Page 49 of Sir Hugo Seeks a Wife
“Is that what you want?”
She thought about it.“I’m not sure.”
“You’re deuced skittish.”He stroked the hair back from her face.“I don’t want to frighten you away.”
The light touch made her tremble.“So you’re leaving everything to me?”
“Not everything.”Humor turned his blue eyes brilliant.“But I’ll let you set the pace.At least until I can’t bear it anymore.”
Her lips quirked.“Such a hero.”
“I’d like to be your hero.”
“You are,” she said, before remembering that declarations were unwise.Hugo had the power to shred her soul in a way that vain, shallow George never had, and somehow she’d need to continue on without him, once the affair was over.That meant doing her best to protect herself.But how could she do that, when he stared at her as if she were the culmination of all his dreams and he couldn’t believe his luck in finding her?
“Don’t look at me like that,” she murmured, trailing her hands down his ribs and feeling his chest move as he inhaled.
“I can’t help it.”
This close, she realized that he was on the brink of bursting into flame.Her nostrils filled with male heat, tinged with cedar soap.There was something primitive and exciting in smelling how much he wanted her.Beneath her caress, his heart thundered.“You look—”
“As though I’m lost in your spell?”
“Yes,” she whispered, stroking upward again.It was such a luxury to touch him like this.From their first encounter, she’d wanted to explore his superb body.Now there was nobody to see and nobody to interrupt them.
He breathed in great audible gusts.“But I am.”
So am I.
Athene spread the vee of his robe to reveal more of his chest.It was broad and firm and scattered with gilt hair that caught the light.This time she touched him skin on skin.Heat blasted her, concentrated in the pit of her stomach, made her drunk on his nearness.Her lips parted, as she struggled to drag air into empty lungs.He literally took her breath away.
Relishing the delicious friction against her palms, she combed her hands through his chest hair.Desperate to taste him, she skimmed her lips along his breastbone.His skin held a tinge of salt.She kissed a line across to one of his nipples.He bit back a groan, as she scraped her teeth over the flat bronze disk.
His alluring scent was richer, now that she was so close.She nuzzled, drawing that essence deep inside her.He smelled like everything good in the world.Rain.Horses.Mown grass.
Wanting more, Athene reached to untie the sash securing the extravagant robe.When it parted to reveal his body, her gaze dropped to his dick, rising eager and powerful from a nest of dark gold curls.“My goodness, you’re big all over,” she said, impressed.“May I touch you?”
“God, yes.”His hands fisted at his sides.
“Wondering what you look like naked has tortured me.”
“Now you know, lass.”
“Beautiful.”She shaped tentative fingers around that rock-hard column of flesh.It was like holding the secret of life in her hand.He was searingly hot, and she felt his longing to be inside her.
He tilted his hips forward to encourage her.“Men aren’t beautiful.”
“You are.”She inched up toward where the head glistened with his burgeoning excitement.With a long, heartfelt groan, he swelled in her grip.
When she tightened her clasp, he caught her hand.“Stop.”
Surprised, she gave up watching what she was doing and stared into his face.“Don’t you like it?”
George had.George had taught her how to do this.She’d assumed that it would please Hugo as well.
He didn’t look pleased.He looked on the brink of shattering.“Too much.”
“Ah.”He didn’t want to spill in her hand.
