Page 74 of To Love A Spy
She swayed, and had to brace her palm on his chest to keep her leg from buckling. Her own wrapper unraveled, baring her breasts.
Lynsley went utterly still. Not a sound, not a breath stirred between them. He might have been carved of stone, save for the sudden flicker of his gaze.
And then a groan wrenched from his throat.
Valencia looked down at the rumpled silk of his dressing gown. And felt her breath catch in her throat.
So—he was not impervious to carnal urges.
Driven by a devilish desire, she tore open the fabric and touched his rising desire.
“Oh, you wicked, wicked woman,” he rasped.
Shewaswicked. Wanton. Willful.And wild with need.The passion she had thought long extinguished inside her burst back into flames.
“Tell me that you want me, Thomas,” she whispered. Her teeth nipped the corner of his mouth. “Just a little?”
“God help me.” Lynsley angled his face upward, the candlelight gilding his lashes in molten gold. For an instant, she saw longing in his eyes, the same fierce desire that swirled in her own veins. “I have never in my life wanted anything more.”
His hands framed her face. The world held still for a brief instant and then he drew her down into a kiss.
“Thomas.” Longing flooded through very fiber of her being.
His self-control seemed to melt at the tentative touch of their lips. “Val-kyrie,” he whispered, his hold on her no longer gentle. His nails dug into her flesh, his mouth demanded that she yield to him.
Yes, yes, yes.Their tongues touched for the first time, and she nearly swooned as a purely primal jolt of pleasure shot through her. Mindless to all else but the need to feel his body impressed against hers, Valencia wriggled out of her wrapper and kicked it aside. Silk ripped in a ragged sigh as she pulled the dressing gown down from his shoulders. His hands left her for a fleeting moment, leaving them connected by only the deepening kiss.
It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. She moaned against his mouth, having no coherent words to express her longing. Only his name seemed to have any shape.
“Thomas.” Breaking away from his lips, she said it over and over again as her mouth traced the slant of his cheeks, the line of his jaw.
Lynsley pushed up from the leather chair, his arousal pressing against her thigh, and lifted her into his arms. Suddenlyweightless, she felt herself spun through the air. A giddy laugh bubbled up in her throat and then burst free.
His voice joined hers, a low gutteral noise. Stripped away was all semblance of the polished patrician. Raw need pulsed from every pore.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Valencia urged him on with a nip to his shoulder.
He whirled for the bed, stumbling in his haste. Limbs tangled, they fell against the paneled door.
She laughed again, twisting against and wrapping her legs around his hips.
“Make love to me,” Her voice hovered somewhere between a plea and a command. “Here. Now.”
Lynsley had heard the words before, in countless terrible, taunting dreams. He held his breath for an instant, hardly daring to believe they were now real. And yet, her sun-bronzed skin was bucking against his body, her need as demanding and desperate as his own.
In his finespun fantasies, he had taken his time, kissing and caressing every lovely dip and curve of her body, drawing out the exquisite anticipation of joining their bodies in lovemaking.
“Oh, God.” His mouth touched for a moment on her throat, the rapidfire beat of her heart pulsing against his lips. “I want you so badly, I think I might break apart into a thousand pieces.”
“Not before you make me whole.” She hitched herself higher, pressing her wet warmth against him. “I’ve waited half a lifetime—don’t make me ask again.”
Right or Wrong?Suddenly the arguments seemed meaningless. All that mattered wasHere and Now.
With a clenched cry, he pulled her closer.
Valencia arched to meet him, and in the next instant they were joined as one.
You and Me.That was his last coherent thought. Time unraveled. A moment passed—or was it an eternity—and then he came apart, shattering into a glorious, glittering oblivion as she echoed his cry.
