Page 62 of The Seduction of Lord Sin
“You’ve ruined so many of my clothes already. Tonight, the only one I want ruining my clothes is your mistress.” He rose and called Bella to follow him. She went without complaint.
“Even Bella loves you,” Charlotte laughed as she rolled on to her side.
“She’s not going to love me if she can’t sleep in your room with us, is she?”
“Put her in the bathing chamber and we can let her out after.”
Sin winked. “After?”
Charlotte loved the twinkle in his eye. She rose to her feet and undid the sash on her robe and let it flutter to the floor. She laughed out loud as Sin hurried to put Bella in the other room before returning to sit on the end of the bed.
He sat soaking in the beauty of the woman before him. She would become his wife. Her life would meld with his just as surely as her body would tonight. For once he claimed her there would be no turning back. She would be his.
And only his.
The knowledge shook him. The profound truth that he loved her soaked into his blood like a virulent fever.
Charlotte slowly lowered the strap of her shift off one shoulder.
Sin stilled, barely breathing in case she stopped. He was desperate to feast on the secrets of her body. He’d had one taste already, but now he wanted the banquet.
She slipped the second strap from her other shoulder and the shift fell to her waist. He saw her firm breasts, pert and plump. His mouth watered. He closed his eyes on a silent groan when Charlotte cupped her breasts, running her thumbs over her dusty rose nipples until they tightened into hardened buds.
Heat consumed him. The delights of her body were succulently displayed. His eyes flew open, scared to miss any inch of her.
When she ran her hands down her sides to where the shift was caught on her lower curves, he prayed she would not stop. He wasn’t disappointed. She pushed the material down over her curvaceous hips until the silk slid silently to pool on the floor around her feet.
Her derriere, plump and firm, could drive a man wild. Her long legs evoked dreams of the pleasure he would find when they wrapped around him.
He clenched his jaw to stifle his gasp. Charlotte was a real-life fantasy. Her hand moved to span her flat stomach before erotically sliding lower to rest in the silky curls between her thighs.
Excitement sped through him like a drug at the thought of watching her take her pleasure.
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Charlotte stood naked before the man who owned her heart and knew she’d never again feel as if she was invisible. His eyes, dark and burning, focused totally on her, his hunger and need clearly visible.
Warmth infused every inch of her as she realized Sin was looking at her exactly how James, in unguarded moments, looked at Flora. With a ferocious hunger.
Her skin tingled with excitement and a hint of apprehension. He leapt from the bed like a prowling panther, his hair shone like blue-black coal in the candlelight.
He reached for her; palm curving about her jaw, he tipped up her face, drew her close. He studied her eyes—as if searching for a truth. She didn’t even contemplate hiding herself from him.
He moved to stand before her. “You know you’re mine. Since the morning I rescued you from the adder, you’ve belonged to me.”
Her gaze focused on his lips. “I dreamed of being yours.” She watched, mesmerized, as he drew in another breath. He opened his lips to speak again, but she silenced him.
She stretched up, drew his head down, brought her lips close to his and murmured, “I’ve always been yours. All my life, I’ve been waiting for you. We both had to go through heartache to find each other.”
He covered her lips with his, kissing her voraciously, all-consuming. Hands splaying, sliding over her bare skin like a whispered caress. Reverent. Worshipping. Claiming...
He closed his arms about her, pulling her close, molding her to him. Any chance of stopping him died the instant she’d set eyes upon his face, on all he said in just one hot, burning gaze.
Naked in his arms, she clung, and returned his kisses greedily, avidly—flagrantly encouraged him to seize, take, and claim.
Halting, he asked, his voice a husky promise, “Would you have selected me at the end of the week if all of this had not happened?”
She nodded mutely.
