Passions of a Gentleman (Gentlemen of Honor #3) - Rose Gordon Page 0,65

the left while bringing his hand up to mold and form and gently massage the breast his lips had just freed. Rae shamelessly arched her back, pressing her breasts into him, not sure which she wanted him to continue more. Simon ended the delicious torture with his tongue and pressed a kiss on her skin, his hands settling on her hips. He scooted down the bed, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her left side as he went. His mouth stopped at the sensitive skin by the little hollow right above her hip. Simon kissed his way across her waist to the other hollow then moved lower to her hip and then to her thigh. His fingers found the top of her stocking.

Simon sat up. “Tsk, tsk,” he chastised, rolling down the top of her stocking with a maddening slowness. When he finished peeling off her first stocking, he turned his attention to the other. Gripping the top, he pressed a kiss just above the top of her stocking then peeled it down an inch and kissed the newly exposed skin. He again pulled her stocking down a fraction and pressed another kiss where her stocking had just been. Simon repeated this slow torment, kissing all the way down to the tops of her toes before discarding her unneeded stockings and bringing his face back up to hers, his hands massaging its way up her thighs.

“Simon,” she whispered, his touch stoking an inner fire within her that she didn’t understand.

“Hmmm?” His fingers briefly tangled in the nest of hair between her thighs before covering her right breast. A tendril of desire coiled in her abdomen.

Rae’s entire form reeled with excitement. Each new kiss and caress only made her sensitive body more excited.

Simon supported himself on his left elbow and brought his right hand back between their bodies. She jumped when his fingers passed over her sensitive womanly area. Simon moved his hand from her skin for a mere moment and then he touched her again. This time with the tip of his erection at her opening.

She tensed.

He froze, his eyes locking with hers.

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to relax. So far everything Simon had done had been enjoyable, perhaps this would be, too.

Sensing that Simon wasn’t going to proceed without any further encouragement, Rae placed her hands on his shoulders, squeezed, and pressed her hips against him.

Simon’s hesitation vanquished and a second later he pushed himself inside of her and stilled.

“Are you all right?” he asked hoarsely.

Rae nodded.

“Am I hurting you?” As he asked, he was already backing out

Rae gripped his shoulders as hard as she could, keeping him there. “No. It doesn’t hurt. I feel…full.”

Simon groaned and pressed all the way forward then stilled, his breathing heavy.

“Are you all right?” Rae blurted.

Simon nodded, his jaw clamped shut.

Rae didn’t realize the act required such deep concentration.

Simon’s lips moved, but no words came out.

Rae moved her right hand to his cheek. She used her fingertips to trace the hard edge of his cheekbone as her thumb moved along his jaw.

Simon’s lips captured hers in a kiss, and his hips rocked forward, then again, and again, and again. Each time he pushed into her a spray of sparks flew within her, igniting that coil of desire that had settled in her gut, making it burn hotter and hotter with each stroke of friction.

Rae moved her hips in response, matching his movements, taking everything he had to offer. His pace sped, as did her excitement until finally with one last stroke, that tendril in her gut exploded, sending warm shocks of thrilling ecstasy to course through her, leaving her vaguely aware of the savage cry of her husband as he slowed to a stop.

Simon softly kissed her lips, then her nose, then her forehead, then rolled off to the side, taking her with him so they lie facing one another, face to face and heart to heart.

26

One week later

Scotland had been hard to leave. But after a week of exploring one another at night…and during the day, it was time. However, that didn’t mean they needed to rush back. After all, Lord Townson had told them to keep his carriage as long as they wanted. Simon wasn’t certain, but he had a suspicion Lord and Lady Townson had wanted some time alone, too, and this had provided them the perfect opportunity.

Returning to London took an additional five days.

Of course.

It’d be a shame to waste a single night to enjoy one another by traveling