When a Rogue Meets His Match - Elizabeth Hoyt Page 0,77
it.”
“When?”
He calculated how soon he could get the moneys from his bank. It would nearly beggar him, but the only other way meant the death of her brother. He couldn’t make that move quite yet. “In four days’ time.”
She looked momentarily conflicted. Then she raised her chin. “Very well.”
“Let’s not talk money now.” He held out a hand to her.
She sauntered to the tub. “I thought you might want company?”
Her words were bold, but her fingers trembled as she laid them in his palm.
“I do,” he said, pulling her closer.
“Do you?” she asked, breathless, as she bent to him.
He slid his hand into her hair, leaving behind a wet trail on her skin. As if he’d marked her as his. The thought made his cock pulse with need.
“Take this off,” he rasped, his voice gravel-rough, tugging at the ribbon that held the wrapper closed.
She let the garment fall to the floor before she pulled her nightgown over her head. And then she stood before him, nude.
Beautiful, nude, and, in this moment, his.
He let himself look. From sweetly curved breasts to the indent of her belly to the long, smooth lines of her hips. To the black bush between her thighs, red lips peeking out from the curls.
When he glanced up at her, her cheeks were almost as red.
“Join me,” he whispered.
She looked doubtfully at the bathtub. “It’s too full. The water will spill out if I get in.”
He pulled her closer. “I don’t care.”
She braced her hand on his shoulder and stepped into the water, her legs straddling his. She hesitated, standing there as if uncertain how to proceed.
“Like this,” he murmured, tugging her closer. “Sit down facing me.”
She folded her legs, the splash of water on the tiles loud as she lowered herself. It was a tight fit, but in a moment she was on his lap and he was too busy gathering her plump breasts into his hands to care. Her soft arse was nestled right against his cock and balls, torturing him with temptation.
She lifted the farthing on the chain about his neck. “Do you never take this off?”
He pushed the thought of his dead brother away. “Never.”
“It must be important to you if you hold it so dear.” Her gray eyes searched his.
He shook his head, refusing to answer, and watched her eyes grow a little sad.
Then she leaned toward him, offering her lips, and he took them. Her mouth was sweet and hot and she suckled on his tongue as he flicked her nipples with his thumbs. Her hands were braced on his shoulders, and he felt her nails digging into his skin and didn’t care.
He didn’t care about anything save her at the moment.
He lifted his head to draw breath, to try to still the beating of his heart, to slow down, but he’d lost all reason, it seemed. He dipped his right hand into the water, feeling her maiden hair curl about his fingers, delicate and fine.
“Gideon,” she moaned. “Oh, Gideon.”
His name, whispered on her rose-pink lips, was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard.
He trailed his fingers into her valley, finding that little pearl sitting at the top of her slit. He caught it and rolled the nub between his fingers, bracing her back with his arm as she arched. She tried to widen her legs, but the tub was confining.
He stroked into her depths with his middle finger, feeling her heated velvet flesh catch and hold him.
God, he wanted his cock there instead.
But he was a canny man. A man who could wait and bide his time for the perfect moment. He thrust into her with one hand—slowly, gently—as he pinched her pearl with the other.
She moaned, loud in the quiet room, and it came to him that the door was not locked. That Keys or Reggie or one of his other men might come at any moment to see if he wanted more hot water.
He should quit and bundle her together. Take her away to hide her nakedness.
But he couldn’t. His prick was rampant between them, hard and demanding. The ruddy thing seemed to pound with need.
He turned his head to kiss her jaw. “Come for me, darling.”
She bit her lip as if in agony, and he pressed down on her clitoris, rubbing in a gentle circle.
“Oh,” she said. “Please.”
He felt a spike of desire and had to steady himself. Not yet.
She gripped his shoulders hard, her eyes closed tightly, her lips parted, her head thrown back.