Page 75 of His Betrothed
“God, yes,” he said, and with a tug her gown fell to her waist.
Her smock was so wet she could see her nipples throughit. She felt Spencer lean over her shoulder, and his gaze took in her near-nakedness while he pressed soft kisses against her shoulder and neck.
The knowledge that her body could hold power over him overwhelmed yet strengthened her.
“Spencer—”
Her gown fell in a heap at her feet, leaving her clothed in only the soaking wet smock. The rain continued to fall around them, cooling the heat of theday, but inflaming the heat building inside her.
“Please,” she moaned, “let me face you—”
“Not yet.” His whisper trailed across her back as his hands skimmed down to her waist. The tugging began again, and she watched, holding her breath, as the smock moved downher shoulders, clung wetly to her breasts, then dropped into the grass.
Cool rain suddenly beat against her back as he stepped away.
“Face me now,” he said, and though his voice was as harsh as a command, she knew he begged her.
And that was all it took. Roselyn turned to see his tense, passionate face, illuminated by the weak light spilling from her cottage window. His hot eyes seared her as they explored her body, lingering on her breasts. She clenched her hands against the rock wall, the only thing that held her up.
Spencer’sgaze dropped lower, and she knew he gazed at where her thighs joined, the part of her that felt so hot and throbbing and needy. Never had she wanted this joining of a man’s body to hers, craved it more than her own breath.
“Yes,” he whispered. “This is what you looked like that night—all wet and glistening and too beautiful for poets to imagine.”
Her throat tightened, tears stung her eyes—butit must be only the rain dripping down her face. She remained still as he limped toward her, tugging at the laces of his shirt.
“I have seen you wearing nothing,” she whispered, as he pulled the shirt over his headand dropped it to the ground. “But it was not the same as this.”
“This what?” His voice caught.
“This—this—this wonderful torment. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel so—so—”
“Achy?” he asked hoarsely.
Her mouth dropped open when his hands went to the fastenings of his breeches.
“Does everything inside you feel hot and heavy?” He slid the snug breeches over his hips and down his thighs. The splint fell away with his garments.
“Yes…” She watched with wide eyes as his erection spilled free and hung heavy before her.
He came closer, and her gaze rose to his face. Shegave a little gasp as their lower bodies brushed, then pressed. Spencer slid his arm around her waist, holding her close.
Roselyn felt as if she were falling backward, and she clung to his shoulders.
He kissed her hair, her brow, her lips, arching her farther and farther over his arm. His lips taunted her throat, trailed across her wet skin, then closed over her nipple.
The world spun wildlyas she cried out and clung to him. His hot mouth on her rain-cooled breast sent stabs of pleasure shooting throughout her body, until she was mindless and moaning beneath him. When she thought shecould take no more without bursting into a thousand pieces, he moved to her other breast and started all over again.
The urge to rub herself against him, hip to hip, overpowered her. She had never feltsuch a sensation before, and was almost frightened of it. With a groan she pressed against him, his hard arousal nudging between her legs. She spread her thighs, guided by a primitive need she’d never experienced before.
He half groaned, half laughed against her breasts. “Not like this. I’ll fall on top of you.”
“I want you on top of me.”
He lifted his head to stare into her eyes as his smiledied. He turned her and she felt the world rush away as she fell back, caught in his hands, crushing daisies beneath her. Their scent wafted around them as he followed her down, pressing his body the length of hers.
With a moan she brought her knees up and settled him where she wanted him, hot between her thighs, rubbing against the womanly places that throbbed for him. She could have drownedin the dark seas of his eyes, so much did she yearn to be a part of him.
He brought his mouth down on hers, and as his tongue thrust into her mouth, so did he bury his shaft deep inside her.
