, and she shivered as his lips and tongue subjected her to feather-light caresses.

‘You smell beautiful—like flowers and summer—and I can’t wait to taste you all over.’ His tone had a roughened edge, as if he was fighting to keep his control in check.

Her own control was facing a similar battle. The shy part of her nature wanted to put the brakes on before he could act on his erotic promise but the sensually awakened part of her relished the thought of him caressing her in such an intimate way. ‘I want to taste you too.’

She brought her mouth to his neck in the shallow dish between his clavicles and pressed her lips to the saltiness of his skin. He shuddered under her touch and brought her closer