Page 62 of Sinfully Wanton
Worth undid his cravat, throwing it over the arm of the sofa. “We may need that later,” he winked. “I’m not sure if it is covered inThe Bloom of the Rose, so we might improvise.” He pulled off his shirt.
Aurora had seen a bare male chest before. She’d grown up outside of Spittal which boasted brawny sailors who crawled along the docks, sometimes shirtless. Also, she had three brothers. But the sight of Worth…
Arousal snaked up her body.
Worth was all smooth, sculpted muscle, each graceful movement stretching beneath his skin. So beautiful, like a statue crafted by a master artist. No wonder Lady Bryant had nearly wept when he left her. Sleek and golden, like a great cat, with the delicious indentation of bone at his hips, a place Aurora wanted to press her mouth to.
When he doffed his trousers, a gasp came from her.
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh.” Worth and his cock—that was the name Rose inThe Bloom of the Rosemost often used—pointed directly at her as Worth settled on the settee to hover over her. The tip batted against her mound. “This will change things between us, permanently, Aurora.” The teasing was gone from his voice. “You must be sure.”
“Well, yes.” She looked up at him. “Of course it will change things. I’ll no longer be a virgin. You will have ravished me.” Aurora gave him a cheeky smile.
Worth’s head dipped once more, mouth and tongue suckling at the skin of her breasts, worshipping the taut peaks of her nipples, bringing all that pleasure back but offering no relief. His fingers moved inside her once more, curling and stroking until Aurora thought she might go mad. She grunted in frustration as he withdrew once more. “Teasing me in such a way is—”
“So impatient.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Spread your thighs further apart.”
The press of his cock rubbed against her entrance.
Aurora lifted her hips. “Please, Worth.” Her teeth sank into his collarbone.
“Ruination guarantees I’ll wed you,” he whispered.
“It doesn’t have to.” She kissed him fiercely. “I won’t expect you to be honorable.”
“But what if that is what I choose?” He stayed, cock poised at her entrance. “You wish to wed for love.” He nipped at her bottom lip. “Do you mean that?”
Worth was asking if she loved him. The rhythm of her heart beat fiercely. For him. Always for him. “What makes you think I wouldn’t be?” she breathed.
A smile tugged at his lips as he opened himself to her, reluctantly. But that was Worth. He hid his emotions so well behind a handsome, charming mask.
But Aurora saw everything.
Especially his heart.
That tortured battered thing he’d kept hidden along with the absolute fear of offering it to her. Something had changed in him since the Travers’ ball, something he hadn’t yet told her about.
She cupped his cheek. “I will be careful with you, Worth. As you are with me.”
Worth’s eyes stayed on hers as he thrust inside, ripping through what was left of her innocence in an instant. Her muscles fluttered and stretched at the invasion. Aurora had expected the pinch of pain.
Concern for her marred his features.
“I’m well.” Her fingers clasped at his hips. “You may continue.”
“Aurora,” he whispered, and kissed the tip of her nose. “I think a marriage for love…” He took up a slow, sensual rhythm. “Will suit us both.”
“Agreed.” Aurora’s head fell back, hips moving in unison with his, her mind going still at the thought of the pleasure building inside her.
“I love you,” she wrapped her legs around his waist as the waves of bliss began to break across her skin.
A groan left him, her name on his lips, as Worth’s pleasure followed her own.
Aurora clasped him tighter.
She would never let go.
