Noble Scoundrel - Amy Sandas Page 0,86

knew that when she made a decision about something it was due to careful consideration and thorough assessment.

But none of that explained how he’d ended up here in her bed.

“Why me?” The gruffness of his question broke the quiet hovering around them.

Her scowl deepened.

With a sigh, she ran her hands lightly up and down his back, causing a fine tingling across his skin. “Is it so difficult to believe I desire you?”

He lifted the corner of his mouth but couldn’t summon a full grin. “A lady like you? Damned near impossible,” he countered.

She arched an imperious brow. “A lady like me? What does that mean?”

He chuckled at her swift rise of temper. “No offense, luv. But you probably should’ve run screaming the second you met me.”

Her gaze was fierce and intent. “You don’t frighten me, Mason.”

The sound of his name on her lips for the first time triggered an odd tremble in his belly. He frowned at the sensation and his next words came out harsher than he’d intended. “I should. I’m not a good man.”

“But you want to be,” she whispered.

He did. It was true. But it didn’t mean he had a chance at being good enough for her. A growl rolled from his chest.

As though sensing his agitation, she reached up to cover his hands—still framing her face—with hers. Her eyes darkened as a soft breath slid from her lips. “I’m here because I want to be. I need you, Mason. Don’t deny me.”

Warmth spread through him, followed by a fierce spear of longing. She was right. She was always right. A slow smile spread his lips as he gave a short, subtle roll of his hips, allowing the crown of his penis to just barely kiss her soft entrance.

Her lashes fluttered as she drew a swift inhale and her fingernails dug into his shoulders.

Shudders of pleasure ran through his body. Lowering his mouth to her ear, he murmured huskily, “You need me, luv? I’m here for you.”

She turned her head to nip at his neck with sharp little teeth. “Kiss me.”

He took her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her wet heat as he wished to thrust his cock.

Lowering one hand between them, he slid his fingers along her sex. She was still hot and wet and ready for him. After circling her clitoris with urgent strokes that had her arching beneath him and gasping into his mouth, he plunged two fingers deep into her body.

The sound she made was a sultry moan.

Withdrawing his fingers, he grasped himself in hand and guided his tip to her entrance. As he began to push forward, she stiffened. Her eyes were tightly closed and her lower lip was caught between her teeth.

“Relax, luv. I’ll make it feel so fucking good. I swear.”

She opened her eyes and they glittered up at him. “I know you will. I need you. Please, Mason. Please...”

Shit. There was no help for it.

He tightened his buttocks and thrust forward in a steady claiming. And though her spine arched and her breath caught on sharp little gasps, she held his gaze. And when he might have stopped, thinking she’d reached the limit of what she could take from him, she reached down to grasp his hard buttocks in her hands and urged him deeper.

Within a moment, nearly his full length was clasped tight inside her. She was so hot. So soft and tight and wonderful he could barely stand it. His head spun and his lungs burned and his vision hazed over with the lust running rampant in his blood.

They both remained still for a moment. Their breaths harsh and heavy. Their gazes locked.

And then, she shifted. Just a subtle tip of her hips and a gentle squeezing of her inner muscles around his throbbing shaft.

His balls tightened and his cock pulsed with the rise of his seed as a telltale ache began in his belly. Mason clenched his teeth against the most intense need to come he’d ever experienced.

Not yet.

He’d never been so close to the edge from one maddeningly slow thrust. But he’d promised her pleasure. And he was going to deliver.

With agonizing patience and more self-control than he’d ever had to employ, he pulled out until just the crown remained within. Then he pushed forward again. Entering her in a slow glide. Grinding his back teeth, he repeated the long stroke of his cock. Again and again.

When she lifted her knees along his sides, allowing for an even deeper reach inside her, he grunted with