the blanket, her skin a warm gold in color, so at odds with the pale flesh of most English women. I took in the curve of her hips, her long, lean legs, the dark nest of hair shielding her femininity. Up to her narrow waist, farther to her full breasts. My chest felt tight. I found it suddenly hard to breathe. This woman was made for sex. She put the pale, sickly looking creatures of the ton to shame.
“Stunning.”
She started to cover herself. “Don’t give me false flattery, my lord. We both know what this is…pleasure pure and simple.”
“No.” I clutched her wrists, pulling her hands away from her body. “Don’t. You’re too beautiful to be covered.”
She was mine. Completely and utterly mine. With hands that trembled, I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it aside. What had started as a game, had turned into something all too real. All too reckless and consuming. I did not question my desire. I only knew that I needed to feel her against me. Completely naked. Nothing separating us.
I lowered myself over her. “I want to kiss every bit of your body.”
Her hardened nipples brushed the hair on my chest. Hell, she felt so damn good. Soft, warm, lush, cradling my hardness between silky thighs. My erection throbbed painfully. I was almost dizzy with desire. I could feel the rapid beat of her heart against mine. The warmth of her breath as it brushed my lips. Not a goddess. She was human after all.
“Every bit?” she whispered, her fingernails biting into my biceps.
I rocked my hips against her, my throbbing cock nudging into her soft core.
“Every.” I found her mouth. “Bit.”
Sliding my hand through her silky hair, I cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss. She tasted like tea, lemon, and sugar. As I nibbled, demanding entrance, my free hand slid up her smooth thigh. With a gasp, she parted her legs. I couldn’t get enough of her. My fingers delved between her wet folds, finding her entrance. She was ready. So very hot and slick. She whimpered, gently biting my lower lip. I took advantage, thrusting my tongue into her heated mouth.
She had been timid at first, but as I rubbed my tongue against hers, coaxing her to play, she was quick to learn. Hell, I could train her to be the best paramour, to service me in ways no wife could. I tore my mouth from hers and found the delicate column of her neck. I would show her that intimacy between a man and woman could be more than a quick tickle in an alley.
“Christ, you smell good,” I muttered.
Her fingers slid timidly into my hair, clutching almost painfully as I kissed the valley between her breasts. “Gabe, I…it’s too much. I can’t take it.”
“Shhh, Sweet.” I found a tightened nipple and drew it into my mouth. She cried out, arching her back. Lower, I traveled, dragging my tongue down her velvet belly.
She gasped, yanking at my hair. Desperate. She was growing desperate, and taking me over the edge with her. I slid my hand under her arse and held her close to me. I wasn’t letting her go. I needed more. I pressed kisses down her stomach.
“Gabe?” she whispered, sounding nervous. “What are you doing?”
“Shhh. I told you.” I pushed apart her thighs. “I’ll take care of you.”
I needed to taste her. Was desperate to kiss her there, and know her completely. I lowered, brushing my lips against the inside of her thigh.
“This isn’t proper,” she gasped, trying to draw her legs together. “I…I don’t think people do this.”
It was obvious whoever had taken her before, had given her little pleasure. I would show her the heated passion two people could find together. “They do, Ginny, and they enjoy it.”
I reached the nest of curls, slid my fingers through, parting her folds. She was gorgeous. I took a moment to admire the pink softness, and then I lowered my head and slid my tongue into her delicate warmth. She tasted of salty feminine pleasure. She smelled of flowers and woman.
She groaned, shifting underneath me. I could grow addicted to her taste. When moments ago, she’d been pushing me away, now she brought up her legs, pressing her knees close to my shoulders, holding me captive. My tongue delved into her sheath as my teeth lightly scraped that sensitive bud.
“Gabe?” she cried out, her body growing tight around me. “I can’t. I can’t stop.”