Page 79 of When the Viscount Seduces
He paused, his gaze fixing on the fall of her dark waves as her unfettered hair fell past her shoulders. He brushed it back from her face with both hands and kissed her again. Bringing his hands down her neck, he unknotted her cravat and slipped the silk from her collar.
The shirt gapped open, revealing a tantalizing triangle of her flesh. He kissed down her throat and feasted on what was now exposed to him. He wanted to devour every inch of her. Which meant he needed to get her garments off with utmost speed.
He went to work on the buttons of her waistcoat, slipping them open with an eager intensity. Then he realized, she was mirroring his actions and unbuttoned his waistcoat at the sametime. They each shrugged their garments off, and Lazarus took them both so he could drop them somewhere out of their way.
Her shirt was too large, as all the garments had been, but the neckline was low enough that he could see her breasts were bound against her chest. She’d had help with this disguise. From someone who knew what they were doing.
Desperate to see and taste her, Lazarus pulled the shirt from the top of her breeches and drew it over her head. She lifted her arms, and he glimpsed the rise of her breasts at the top of the binding.
She reached behind herself and pulled the fabric, a light muslin, loose, unwrapping it around her front.
“Let me,” he said softly, taking the end of the muslin and unwinding it around her. Using both hands, he worked quickly, until the fabric fell from her chest. He glanced at it briefly, thinking it would come in handy when their bed sport progressed, but there would be plenty of time for adventures together. He looked forward to every moment.
Her breasts were high and round, larger than he’d anticipated. He stared at the dark rose nipples and licked along his lower lip.
“You are unbelievably beautiful.” He cupped her breasts, dragging his thumbs back and forth across her nipples. They lengthened and pebbled at his touch.
Moaning softly, she closed her eyes as he continued to caress her. She was so responsive, not at all shy or hesitant. Still, he wanted her to feel safe and secure with him.
“Gwen, are you certain you wish me to continue? You must stop me at any moment if want that.”
Her eyes opened as she clasped his hips, pulling him tightly against the bed between her legs. “I will not stop you. I want you, Lazarus. Now. Please. Make me yours.”
CHAPTER 18
Gwen watched as he lowered his head to her breast. He held her as he kissed her nipple and the surrounding area. His left hand massaged and caressed her other breast, and the sensation of everything was almost too much.
Almost.
It was heavenly. The throb of desire within her had started as a dull, persistent ache these past few days. When he’d brought her here to his bedchamber, it had sharpened to an overpowering lust that threatened to consume her. With anyone else, she might have been frightened by the force of her need and her emotions, but with Lazarus, everything felt…right. And wonderful.
His lips closed around her nipple, and he tongued her, much the way he kissed her mouth. She clasped his head, gripping his hair as waves of pleasure swept through her. He lightly pinched her other nipple, and she gasped. There was no pain, just a deep and surging desire that pulsed straight to her sex.
His mouth and hands moved over her, arousing her so fiercely that she panted with want. The breeches against her mound felt wet. They were also constricting, and she dearly wanted them off.
Moving one hand to her waist, she opened the buttons of the fall. He realized what she was doing and took over, freeing one breast as he made short work of the fall. Then he stepped slightly back as he pulled the garment over her hips.
She arched up to make the removal easier, and he groaned. His fingers closed more harshly around her nipple, tugging her flesh, and she cried out as her sex screamed for a similar attention. She wanted what he’d done the other night with his hand.
He swept his shirt off, baring the expanse of his muscular chest. She longed to touch him, to explore every bit of new flesh, but his hand was on her sex, gently rubbing her folds.
Suddenly, he scooped his hands beneath her and moved her onto the bed so her head was against the pillows. He settled himself on his knees, between her legs. She watched as he looked down at her, his gaze lingering on her breasts, then fixing on her sex.
Now, she felt the first bit of shyness. A shiver danced across her skin.
“Part your legs wider,” he said with a dark, husky rasp.
She did as he said, opening herself to his deeper perusal. He put his fingertip on her clitoris—she’d read this word and now knew how vital it was to a woman’s pleasure—then dragged it slowly down her crease before slipping it slightly inside her.
She needed more. Gwen lifted her hips, inviting him to put his entire finger inside her.
But he did not. He teased her with soft, gentle strokes. Then he dropped down, and his mouth replaced his finger.
Gwen cried out as she clutched his head, holding him to her in mindless abandon. Yes, this was what she wanted, and she hadn’t even realized it was possible. He licked at her clitoris and her folds, then thrust his tongue inside her. What had seemedto take forever to build last night when he’d touched her roared upon her like a giant wave on the beach.
He stroked her clitoris as he feasted upon her flesh, one hand gripping her backside, as if to hold her captive to his mouth. As if she could have moved away. But she did move—wildly, her hips bucking as she sought her release. It was so very close. Now his finger was pumping into her as his lips and tongue drove her to the brink of ecstasy.
His finger curled, touching a spot inside her that sent her over the edge. Darkness claimed her, then a dizzying array of light as her body tensed, then broke apart. She may have screamed his name. She’d no idea what was happening except that it was pure bliss.
