Page 90 of His Betrothed
Chapter 25
Spencer must have sensed something, because he slowly turned and looked at her, his gaze heating as it moved down her body. Neither of them breathed.
With trembling fingers Roselyn loosened the laces of her smock, then let it slide down to the floor. He inhaled a breath that widened and lifted his chest, and the sweet softening of his gaze made her feel all strange and wobblyinside.
“Rose,” he breathed, lifting a hand toward her.
She walked forward and placed her hand in his. They stood still, just a single candle flickering at the bedside table, their hands joined the way she so desperately wanted their bodies joined.
Spencer pulled her against him, and she gasped at the rough feel of his garments against her bare flesh. He caught her face between his hands andleaned down to kiss her, so softly, sogently, that she sighed her pleasure.
“Rose, are you sure?” he whispered against her lips.
In answer she spread the laces of his shirt and pressed her mouth against his chest. With a groan, he held her tight to him, and shuddered in her arms as she licked his nipples. How she savored the knowledge that she could affect him, how much pleasure she took intouching him!
Roselyn removed his garments one by one, then stepped again into his embrace, moaning at the heat of his skin down the length of her body. She looped her arms around his neck and stretched on tiptoes to kiss him. As his tongue joined hers, she felt a growing ache inside herself, a restlessness for more. She wanted to be one with his body, to feel a part of him.
Spencer gently pushedher backward onto the bed, holding her so she didn’t fall. She held out her arms to him, but instead of lowering his weight onto her, he stretched out at her side.
She gave a little moan of disappointment and turned toward him, but he pressed her back onto the bed.
“We’re here for the night,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss between her breasts. “I promise not to rush this time.”
She hadn’tfelt he’d rushed the first time he’d made love to her, but her protests died whenhe closed his mouth over her nipple and suckled her.
A fierce burst of pleasure spread out through her, and she stiffened beneath him. Over and over he licked and kissed her, until her body moved restlessly, no longer obeying her. He turned to her other breast, and with a moan, she ran her fingers through his softhair and held him to her.
His free hand caressed her hips, her thighs. When he parted her knees, she thought he would rise above her, but instead his fingers teased the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, moving nearer, nearer to the center of her, until her body quivered with excitement and longing and uncertainty.
Suddenly his fingers slid into the curls between her thighs, and she stiffenedat the wave of passion that shimmered through her body.
“Easy,” he murmured against her breast. “You’ll enjoy this.”
Their gazes met, and his was filled with the knowledge of what he could make her feel, if only she’d let him. She relaxed, and was rewarded with the most exquisite feelings of pleasure as he began to stroke her, his fingers sinking inside her, then moving out again to circle andtease and press.
Roselyn felt the buildup of such a mindless,driving urgency that she was drowning in it, overwhelmed. Every caress of his tongue against her nipples, every probe of his fingers between her thighs, made her feel ever more desperate, ever more tense, until suddenly everything she was seemed to come apart in the most wonderful sensation of all. Only afterward, when she was tremblingand sated, did she open her eyes.
Spencer’s forearm rested against her chest, and his chin rested on that. His smile held warmth and humor and something else, something so soft and genuine she was afraid to think about it.
She blushed. “That was…that was…”
“Your firstrealexperience with lovemaking,” he said softly, giving her a crooked grin.
“I hadn’t thought so, but…I guess you’re right.I didn’t know I could…feel that way.”
“MightIfeel that way now?” he asked, his voice growing husky.
She smiled and put her arms around him. “Oh yes, please.”
But instead of rising above her, he rolled onto his back. “Come here.”
“I don’t understand,” she whispered as her gaze strayed down his candlelit body.
“Come up on your knees and straddle me,” he said.
Roselyn felt awkward and silly,but she did as he asked, then caught her breath as she settled against his erection. His soft groan affected her as much as if he’d caressed her. Then he did, reaching up to cup and play with her breasts. Between her legs, he throbbed and seemed to grow even larger, and she again felt the shudder of rising desire.
“Guide me inside you,” Spencer said, his voice strained.
