Page 64 of Lord of Fortune
Chapter 11
All the anguishand anger and despair washed away the moment her lips touched his. Penn crushed her against him, desperate to feel every part of her. He stabbed his tongue into her mouth, also desperate to taste her. He relented slightly, thinking he mustn’t be so…savage.
But her hands curled around to the back of his neck, her fingers digging into his flesh. Her tongue slashed against his with its own fierceness, encouraging his ardor.
God, how he wanted her. He hadn’t realized just how badly until that moment. Or maybe because of that moment. He didn’t think he’d ever needed someone more. Not just any someone,her. She’d come to him when he needed her most and was now offering herself as a balm.
Wait.He couldn’t take her like that.
He dragged his mouth from hers. “Amelia,” he breathed, trying to slow his thundering heart. “I can’t—”
“Are you rejecting me? I thought we said we weren’t doing that.”
He saw frustration spitting in the depths of her gaze. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, truly.”
She cocked her head to the side. “And what isthat?”
In the face of her anger, he felt uncertain. “Making me feel better?”
Her brows angled over her eyes in a deep V. “Pennard Bowen, if you think this is about making you feel better, you’re incredibly obtuse. This is aboutmewantingyou.Desperately.And I thought it was aboutyouwantingme.”
Desperately? Oh God, he hadn’t been prepared for that. For her.
“How much more plain do I need to be?” She took her hands from around his neck and slipped them down between them. His breath caught in expectation, but she only untied her dressing gown. Still, watching the garment slide from her body to the floor was enough to make his cock go completely hard. She stood before him in her thin nightgown, the slope of her breasts and the dip of her waist tantalizing in the candlelight. Then she did the unthinkable. She lifted the hem of her gown and drew it over her head, baring herself completely to his starving gaze.
Arching her brow at him, she gave him a seductive half smile. “Do you have any questions now?”
He let his gaze devour her, feasting on her creamy breasts tipped with dark pink nipples and drifting lower to the plane of her abdomen to where it met the thatch of blonde curls cloaking her sex. His mouth went dry.
Why?No, he didn’t want to ask that. He knew they wanted each other, and that was enough for tonight. He shook his head as he reached for her, splaying his hands against her back and drawing her against his chest.
Her breasts connected with him, and he groaned softly before kissing her again. She opened her mouth beneath his as she clutched at his shirtfront, her fingernails grazing his chest as she fisted the linen. Her tongue met his with eager strokes as they explored each other. There were no barriers tonight, no uncertainty, just blissful connection and mutual need.
He moved her around the end of the bed, steering her to the side of the mattress. She was warm and soft against him. And he was wearing too damn many clothes.
As if she’d heard his thoughts, she pushed her hands up under his shirt and skimmed her palms over his abdomen. His muscles tightened in response, and he deepened their kiss.
She curled her fingertips into his chest, then flattened her hands over his nipples. Sensation sparked through him, and he hastened to pull his shirt over his head and cast it aside.
With the kiss broken, she bent her head to his torso and licked at his flesh. With a growl, he turned her and guided her backward onto the bed. She lay before him, her body gleaming and beautiful in the candlelight.
Her eyes slitted as she looked up at him. Her lips were parted, beckoning him with a silent siren’s song. But he didn’t want her mouth. Not just then.
He bent over her and took her nipple between his lips, sucking softly before he licked gently. She arched up off the bed with a moan. He clamped down hard, taking what she offered. What she seemed to know he needed.
He cupped her other breast, using his thumb and forefinger to tease the nipple into a hard, delicious point. Desperate to taste that one too, he moved his focus, her soft cries and moans a sensual accompaniment to his feast.
“Penn.” She said his name. Then again. Then a thousand times. He didn’t know. He only knew how she felt, how she sounded, how she tasted.
He trailed his lips and tongue down her abdomen, licking a path between her ribs and over her navel, darting his tongue inside briefly before he continued toward the greatest prize.
He stroked his fingers over her sex, teasing the silky folds before using his thumb to press on her clitoris. She cried out as her hips thrust into his hand. He blew on her heated flesh, his fingers parting her.
“Penn?”
He was vaguely aware that his name was a question. “Hmmm?” He licked at her clitoris, and she bucked up, surprising him.
“What are you doing?” she asked sharply, pulling him from his sexual haze.
