Page 17 of My Lady Rake

“Not yet,” he gasped, lifting her to her feet. “I want to be inside you the first time I come.”

As she reveled in the wordsfirst time, he pulled her onto the bed like she weighed nothing, rolling onto his hip beside her. When she tried to turn toward him, he pushed her back. “Let me look. You’re beautiful. So beautiful.”

One hand drew a lazy path around her swollen breast, down the curve of her waist and across her belly. His magic touch burned in such a good way, but she couldn’t help from tensing with the knowledge he could see her fleshy belly. She was silly to be self-conscious now, but she couldn’t help it.

“Relax.” He planted a kiss on the flesh below her navel. “I plan to get to know every inch of you. You might as well get used to the idea.”

The tip of his tongue circled her navel before diving in. It aroused her as much as if he’d touched her throbbing nub. Her hips jerked. Her legs parted slightly.

St. Ervan grinned. “I seem to have found a sensitive spot. I’ll remember that.”

He shifted on the bed and nibbled at her breast, reaching across to pinch the nipple on the other one. Flames shot through her, surprising her that her nipples were so sensitive, so reactive.

She grasped his biceps as if to keep him there, when what she really wanted was for him to explore lower. Her hips rocked and her knees rose, letting her legs fall wide open. “I want you to…touch me…”

His palm brushed over her belly and ran down her hip, avoiding her heated center. “Where?”

She bucked again. “Oh, yes, there…”

His fingers curved over her inner thigh, stroking upward, but again moving away before reaching her wet heat.

“St. Ervan, please…”

“Please what?” He nipped at her breast, flicked his tongue over her nipple and ran his fingers through the curls at the apex of her thighs.

“Please touch me.”

“You said that already. Touch you where?”

Her frustration built until she wanted to grab his hand, plant it on her damp curls and shout,here.Instead, she showed him. With her center fingers, she reached down and split her lower lips, finding wetness and heat. “Like this.”

He growled and scooted between her legs. Spreading her lips, he encouraged her to continue. “Let me watch.”

Verity looked away, scrunching her eyes closed. She’d never touched herself for anyone. Even with Levi, it wasn’t something she could share. Meeting his gaze again she saw how much he wanted her. For him, she could do it. Dipping two fingers into her juices, she spread them around, splitting her fingers to go around her swollen nub. She gasped. His gaze was like an extra hand down there, touching, stroking.

She pinched her nub, imagining he was the one doing so. Flicked a fingernail over the sensitive spot. Then pushed her fingers deep inside and fucked herself with them.

“That’s it,” he said.

When she pulled her fingers out, she felt his tongue lap the juices escaping her. Moving her hand away, she rocked into his mouth, desperate for the feel of his tongue inside her.

His tongue plunged deep and stroked her slowly. As good as it was, it was also torture, dragging out the act when she wanted quick and naughty. “Faster. I want you to fuck me faster.”

“Not yet. Let it build. We’ve got all night.”

“But I want to come right now. Then I want more.” She was becoming a wanton fiend, craving it every waking moment.

She didn’t care, as long as it didn’t stop.

St. Ervan lifted himself and inched his way up, kissing, licking and just breathing as he went. “You’ll get more. You’ll get all I have to offer.”

She only barely caught the last of what he said. His teeth on her nipple took all her awareness. Rolling the sensitive flesh, then biting just to the point of pain, he made her realize how sensitive her breasts really were.

Stabbing lances of arousal reached the places she was used to feeling, and new places, too. Her palms itched to feel the heat of his skin. It startled her to find his body temperature so cool from the night air when she ran her hands over the sculpted muscles of his back. He nibbled at her collarbone and she reached for his buttocks, cupping her hands and drawing him up.

“Fuck me, now, please,” she begged.

He rose up on his arms. “Fuck me now, who? I want you to say my name.”