Page 102 of The Viscount in her Bedroom
“Louisa.”
He said her name in that low, throaty way that made her insides turn to mush.
“That was my nightdress,” she said.
“I could tell. It was warm and smells like your skin.”
She sighed, letting rising pleasure wipe away any sad thoughts. “I’m sitting naked in the middle of this big bed.”
He didn’t move, only closed his eyes.
“And now I’m lying back and stretching my arms wide.”
He groaned. “What else?” he whispered.
“I’m unbraiding my hair and spreading it across my pillow.”
“Does it look like a fiery sunset?”
She blushed. “Yes.”
“Do the curls curve around your breasts?”
So he wanted even more detail. She warmed to the task. “Yes. And they tickle.”
“So your nipples are hard.”
She covered her face with her hands. Talking about such intimacy was more difficult than she’d imagined. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Touch them.”
She gasped, but she was caught in the spell of his intensity, the way he was leaning forward in his chair, so close to the bed.
She cupped her own breasts, but it was not the same as his hands on her, his desperation to have her. She needed him to touch her.
“I’m parting my thighs.”
With a growl, he rose to his feet, hovering over the bed.
“I need to see you,” she whispered, then realized how that might sound to a blind man. “Oh, Simon, I shouldn’t have said—”
He pulled his shirt over his head. “I take no offense, believe me. I’m flattered.”
His chest took her very breath away. It was wide, and scattered with blond hair, and sculpted with muscle from his rowing. They’d shared the most basic intimacy between a man and woman, yet she hadn’t even seen him nude.
“Now your trousers,” she said, and her voice was almost a squeak.
He grinned. He unbuttoned and dropped them to the floor. His drawers poked toward her in a very obvious way. “Don’t tell me you want me to leave these on.”
She licked her lips. “Remove them.”
He bent over as he slid them down, and she was disappointed that she didn’t see the rest of him yet. She knew he was shedding his shoes and socks. When he stood up, she sucked in her breath. His penis hung large and full and it was a shock to think it had fit inside her.
And then he walked away, down to the end of the bed. She came up on her elbows to appreciate the movement of his buttocks. He ran his fingers along the bed, then rounded the post to the end. He put both hands on the bed, leaning toward her.
Her breath faded away in excitement.
“Are your legs still spread?” he asked.
