Page 72 of Impassioned
She reached up and pulled the errant lock back down. “I liked that. It makes you look more carefree. Maybe even a little bit wild.”
One of his brows arched, which had happened more as of late. The expression gave him an air of humor and charm that made him incredibly attractive. She wanted to throw her arms around him and steer him back into his room. But no, he would insist on going to her chamber.
“Wild? I’m not sure I’ve ever been called that or ever behaved in a way that could be described thus.”
“Not even when you drank too much at Oxford?”
His lips spread into a devastating smile. “Perhaps then.”
She wanted wild. Now. Placing her palms on his chest, she pushed him gently and stepped over the threshold. “Show me.”
His smiled faded as he sucked in a breath. “You want to stay here?”
“If you’ll let me.”
“Sabrina, I will let you do anything you desire.” His gaze fixed on hers with an intensity that shot straight to her sex. Coupled with his intoxicating words, the look he gave her threatened to melt her into a puddle.
He took her hand and pulled her farther inside, then stepped behind her to close the door. “You are so beautiful.” He touched the back of her neck, his fingers skimming along her flesh, then down over the silk fabric covering her spine. He paused at the top of her backside before splaying his hand across it and cupping her firmly. “Beautiful,” he repeated, his lips against her neck.
Her backside tingled and her sex throbbed, but she didn’t turn to face him. She’d been at the edge of orgasm when the coach had stopped. When he’d left her might have been the most frustrating moment of her entire life. Ever since, she’d been on a precipice, teetering. The urge to finish what he’d started was almost overwhelming, but she’d waited.
“I waited for you.” She inhaled as his hand continued to caress her backside. Then his other hand came around her and closed over her breast, gently massaging her. “It was difficult.”
“I imagine it was. How did you entertain yourself?”
Was he asking if she’d…? “I paced. Quickly.”
His thumb and finger closed around her nipple, drawing on it and coaxing the flesh into a tight nub. Her breasts felt heavy and sensitive, desperate for his touch. He pinched, softly, then pulled sharply. She gasped, and he released her.
“Don’t stop.” She pressed back against him and felt his erection press into her backside.
His other hand swept over her hip and slid up to her other breast. He cupped them in tandem, repeating his caresses. Heat flooded her core, and she couldn’t keep from whimpering. She was so close. Could she come just from what he was doing?
Suddenly, she wanted him to be on the brink, just as she was. And she knew how to get him there.
Spinning around, she placed her hands on his chest. “I’m alone out here on the edge, balancing between anticipation and satisfaction. I want you here with me.” She dropped to her knees and untied the sash at his waist.
His entire body went rock hard. “What are you doing?” he rasped.
She parted the sides of his banyan and regarded his cock. Stiff and pale, cloaked at the base with a nest of brown curls, it seemed to stretch toward her, seeking. Recalling the images and descriptions in the book Evie had given her, Sabrina curled her hand around the base and stroked up toward the head.
He moaned and his hand clasped the back of her head. “Sabrina.This is not—”
She wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but she didn’t care. She’d touched her lips to the tip and found him to be velvety soft. There was also a bit of liquid. She licked at it with her tongue and was surprised to find it was rather salty.
“Dear God, Sabrina, you shouldn’t do this.”
“I should, and I will.” She was emboldened by his reaction. Opening her mouth, she took him inside her, pressing her tongue on the underside of his shaft.
Stuttering words spilled from his mouth along with desperate moans. He thrust his fingers into her hair. She moved her hand along with her mouth, swallowing his length and releasing him with increasing speed. His hips thrust forward, driving him toward the back of her throat. He pulled back with a muttered curse and an apology.
Grasping his hip, she held him fast and cupped the sac beneath his sex. He let out a guttural cry as she sucked.
Then he pulled at her shoulders. “Stop, please. If you wanted me on the edge, I am there. I am going to bloody fall off if you don’t stop.”
She rose, her knees shaking, and he picked her up. Squealing softly in surprise, she wrapped her hands around his neck as he carried her to the bed.
He laid her down on the coverlet. “How does this unfasten?” His voice was gruff, his features drawn tight.
