Winter's Whispers (The Wicked Winters #10) - Scarlett Scott Page 0,40
the first time, he found himself at a loss for which part of her to worship first.
He decided upon her mouth. Damn Chilton for kissing her earlier. It was time for Blade to reclaim what was his. He traced a path around her wide, full pout. “These lips are mine tonight. No one else’s.”
He traced over the seam.
She swallowed. Her lips parted. And then she took him by complete surprise. That pink tongue of hers darted out. She licked the pad of his finger. His knees almost buckled. He felt the sear of that lick in his ballocks.
She had a wicked side, his Lady Felicity.
He wholeheartedly approved.
Blade lowered his head, settling his lips on hers. Gently at first. He kissed the corners of her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, her ear. Her hair was a silken curtain falling over her throat. He grabbed a handful and gently urged her head back, baring her throat for him. And he feasted upon her.
She tasted as sweet as she smelled. He could not get enough. He sucked on her flesh, not hard enough to make a mark, ever mindful of his vow he would keep her reputation from being ruined. No one could know.
“Mr. Winter,” she whispered.
“Blade,” he corrected, licking the hollow behind her ear until she shivered. “No formality between us. Not tonight.”
Not ever, he wanted to say. But that, too, was foolish. Wrong. Tonight was all they could have.
Was it not?
Her hands, which had settled on his shoulders, moved, skimming over his chest. Igniting a fire in their wakes. “Blade.”
God, his name on her lips. Uttered in her husky voice. It was enough to bring a man to his knees. And he would be on his knees for her soon if he had his way. He would be relentless, making her come undone. Licking her until she spent.
“Yes, love.”
“If I am to call you Blade tonight,” she said, breathless, “then you must call me Felicity.”
He nipped her collarbone. “Felicity.”
He liked the familiarity of it on his tongue. Liked having her here, in his arms. Wanted more than just tonight.
Impossible warned the voice inside him. One of reason, likely. And yet, it did not feel impossible here in this moment with her. Nothing did.
He traced the second set of buttons keeping him from paradise. The gown suggested the dire straits of her family more than her other wardrobe did. Though it possessed some dainty lace at the wrists and throat, he noticed places where tiny, even stitches had replaced tears. It was well-worn, this nightgown, almost transparent over her luscious breasts.
He treated it with care, though every part of him longed to tear it to oblivion. At long last, the fullness of her bosom, delineated by a creamy swath of skin, was revealed. He caressed her through the thin fabric. Though he had seen this part of her before, he wanted to go slow. To savor this night, these precious hours he could claim.
“Your name is beautiful,” he said, mesmerized by every part of her, by the sheer dream of having her in his chamber alone. “As beautiful as you are.”
Her nipples were hard buds beneath the linen. He weighed her breasts in his palms and rubbed the peaks with his thumbs until she gasped, arching her back.
Her opened lips were a new invitation.
One he seized. He lowered his head and kissed her. No matter how many times he had her mouth beneath his, the fire roaring through him was the same. He was out of control, burning for her.
She sighed and her arms wound around his neck. He deepened the kiss, their tongues tangling. That was when he knew he would do anything to have this woman.
And he would do anything to keep her.
Chapter Ten
He kissed beautifully. Kissed away the memory of another man’s lips on hers. Desire was potent and heady, rivaling with the despair that this was all she could ever know. That this one night was all she could ever have with him.
And while he was often so smug and arrogant, flashing her those roguish grins and feeding her those sinful promises, the expression on his handsome countenance when he had opened the door earlier would not leave her mind. He had seemed astounded and awed. The way he touched her, took her in his arms, was reverent.
Beneath his wicked bluster was a man with a tender heart if anyone cared to look and find it, she was sure. Oh, how she wished she could be that woman.
But