Page 79 of Rogue of My Heart

He slid his hand to her waist and pulled her to him. “You have no idea how long I wondered about the length of your legs,” he murmured. He licked and nipped at her neck. “Or the precise shade of your nipples. I thought about that as well.”

“Edmond, that isn’t proper.”

“It is what men think about.”

He continued to nuzzle her neck, nibbling and licking along the silky column of her throat.

He grabbed her chin and tilted it so they could make eye contact. He loved how tall she was, that he didn’t have to stoop to reach her mouth, yet shorter enough that she had to look upward. “I find an enormous amount of satisfaction in knowing that the rest of the rakes in London will never know the answers to those questions.” He bent to suck a nipple into his mouth, then treated the other to the same treatment until they were both stiff peaks. “They are the shade of the light-pink roses that bloom behind my parents’ home.”

Still holding her chin in place, he lowered his mouth to hers. He moved his lips across hers, little nipping kisses just to tease, get her used to him touching her. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Her hands came up to grip his biceps, holding him in place.

That’s when he slid his tongue against the seam of her mouth, asking for entrance, which she granted with a whimper. The depths of her mouth were warm, tasting of coffee and sinful promises. God, how he wanted to have her wrap that mouth of hers around him, that tongue that swiped up against his to slide up and down his cock. He was so hard at the moment, it was a wonder he hadn’t frightened her. She had to be able to feel the length of him pressing against her belly.

Then she surprised him by reaching into his drawers and wrapping her fingers around the steely length of him. He hissed out a breath.

They continued kissing, taking and giving, learning each other. Their tongues caressed and slid, and battled one another. It was the most erotic kissing he’d ever experienced. Her fingers continued to explore his cock while her other hand worked to rid him of his clothing.

He deepened their kiss, taking what he wanted from her mouth as he walked her backwards to the bed. Still he fondled her breast, and the erotic little noises coming from her throat were enough to send him over the edge. If he were a lesser man, with less control. He slowed the kiss, then stepped away from her. He kicked off his remaining clothing and stood still for a moment so she could see him.

Desire burned bright and hot in her cobalt eyes, and she looked somewhat dazed. She wanted him, there was no denying that.

“You are so hard and strong everywhere,” she said. She trailed a hand down his chest, mapping his muscles.

His flesh heated as her gaze roamed over his chest. Blatant feminine appreciation and desire transformed her eyes, the black of her pupils swallowing the blue.

He forced himself to take a fortifying breath.

Against her fair skin, the flush of her arousal had stained her chest and cheeks. Her nipples had darkened, standing out boldly, daring, no, begging him to look. As he visually perused them, they puckered even tighter. He reached out and cupped one breast, relishing the weight of it in his palm. Her flesh was warm to the touch, and as he kneaded her sensitive flesh, she closed her eyes, and her mouth fell open.

One of her hands went to his bare abdomen and as he sucked her harder, her fingers tightening on his flesh. Her nails scraped across his skin. He liked that she hadn’t asked to touch him. Just reached her hand out and gripped him because she wanted to, or simply needed to put her hands on him.

He kissed her again. His tongue swirled into her mouth and melded to hers in a passionate dance that nearly boiled his blood. Her feminine sounds of pleasure tested his control, but he was determined to take his time and to give her as much pleasure as he could.

Her breasts pressed against his chest and he could feel her hardened nipples scraping against his skin. “I’ve never been this hard, Charlotte. Never wanted a woman more.”

“I want you too,” she said.

He gripped her hips. “Did you mother have that special conversation with you before your wedding night, my wife?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“So you know how it is between a man and a woman? In bed?”

“Yes.” Then she giggled. “She never told me about relations up against a wall.”

“I should have been more gentle for your first time.”

She shook her head.

“It was perfect. I needed to feel how much you wanted me.”

“I bet your mother left out a few other details.” He caught Charlotte’s gaze and stared into her eyes.

She swallowed visibly. “Like what?”

He licked his lips and pulled her tighter to him, still gripping her hips. “I can’t decide what wicked thing to do to you first. There are so many scenarios I’ve played in my mind for years. Wanting you from afar. Watching you flirt with every damned fool in London. Did you know I still wanted you?” His voice came out harsher than intended. He loosened his fingers and reached behind her to grab the rounded globes of her bottom.

“No, I didn’t know,” she said, her eyes wide, her lips parted. “I’ve always thought you did not like me very much.” She swallowed again. “What wicked things?”