Page 56 of A Second Chance for Carys
He deposited her onto the bed gently, and proceeded to undress with unhurried gestures that built her anticipation to an almost unbearable level. When he was naked at the foot of the bed, she stared in disbelief. Had any man been more beautiful? Carys addressed a mental thanks to his mother for allowing the Egyptian merchant’s charms to sway her, because the result was pure perfection. No one she had ever met had such mouth-watering, sun-kissed skin.
“I’ve imagined this moment countless times, you know.” Kneeling on the bed, she placed a hand over his chest. To her delight, it was as firm and hairy as she had imagined it. So virile…“You’re just like you appeared in my dreams.” Hewasdark all over, and his manhood as deliciously tempting as she had hoped.
“You’ve dreamed of me?” He sounded both surprised and pleased at the notion.
“Yes.” Admitting such a forbidden thing felt wicked but she couldn’t lie.
“Were you naked in that dream?”
“Yes.”
“Was I?”
“Yes.”
“Mm.” Sleek and determined, he leaned in toward her, forcing her to lie back down on the soft mattress. Once she was flat on her back, he loomed over her, his weight supported bytwo muscular arms. “Tell me, what did I do to you in those dreams, you maddening woman? Or perhaps I don’t need to ask if we were both naked…Still, I’d like to hear it.”
“You spoke to me in Welsh, for a start.”
His eyebrows shot upwards. “That isnotwhat I had thought you’d say, and not something I will be able to do today, I’m afraid. But whatever else I did in that dream of yours to bring you pleasure, I can do in real life. I’m not the shy kind.”
Heat bolted through her veins. She knew he wasn’t a shy sort of lover, rather the scandalous sort. And with him, so was she. “You came to my bed and started to caress me. It was wonderful but I woke up before I could reach my peak. It was rather frustrating.”
“I bet it was.” His voice became impossibly husky and his nose lowered until it was touching her temple. “Tell me what you did to ease that frustration.”
Carys moaned. How had the wretched man guessed she had not left it at that? And now he was asking her to describe what she had done. It had not been a question, but an order. Just like that day at the beach, he was forcing her to be crude. And he was waiting for her to start…It was clear he would not move until she had told him what she had done to herself in excruciating detail.
“Could I do it in Welsh?”
A slow smile was all the answer she got. An agreement of sorts, one she seized gratefully. Cheeks aflame, she started to describe how she had run her fingers along her folds before dipping into her soaked flesh and bringing herself to an explosive release.
By the time she was done, her need for his touch had been brought to a fever pitch and James’ eyes were two glittering obsidians.
“Bloody hell,” he growled, his mouth still in her hair. “I really need to start learning Welsh. I would give a fortune to understand what you just said.”
Well, she would be only too glad to teach him but the lessons would have to wait. For now she had to ease the burning inside her body.
Carys started to shed her clothes with more impatience than grace. Now that they were assured they would not be interrupted, James behaved as if they had all the time in the world, forcing her to talk, teasing her, looming over her without ever touching her. Perhaps they did have all the time in the world, but she was desperate to start. Her dress was sent flying across the room, and her shift soon followed.
“Bloody hell,” he repeated, once she had bared her body. It had been years since anyone had seen her naked. Any doubt Carys might have about her body vanished the moment James growled his approval.
She lay back down and he followed, caging her under him once more.
None too gently, as if he’d been driven to the edge of his control by the sight of her, he cupped her right breast and latched onto her nipple with the eagerness of a starved man. She remembered thinking how much she missed a man’s mouth on her when she had given herself pleasure that day after her dream. There it was, as hot and satisfying as it could be. Groaning in time with her moans, he suckled her so thoroughly that he rendered her breathless with need. She forgot her intention to disrobe completely. Delicious as this was, she couldn’t wait another moment to feel him surge within her. She would remove her stockings and shoes later.
“James, please take me,” she rasped, her voice barely recognizable. “I can’t stand any more teasing.”
They’d had months of it. She needed himnow.
“No, neither can I.” He sounded on the verge of desperation himself. “I wanted to pleasure you first, but I will just have to do that afterward. Either way, unlike in your dream, I promise you will be satisfied.”
Carys had a suspicion they would be too drained afterward to do anything other than lie in each other’s arms but she nodded nonetheless. No need to ensure her satisfaction beforehand, she already knew his possession would be enough to make her explode in release.
A heartbeat later, she was proven right. His first thrust had to be the most extraordinary thing she had ever felt, slow, hot, hard, and everything in between. Her body started to tighten, heat bolted to the base of her skull. No! Too soon!
“Wait!” she cried out, desperate to savor this first joining to the full. She wanted to stay balanced on the edge of release a little while longer, make the most of the moment. “It’s…too good.”
“Yes. Too good.”
