Page 44 of Romancing the Heiress
He stared at her breasts, now covered only by the thin lawn of her chemise. “More than. But I want to touch them, and not through your garments.”
She didn’t wait for him to ask. “Do it now.”
His auburn brows arched as the side of his mouth ticked up. He pulled the string on the neckline of the chemise and tugged the garment down to expose her bare breasts. Though it was warm in the conservatory, the air was still a shock to her flesh. She gasped softly and felt her nipples harden.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, tracing his fingertip around one breast, making the circles smaller until he reached the point of her nipple. He added his thumb and rolled her flesh between his fingers. Her arousal intensified. She felt a shocking jolt that went straight to her sex. He softly pinched her before moving to the other breast to repeat the torment.
She’d never been so aware of herself, of every shift in the air, each brush of his fingers and hand. He lowered his head and kissed the first breast while cupping the other. As with his finger, he went slowly, working his way with lips and tongue to her nipple. When at last he put his mouth over the turgid tip, she cried out and clasped his head. He suckled her—hard—and grew bolder with his touch, squeezing her.
It was as if a fire had ignited within her, the flames licking between her legs. She needed him to extinguish it before she was completely consumed. Or perhaps that was the point—to burn into ember.
Her hips moved, gravitating toward him. She wanted, no, sheneededrelief. If he could just touch her there. She knew where she liked to be touched—she’d learned that long ago. But would it feel differently when he did it?
He seemed to understand what she needed because he lifted her hem and swept his hand beneath her skirts, his fingers brushing along her thighs. “Open your legs, Leah.”
She noticed he didn’t ask, and she dug her hands into his nape, doing as he bade. His hand moved up to her sex where every nerve pulsed and begged. “Touch me. I need…release.”
His fingertip brushed over the nub at the top of her sex. “Here?”
Whimpering as her body quaked with desire, she could only nod. He put his mouth on her breast once more, suckling the one he hadn’t yet tasted. That was overwhelming enough, but then he stroked her sex, teasing and arousing her more than she’d ever been before.
She bucked up from the table, her body seeking more. He drew hard on her nipple, and another flash of heat burned through her. Closing her eyes, she began to pant.
“Lie back.” He guided her down onto the table.
He kissed her cheek and whispered, “This is not where I would prefer to do this, but I can’t very well carry you into the house like this. Remind me to add a chaise or a settee to the greenhouse.”
She opened her eyes on a giggle to find him staring down at her with a sense of wonder. But that was quickly replaced by a fiery need that mirrored her own. He pressed his finger into her sex, and she cried out, arching off the table.
Moving faster, he pressed and stroked, driving his finger inside her as he licked at her neck and breasts. It was a frenzy of sensation and a throbbing passion that swelled with each touch. She moved with him, her hips meeting his thrusts, her torso rising from the table to offer him more of herself.
Pleasure rushed through her, and she saw the edge of the world. Beyond was an abyss of gratification beckoning her to lose herself within the dark bliss. He worked her into a desperate heat until at last, she released.
“Phin!” She cried his name over and over. Was this a dream? If so, it was the best one she’d ever had. And she never wanted it to end.
His mouth was against her ear once more. “I’m going to come into you now. If you’ll let me.”
“Yes. Anything.Everything.I just want you.”
He kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth and she wanted to weep with joy and liberation. She felt him move between her legs and opened her eyes. She couldn’t see what he was doing, so she pushed up. He was unbuttoning his fall. She wasn’t going to miss this.
Rising up completely, she watched as he opened his smallclothes and coaxed his sex free. Long and rigid, he looked magnificent. She reached for him and nearly asked if she could touch it. But she knew what he would say, so she put her hand on him.
His hips jerked, and he groaned softly. “Your hand is delightfully soft and warm. Do you know what to do?”
“Not really.”
He wrapped his hand over hers and showed her how to stroke him from base to tip. “This mimics what your body will do to me when I put my cock in you.” His gaze locked with hers. “This is not a conversation I ever thought we’d have.” He gave her a crooked smile.
“It is one I’ve long dreamed about. Though, I don’t think you said ‘cock.’”
He closed his eyes on a groan and let his hand fall away from hers. “Say it again.”
“Cock.” She nearly giggled again.
“Hearing that word from your lips while you stroke me is a dream that I never even knew I had. But it is one I will almost certainly have nightly from now on.” His eyes opened and they appeared greener than ever, lush and exotic like some of the plants around them.
Copying what he’d done to her, she moved her hand faster, gliding her palm along his velvety flesh. She found moisture leaking from the tip. “What’s this?”
