Page 74 of The Lady’s Guide to Deception and Desire
That way lay immediate release for him, but little for her.
Instead, he would give her pleasure, and take his own without hurting her.
The lookin his eyes as he’d pushed down her chemise had sent a bolt of heat between her legs. She wanted his hands upon her and his hardness inside her, as before.
Her breasts ached from his gaze, needing his caress, and she moaned with relief as he took her into his palms. He began gently, tenderly—so that she yearned to place her hands over his to show him what she desired.
To her relief, he grew bolder, drawing her nipples between finger and thumb, each squeeze contracting the peaks until she couldn’t help but arch towards him.
He lay down at her side and, against her hip, he was rigid. She knew he must want her. Brazenly, she pushed back against that part of him, and stroked down his back. Reaching his buttock, she traced its curve from the base of his spine to the tight crease where the muscle met his thigh.
He groaned at that, and ground harder, then brought his mouth to her breast, suckling, taking the fullness hungrily, and the ache between her legs heightened.
If she did not have him again, she would surely expire, or scream.
He was less gentle now, kneading first one breast with his mouth, then the other, drawing the tip between tongue and teeth in exquisite torture.
She lifted her pelvis to press against the thigh between her legs, needing to rub herself there.
“Benedict, I must have you.” She clasped his buttock again.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were glazed with his own craving.
The chemiseand petticoats were in the way. Impatiently, she wriggled out of them and sat up on her heels.
At last, she had what she wanted: no clothes between them. Just his skin and hers.
She very much wanted to bite his bottom—right where she’d been squeezing. Would that feel as good to him as it had to her when he’d teased her breast with his teeth?
She tried to imagine it from his point of view but drew a blank.
Perhaps not the same.
Benedict had rolled onto his back, one arm crooked behind his head, and was watching her.
It made her a little self-conscious, but it was a good feeling too—for him to admire her and like what he saw.
She wanted him to want her.
That engorged part of him was standing very much to attention, upright against his lower belly.
Was it bigger now than it had been before?
She couldn’t be sure.
He bent his knee outward and she noticed the other parts, like two hairy plums, directly below; they were just as intriguing.
She realized she was staring, and looked away, back to Benedict’s face.
“Essential equipment for filling the nursery. All part of the package.” He was grinning, not seeming in the least embarrassed.
“Come to me.” He reached out his arms, bringing her to lie on top of him, and drew her into a kiss, sweet and fierce.
The nakedness was wonderful.
She loved the feel of her breasts pushed against the hair on his chest, and her soft belly aligned with his harder torso. Her pubis sat somewhere above his, her curls brushing his lower abdomen.
His hands came around to cup her bottom and that surging desire rose again: a primal urge to spread her legs and let him fill her.
