Page 12 of My Lady Rake
She looked into his eyes and saw emotions she didn’t recognize, but guessed they matched the ones stirring inside her. Her heart rate jumped up a notch. With a whimper she clutched his face and pressed her lips to his.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she tangled her fingers in his thick hair. Her tongue traced his lips, flicked the edge of his teeth before delving deeper into his heat. She couldn’t get enough of his taste, his breath. A need was building, wanting him inside her, yet she wanted to be inside him.
His voice rumbled from deep within him, vibrating against her skin. With a growl he pushed her onto her back, planting his hands above her shoulders. Shadows hid his eyes but she felt them bore into her, looking beyond the surface. She was certain he could see her soul, see the depth of what she felt at that moment. She’d only agreed to spend time with him a few weeks ago. How had he become so important to her existence in a single afternoon?
Slowly, St. Ervan bent his arms and he rubbed his nose beneath her right ear. She heard him inhale and the primal act, like a wolf recognizing his mate, sent gooseflesh down her sides. With the tip of his tongue, he lapped at the skin beneath her jaw. Verity moaned. Would she ever get enough of him?
He nibbled her earlobe above her earring. He arched back to study her face. When she caught his eye he smiled, a lazy, flirty grin.
Her heart fluttered. Damn. No man should be this sexy. It wasn’t fair to womankind. She wasn’t used to this kind of seduction, this mental connection. He was disrupting her mind. Her entire being.
“You are so beautiful.” He lowered himself to one elbow, lying across her chest. His free hand smoothed the hair off her forehead. With his index finger, he traced her brows, outlined her eye and trailed down to her mouth.
He tugged gently at the fullness of her lower lip and she opened for him. Her tongue met the tip of his finger and she sucked it in. The taste of herself on him, the smell of their passion on his skin drove a spike right through her core. Her hips pressed against him.
“You want something?” St. Ervan cocked a brow, that one-sided grin returning. “You want something a little bigger to suck on?”
She grunted around his finger and rolled her tongue beneath it.
St. Ervan pulled his hand away and captured her lips with his. His tongue drove in deep, hard, bruising her lips against her teeth. If possible, this kiss was needier than their first.
He left her suddenly to lie down on his back, kicking off the sheet. “I am all yours to do with as you wish.”
Verity felt heat pool between her legs at the thought. She rolled to her knees and took her time looking him over. His long slender feet were tensed, waiting. His legs splayed open. His narrow hips and waist were perfect for riding, while his chest offered plenty of muscles to explore.
Her only dilemma was where to begin.
She longed to taste what she had missed during their first round. She shifted down the bed and her mouth found what it sought—his warm, hard erection.
The sound of air rushing past his teeth encouraged her, sped her breathing.
She smiled. It felt so good to please him, building her need as it did his. She wanted him inside her, but she wanted to make this last. Emotions warred within her. It was a losing battle. Her body was ready for him. Much sooner than she planned, she straddled him. A sense of fullness battled the tension coiled within her.
St. Ervan grasped her thighs, lifted his hips and drove deeper still. His hands on her hips controlled her speed.
She whimpered. “St. Ervan…”
“Damn, you are so hot, woman.”
“Oh God…I’m so close…”
“Yes,” he growled and pumped harder.
She gasped, driving harder against him, needing release. Now.
“Come with me,” he urged.
She let herself go and felt as much as heard his moan of pleasure.
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St.Ervan awoke beside her. He lay there in the dawning light and watched her lips which were turned up in a soft smile. He wished he knew what would guarantee that she would always sleep that way.
Her hair tangled over her face. She had one arm curled beneath the pillow, holding it to her. One leg had kicked out from under the sheet, teasing him with a glimpse of her porcelain skin. Higher on that hip, hidden beneath the sheet, was the pale flesh that blossomed over her gently curved ass and the nest of curls hiding his new favorite midnight snack.
His cock stirred and he slipped out of bed rather than wake her. Pulling on his trousers, he went in search of the rest of his clothes, which he found in the drawing room. Not long after he finished buttoning his waistcoat, Verity’s housekeeper appeared in the doorway.
“Good morning, my lord.” She looked nonplussed at finding a strange man dressing in her lady’s drawing room. Did she know who he was, or was she guessing he was nobility.