A long silence ensued. “I’m always relieved when our feelings are mutual,” she murmured and repeated her action in a slow glide.
His hand slid beneath her hair, cupped the side of her neck, and he deepened their kiss. Richard nibbled, he stroked, and he licked, kissing her senseless. She couldn’t think, she didn’t want to think, only to feel.
He removed the pins from her hair, tumbling the heavy coil to her lower back. His fingers caressed down her throat and across to her collarbone. His fingers tugged at the fastenings of her gown, and the burning flames of desire swept through her.
He gripped the edges of her dress and pulled them down with her shift, baring her to his gaze. His mouth closed over her sensitive nipple, his teeth rasping, tongue licking. He gripped her hips and lifted her with an easy strength that had her arousal climbing. Richard bore her down gently onto the carpeted floor, grabbing several cushions from the chaise to tumble around them in disarray. He grabbed one and placed it beneath her hips, before splaying her legs wide.
“So pretty and pink.” His dark voice stroked over her senses. “I could eat you alive.” His expression was tight and heavy with sensuality. He lowered his mouth to her wet, aching core and licked.
The violence of her response tore a groan from Evie.
“Richard!” Her nub was a swollen knot of burning need that he teased and devoured in equal measure. His wicked, delightful tongue stroked the fire hotter, and her hips writhed in helpless wantonness. She was coming apart from the pleasure and couldn’t stop the cries spilling from her throat.
He rose above her. Suddenly he was there, where the ache was terrible. Evie couldn’t restrain her scream of pleasure as he fisted his length and rubbed his hardness through her alarming wetness. All her senses were centered between her thighs.
“Hold on to me.” His voice was low, rough, and vibrating with arousal.
She glanced down, aroused shock hazing her mind at the thick length jutting so proudly toward her.
“Look at me.” He held her gaze as he slowly inched forward, allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck. “There will be a slight pain, and then it will be over.”
Vulnerability sliced through her. He must have sensed it for he lowered his forehead to hers, releasing one of her hips to cradle the back of her head, urging her to meet his eyes.
The blunt tip of him parted her flesh. He kissed her, and she sought his tongue and tangled her own with it. Then he thrust, parting her in one hard stroke. She arched into him, a scream exploding from her and into his mouth. Shock buffeted Evie’s senses at the pain that flared where they were connected. She tried to squirm, and it only grew, dousing her passion as if he had dumped her in a lake at winter.
He tried to kiss her, and she bit his lips. “This is not slight,” she whispered furiously, tears smarting her eyes.
“It will soon pass,” he whispered, pressing the gentlest of kisses at the corner of her lips.
He inserted one hand between them, skimming his knuckles down over her taut stomach to her aching center.
“Don’t look away from me. I want to see these beautiful eyes as they darken with pleasure for me.”
She obeyed him helplessly, ensnared by the provocative need glowing in his eyes. He slid his fingers over her nub and rubbed, hard, then soft and slow, striking pleasure through her like lightning. Within seconds her arousal grew so intense her thighs shook.
He gripped her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, kissing her with ravenous greed, and stroking inside her powerfully…over and over. She felt impaled, his deep penetrations lashing her with ecstasy tinged with erotic pain. Evie whimpered under the onslaught of such acute pleasure. She felt out of control, taken over…claimed. Their moans mingled in the dark confines of the music room. She coasted her hand over his back, delighting in his powerful muscles.
Sweat dampened their bodies as they clung to each other, ecstasy gathering inside Evie like a storm. Her release ripped through her like fire, melting everything inside. Her wail of satisfaction joined his harsh groan of pleasure as he emptied deep inside her.
He rolled with her, so she lay atop him. She felt replete with satiation and not even an alert of the house being on fire would have induced her to move.
Chapter Twelve
A paltry ray of light streamed through dark clouds into the bedroom windows. Richard stirred as thunder grumbled angrily in the distance. The soft weight pillowed against his chest was so unusual, it almost took him a minute to deduce what the hell was going on. He glanced down, his chin gently butting a head. Golden hair streamed over the pristine white sheets, his shoulders and chest. Ah, fuck! With trembling hands, he gently eased Evie’s head from his shoulder, pushing the pillow under her neck. With an irritated mutter, she pushed it away and rolled into him, her body molding perfectly onto his, her fingers resting lightly on his cock, which was already hardening with hot, urgent need.
“Richard,” she murmure
d sleepily, shifting against him like a sensual feline.
Her scent invaded his lungs, and he found himself sliding her up against his body, capturing her lips in a gentle kiss. Her lashes fluttered open, and she stared up at him, her cheeks red and rosy with arousal.
“Hello,” she said softly, lifting her fingers to trace the delicate tip of her finger across his scar.
He captured her finger and pressed a kiss to it. “Hello, Evie.”
Wordlessly she lifted her lips to his cheek and kissed along the puckered ridge of his scar. “This did not happen in the war.”
“No.”