Page 87 of Enticing the Devil

Chapter Thirty

Holding her breath, she touched him with just her fingertips first before she lightly slid her hand across his ribs until her palm rested over the steady beat of his heart.

He didn’t move beyond a subtle tensing.

Anne exhaled on a soft sigh.

She didn’t for a second believe he was asleep. The air between them was too charged. He was as aware of her as she was of him. But she couldn’t be sure yet if his stillness was an indication of acceptance.

Holding her lower lip between her teeth, she slowly smoothed her hand across his chest in a gentle exploration. She trailed her fingertips along the curve of his pectoral muscle then the dip of his sternum before boldly seeking the taut ridges of his abdomen.

He didn’t try to halt her questing caress. Instead, his body remained perfectly unmoving.

But when her hand drifted low across his belly, his muscles there tightened beneath her touch and his breath came to a harsh stop as his hand fell heavily atop hers.

Anne bit hard to her lip as she waited for him to shove her hand away. But he didn’t. The weight of his palm flattened her hand to his stomach, holding it there as his breath deepened and Anne’s quickened. When the anticipation building inside her became too much, she whispered a soft plea.

“Let me touch you, Beynon. Please.”

His groan was thick and rough and rumbled fiercely through his body, thrilling Anne to her marrow.

Then, with his hand still covering hers, he guided her fingers lower, over the waistband of his breeches to the hard, thick length of his erection.

Her breath left her in a puff before she sucked more air into her lungs and held it.

In a slow, deliberate motion, he moved her palm along his arousal. To the base then back to the blunt, rounded tip. On the second stroke, she felt him tense as he lifted his hips, trying to press more firmly into her hand.

It was stunning and exciting and intimately erotic to touch him such a way. To feel his hand guiding hers, squeezing her fingers tighter, as his breath became stilted and tense. But after a few more strokes, she grew unsatisfied. She wanted more. She wanted to wrap her fingers around him without the barrier of clothing. With a soft sound, she halted the movement.

He freed her immediately. She sensed the tension in him and then heard his sigh of relief as she clumsily started to release the fastening of his breeches. A moment later, the impossibly hard, hot length of him was in her hand. She hadn’t expected it to feel so smooth, like satin over steel. Her fingers explored him eagerly, discovering the ridge near the top and the soft-textured veins running down to the base nestled in a crisp patch of hair. Wrapping her hand around him in a secure grip, she marveled at the way he throbbed in time to his heartbeat.

There was so much life and power in him. Pure virility. It called to her. Tugging on a thread deep inside her, unraveling her until her core became languid with need.

She didn’t even realize she’d scooted closer to him and had slid her leg up over his until his hand fell to her thigh. With firm intention, he brought her knee higher, until it pressed against the base of his cock as her hand continued to slide up and down his length.

His breath came shorter now. And as she lifted her gaze, she could see the bunching and releasing of the muscles in his jaw and the way his eyes were tightly closed beneath a furrowed brow. Every now and then, he’d press his head back into the pillow as he lifted his hips to shove himself more forcefully against her palm.

It was beautiful. The way he gave himself over to the sensations. The way he silently demanded more.

She gave it willingly. Enthusiastically. She wanted him to have more. She wanted to give him everything.

His fingers tensed and flexed around her thigh as her hand moved faster up and down his erection. Brushing her thumb over the hard tip, she felt something unexpected. A drop of moisture.

Intrigued, she brushed her thumb over him again.

A guttural moan slid from his throat.

She did it again and more moisture beaded to her touch. Fascinated by the workings of his body, she smoothed the drop over the satiny crown before taking him once again in a secure grip.

This time his groan was more of a growl as he suddenly lifted his head and shoulders from the bed to loom over her. Sweeping his arm beneath her head, he held her secure as he captured her mouth with his.

The kiss was ravenous, harsh, and hot.

His breath mixed with hers in panting gasps and throaty moans as their tongues tangled. Shifting his weight further, he rolled over her until his belly pressed against hers and his hips settled between her thighs. Hooking a hand behind her knee, he pulled her leg high along his hip, opening her to him. The smooth, hard length of his erection lodged firmly against her sex and the melting heat of her core soon soaked the cotton of her nightgown.

She moaned at the feel of him so hot and heavy against her sensitive flesh.

But then he broke abruptly from the kiss and lifted himself away from her. She nearly cried out in protest but then realized he was shoving his breeches down. As soon as he kicked them free of his feet, he remained kneeling between her parted legs to grasp the hem of her nightgown and whip it up over head in one smooth, almost violent motion.

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