A Scandalous Portrait (The Rose Room Rogues #1) - Callie Hutton Page 0,51

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With a flick of his wrists, he brushed the thin straps holding up her silk nightgown. It slithered down her body, teasing him, revealing the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Full, rounded breasts with dusky nipples, pert and already hard as pebbles. He could not stop staring. “Oh, sweetheart,” he breathed.

He covered her shoulders with his hands and tilted her body back. Placing his lips on her breast, he licked a nipple and then covered the entire area with his mouth and suckled as greedily as a babe.

Diana grabbed the sides of his head with her hands, digging her fingernails into his scalp, and moaned.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes. Yes. It does.” Her voice was breathless, her panting filling the air with the sounds of pleasure.

It was time to relocate to the more comfortable bed. “Stand up, sweeting,” he mumbled not taking his mouth from her breast.

“Can’t.”

Hunt pulled back and placed his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet. The dressing gown and nightgown slid to the floor in a rush of silk. He sat back, and she stood before him, the firelight accenting her curves. “My God, Diana. You’re stunning.” His eyes never leaving her, moving over her glorious form, he shook his head. “Mallory got it all wrong.”

She sucked in a breath and, as much as he wanted to have her just stand there so he could admire the breathtaking beauty she was, her reaction to his comment warned him the blackguard was not a subject they should discuss. To distract her, he stood and scooped her into his arms, kicking her garments aside as he kissed her, and moved them to the bed.

Hunt laid her gently on top of the counterpane. It was cool on her back after the warmth of the fireplace and Hunt’s kisses and caresses.

Diana smiled up at him as he rested one knee on the bed alongside her. “Am I to be the only one undressed, then?” She felt the slight blush from before returning to crawl up her body to her face.

“Not at all.” He untied the belt of his dressing gown and shrugged out of the garment. Her mouth dried up as her eyes wandered down his impressive, muscular body and landed on the very strong evidence of his desire.

She swallowed. “Um, do you think this is going to work?” She looked up to catch him swallowing a smile.

“Yes, my love, this will work. Have no fear. The good Lord knew what he was doing.”

Realizing that she was lying naked as the day she was born, stretched out on the bed while Hunt looked at her as if she was his next meal, she scooted over and pulled part of the counterpane over her.

“No, my sweet. No need to cover yourself.”

She blushed. “I’m cold.”

He pulled back the covers and joined her on the bed, causing her to edge farther back. “I have a remedy for that. A very satisfying, pleasurable remedy.” Reaching out, he took her hand and tugged her forward.

The fluttering inside her stomach increased as he moved her closer to him, and their hungry mouths met, Hunt’s warm body covering hers. His hand rubbed her shoulders gently, then made their way down her back to cup her derrière. “So soft, your skin is like silk.”

With his arm wrapped around her bottom, he shifted them so they were facing each other, laying side by side on the bed. He gently fingered a lock of her hair, sniffing it, then running it over his lips. “I want to take our time. We have all night.”

She, on the other hand, wanted to move things along. Grandmama had told her about a woman’s first time joining with a man, but even though she tried to make it sound wonderful, to Diana, it had all sounded very messy and painful.

“Stop thinking.” Hunt moved his hand up to cup her breast and run his thumb over her nipple. Diana closed her eyes as the wonderful sensation raced through her. Not wanting to just lie there like a lump of clay, she kissed the hollow of his neck, then moved her mouth down to playfully lick his flat dark nipple.

Hunt drew in a breath.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes.” He rolled over her and once more covered her breast with his warm, moist mouth. Her legs grew restless and, like it had the few times they kissed, the area between her legs felt swollen and damp. “Please.”

“What, my love?” He nibbled on her collarbone, his