a breast before, but he was fairly certain no other breast would have felt as good to him as Poppy Ellis’s breast.
Distracted by this touch, Poppy stopped her questing and made a little noise. Pleasure. He could tell by the way her lips parted on a breath. He leaned in, snatching a kiss before giving her breast an experimental squeeze. She made the sound again.
Beneath his palm, her silky nipple began to rise. Impatiently, he wrenched back the nightgown to get a better view. She was beautiful, gorgeous, and bloody perfect. The pink bud of her nipple was shrinking, growing tighter. He brushed his thumb over it, loving the way it moved against him, and how she squirmed at his ministrations. His mouth watered. He wanted to suck that nipple, bite it just enough to feel it give against his teeth. His cock swelled larger.
“Win.” Her mouth found his and clung, her tongue tasting and teasing as her hand went back to playing with him. “Win.”
“Present,” he murmured. What if… He pinched her nipple, and she moaned. Heat washed over him so strong that he couldn’t breathe through it. His cock thrust against her palm. He wanted inside of her. He had no notion of how it would feel, and suddenly it became imperative that he find out.
His free hand slid to her knee, pushing up her gown to get at her cool, smooth skin. Her legs were endless, and he wanted to explore them at his leisure. Some day but not now. They both sucked in a breath when his fingers touched her curls and then found her slick skin. Wet. That was how it would feel inside of her. Hot and wet. He stroked, exploring her in gentle touches that soon grew stronger. Then it was Poppy who canted her hips.
“Ah, God, Win.” She panted and moved against his fingers. “Do that again.”
He complied and came in contact with the hottest part of her. “How do you like it, Pop?”
Her throat moved when she swallowed. “Softly.”
“Softly? Like this?” He swirled his thumb around her bud, gently, so very gently.
She groaned, and her long legs spread open like the pages of a book offering up their secrets. Win swallowed convulsively. He looked down.
“Lovely.” Dark red curls, pink glistening lips. They caught the whole of his concentration, and he slowly discovered every inch as she writhed against him, tilting her hips, encouraging him lower. Unable to stop himself, he pushed a finger in. Hot, wet, and tight. He closed his eyes on a groan. She would be heaven. His cock agreed and ground itself against her now relaxed hand. As if hearing his plea, she gripped him hard. Her free hand grabbed onto his hair.
Determined brown eyes gazed up at him. “Win, come into me.”
Winston considered himself intelligent. And though he panted, and his body literally shook with needful lust, he paused. “We aren’t married.”
She froze at his whisper. Her red tongue swept out to lick her lips, distracting him. He forced his gaze to her eyes. She blinked as though dazed. “No. But Win…” Her cheeks went scarlet. “I need you.”
He kissed her hard, telling her with his kiss how much he needed her too. His finger sank deeper into her, earning a whimper, and his heart nearly pounded out of his chest. But he pulled back. “You know how much I want you,” he said, willing himself not to stroke her. “But I will not dishonor you—”
“It is not a dishonor.” She pulled him closer. “Not when it is what I want. What we want.”
He almost moved then. Almost. His gaze caught hers. “Does that mean we will marry?”
Maybe later he would analyze how one could feel such intense lust while being felled by equally intense pain. Now, however, he slowly took his hand away from her as her expression closed down, giving him his answer long before she spoke. “I cannot.”
He pushed himself up to sitting. “Poppy darling, I must ask…. Why the bloody hell not?” Cursing again, he pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. “What are we doing here?”
“I thought that was obvious.” The bed squeaked as she sat. He risked a look. She was buttoning up her gown.
On a sigh, he tucked himself back into his trousers and tried to bring himself to rights as well before getting off her too-tempting bed. Rising, he faced her. “Do not double talk me, Poppy. You invited me to your rooms in the middle of