The Rakehell of Roth (Everleigh Sisters #2) - Amalie Howard Page 0,108
of his fingers, his breeches slid to the ground, and the sound of her needy gasp was his undoing. Her lustful gaze fastened to his groin, where the evidence of what she did to him stood thick, erect, and proud. Never had Winter ever had a woman look at him with such need, such blazing desire. It fueled him. Empowered him.
“Sold!” he croaked. “To the lady in the front row.”
“You were right,” Isobel whispered, patting a spot in front of her and widening her thighs in invitation. Oh, hell. Winter’s mouth went dry. “Worth every penny. Now come here.”
He knelt on his coat, between her spread legs. “You’re a little overdressed,” he murmured. “I can help with that.” When she nodded her approval, Winter made fast work of her shirt, baring her chest that was bound in linen. He pressed a line of kisses to her hot skin at the top edge of the bandage. “Now this is a travesty. These sweet beauties should not be treated in so rude a manner.”
Unwrapping the linen, Isobel let out a moan as the warm evening air caressed her breasts. Their pink tips budded, and Winter’s mouth watered with the need to taste them. He lowered his head and took one berry-tipped peak between his lips. His wife arched into him as his tongue curled around the sweetest nipple he’d ever tasted.
“Delicious,” he murmured, adoring the other breast with equal attention, lest it should feel left out. He kissed his way down her torso, rubbing his cheek against the soft curve of her hip and feeling her shiver.
“Are you well?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, her fingers slipping through his hair. “I’m fine. Just nerves.”
“You have nothing to be nervous about.” Isobel writhed against his continued downward path until he kissed a line across her breeches. “These have to go.”
She offered no protest as he tugged them down her thighs, all the way to her feet and deliberately not staring at her nudity, until he could take her in fully.
Crouched at her feet, awe and love filled him. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
A pink blush distilled its way through her skin as he stared in mute appreciation, taking in the lush landscape of her perfect breasts, her tiny waist, those flaring hips, and long, lean legs, topped by a tuft of gold at the juncture of her thighs. Once more, his mouth watered.
He gave in, nibbling and biting his way up each leg, taking care to learn the places that made her tremble, and moan, and sigh—like the arch of her foot or the bend of her knee. Her pants increased as he kissed a leisurely path up her inner thighs, closer to his destination.
“Winter…”
“Hush, love,” he whispered, settling himself in place, his wide shoulder urging her limbs to part. She was so boldly passionate and yet so innocent. The combination drove him crazy. He wanted to be the one to pleasure her as she deserved, to make love to her as she deserved, and she would accept every second of it. He would make her body sing.
“I don’t…what are you doing?”
“Loving you,” he said before setting his mouth to her center.
His eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the first flick of his tongue. Fuck, she tasted like summer and sin, heaven and decadence. Her hips nearly arched off the ground, a moan breaking from the depths of her that had his own answering groan replying to hers. He loved how responsive and open she was, not hiding, not faking what she felt.
This was a far cry from the explosive coupling in the alley, but he wanted to take his time. He wanted to worship her beautiful body, to show her with actions what he hadn’t been able to say before. She owned every single part of him, for better or for worse.
Winter nibbled and sucked, licked and thrust, devouring every delectable inch of her until she was a writhing mass of need…until she cried out, went still, and then tumbled over the edge.
He crawled his way up her body, meeting her heavy-lidded, delirious gaze as he settled his large body over hers, his elbows bracketing her on either side. Those beautiful pale eyes of hers glimmered. “You’re full of surprises, Lord Roth,” she said in a sultry voice steeped in sex.
His cock jumped between them, and her eyes widened.
Winter’s lips formed a gratified smirk. “Told you, I know my worth.”