Page 10 of My Lady Rake

She moaned softly, and her hips rocked slightly, opening herself to his touch. The movement was an invitation he wasn’t going to turn down. She arched back, her breasts offered to him. He suddenly wished for the talent to capture her in clay, her hills and hollows those of a classic nymph.

She pulled her gown and shift over her head, pins falling from her hair as she dropped it at his feet. Her smoky gaze latched onto his, daring him to please her. He slowly grinned and licked his lips as anticipation made him harder.

Never breaking their gaze, he answered her silent request. He stroked just below the bend of her hip then slid his hands around to grab her buttocks. She rocked again, gasping, the corner of her mouth lifting ever so slightly. Her quick, deep-throated laugh made his gut tighten, and her eyes widened, and darkened.

Foremost on his mind was her satisfaction, making certain she enjoyed their encounter to the fullest. He massaged her thighs and bottom, following the rhythm of her movements. Each forward roll brought her more firmly in contact with the hardness beneath his trousers. Slowly he let his thumbs circle, stroking her dark curls. His circles grew more focused. They reached for her dampness, pushing farther back.

She whimpered again, more pleadingly this time, but he just smiled. The play of emotions that danced across her face made him harder, still.

“Not yet,” His voice sounded husky. He wanted to let the tension build a bit more, make the payoff that much more intense.

He continued to toy with her. The little noises escaping her were driving his pulse wild. He wasn’t sure how much more he could stand.

He swirled his fingers in the slickness between her nether lips but avoided her bud.

“Please.” Her voice was just above a whisper.

With every little move, her body begged him to go on. She leaned back, her hands finding his knees to brace on. He continued to tease, encouraged by the panting breaths escaping her open mouth.

She suddenly jerked as she cried out, “I need you!” She still rocked against his hands.

“Not yet, baby. This is all you.” His trousers became uncomfortably tight, but he waited, continued to build the tension in her. “That’s right.”

Verity threw her head back, her eyes closed. Small growls from deep within her throat heated his core. He loved how much she was loving what he did. She lifted off his lap, grinding against his hands.

“Please…”

“Tell me.”

“I need…”

He stroked more slowly, taunting her. “You need what? Tell me what you want, Verity.”

He felt her opening clench his fingers and knew she was close. He pinched her hard nub, his eyes flicking between her face and her pink folds.

“I want you inside me,” she begged.

“Soon,” he promised as his hands probed. Her hips bucked, met each thrust of his fingers. “Come for me first, Verity.”

She bent back and froze. “Oh, God!”

The ecstasy on her face was erotic. He needed to feel that way.

“Now it’s my turn.” He pulled his hands free, lifted her as he stood, wrapping her legs around his waist. Her wet curls, slick against his belly, teased him with a promise. The scent of her arousal drove him mad. The staircase to her bedchamber seemed to lengthen as he climbed the steps with her in his arms. He was unable to cover the distance fast enough.

CHAPTER5

Sunlight streamed through the window, highlighting the bed. Verity clung to him as he bent and tossed back the coverlet, then lowered her to the sheets.

Verity reached for him, her naked body suddenly cold. Unable to take her eyes off St. Ervan’s perfect form, she watched him unfasten his pants and shove down his smallclothes, freeing his erection. He sat and tugged off his boots, stepped out of the pile of clothes at his feet and planted one knee on the bed. Quickly she scooted aside for him.

As he reached her, she slid her fingers up his side, tracing the muscles over his ribs. When he flinched away from her touch, a little devil awoke in her, and she laughed wickedly. “You’re ticklish?”

He caught her hand. “Young ladies who tickle might find themselves bottom up over a knee.”

She brought his hand to her mouth. “Oh, you like to play rough, do you?” She sucked in first one finger, then the next, tasting her juices on his skin. Rolling her tongue over the length of his ring finger, she kept her eyes on his face. She was grateful for the sunlight, needing to see him react to her touch.

“Honey, I’ll take you rough, easy, and all over again.” He stretched out beside her, one leg draped over hers. His hand toyed with her curls, then using just his fingertips he traced his way to her breasts. Both tingled in response, swelling and tightening as he circled one of her pale peach areolae.