Page 25 of Lady Tamsyn and the Pixie's Curse
She laughed. Her nipples were pebbled into attention and he let his fingers scramble, freeing her from her bodice, stays andchemise.
“You truly are like porcelain,” he murmured, drinking in the sight of her. Firm and high, her breasts shone in the moonlight. He trailed a soft, light touch across her waitingflesh.
Gasping, she arched into thecaress.
And that was the last of his self-command. He filled his hands with her and gave her breasts their due, paying his respect and reverence with lips, tongue and fingers. Her head went back and his arms went around her and their bodies pressed together, calling for more. He groaned at the feel of her against his hot, hardlength.
Gradually, then, with his heart pounding and his body protesting, he began topullaway.
She sighed and touchedhisface.
He watched her, his heartoverflowing.
“Our time will come,” he said softly. “When the will is read and all of this troublesettled—”
“Yes.” She pressed a kiss to his mouth. “Then it will be our time—and I will bring you back here and have my waywithyou.”
He laughed and gathered her close and they lay together and let the peace of the night washoverthem.
