“You are the most beautiful, bewitching, glorious creature I have ever met,” he murmured against the side of her neck.
With all her underpinnings gone save her chemise, stockings, and drawers, when he pressed his big body against hers, she felt the rigid outline of his straining cock. She wanted him inside her, filling her. She rubbed her bottom against him, seeking whatever contact she could get.
Her reward was his low groan, a tongue dipping into the hollow behind her ear. His hands were on her hips now, hauling her more snugly to him. Heat licked through her, her core clenching. Every part of her felt heavy, weighed down by desire.
“You want my cock in you, don’t you, Josie?” he growled into her ear.
Feeling bold, she reached behind her, finding his length through his trousers. She squeezed him, rubbing her thumb over the tip. His breath was hot and ragged at her ear as she explored him. When her grip on him tightened, his hips pumped forward. His hands slid from her hips, moving upward.
He found her pebbled nipples through the thin layer of her chemise and plucked at them while his tongue traced over the whorl of her ear. She was so wet, she was soaking her drawers. So needy. But he took his time, grinding into her hand, pulling on her nipples, then taking her breasts in his hands and gently massaging them. His forefingers flicked over her painfully sensitive flesh.
She thought she could spend like this, from nothing more than his touch and his body fused to hers, his mouth knowing all the ways to make her wild. She wondered if he could, too. But when she stroked him harder, he made a low sound in his throat and spun her around.
He was impeccably dressed, down to his waistcoat and crisp white shirt. He was so handsome, his bright eyes burning with desire and something else, something more profound.
Love.
“I am going to make you come on my tongue,” he told her, his voice low.
Her heart pounded. So did her sex.
What could she say to that? Nothing. She was trembling with desire. Words were impossible.
“Raise your arms, bijou,” he ordered.
She obeyed. He lifted her chemise slowly, making certain the soft fabric dragged over her hungry nipples as he went. The teasing was delicious. Her breaths were coming in short, uneven bursts by the time her chemise was finally gone.
He lowered his head and sucked first one nipple into his hot, wet mouth. Then the other. Decker laved one with his tongue and then rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. Slow, steady licks. The abrasion of his teeth. He rubbed his jaw over the curve, his short whiskers rasping over her flesh. It felt like heaven and torture, bliss and pain, all at once. She was going to demand he forego shaving every other day, just for this sensation.
His mouth was on the peak of her breast once more, sucking hard. He cupped her mound through the barrier of her drawers. Nothing more—just that possessive cradle—so tantalizing, so tempting. She could not stifle the moan he wrung from her.
“Whatever can be the matter, my lady?” he murmured against her breast, slanting her a look laden with sinful intentions. “You sound as if you need release.”
“I do,” she whispered.
He suckled her again, then blew on her nipple, which stood at lusty attention, elongated and tight. She wanted more. This teasing was not enough. Her fingers had found their way into his thick, wavy hair. She tugged on it, trying to urge him on, arching her back so that her breasts were presented to him like offerings.
“Let me help you.” His mouth was on her breast again, stealing another moan as his fingers worked on the placket at her waistband. Her drawers slid down her hips in a whisper of sound.
He released her nipple and then took her wrists, pulling her hands from his hair. “Come.”
She was wearing nothing but silk stockings and black satin boots. Jo allowed him to tug her to a chair positioned by the fireplace at the opposite end of the room. He sank to his knees before her, then released her hands and tenderly caressed her ankle. He guided her booted foot to the cushion of the chair, opening her to his brilliant gaze.
“There you are, my lady,” he said, his eyes darkening as they settled upon her most intimate flesh. “So pretty and pink and wet. I