“With me,” he said gruffly.
Yes. She found herself confessing, “I have never been kissed; I might be a trifle awkward.”
He stiffened and she swallowed.
“Your former fiancé was a buffoon.”
Sarah smiled. “I agree, he was. However, I am decidedly glad I did not share a kiss or anything else with him. I am glad I might share it with a man who thinks my laugh is lovely.”
She felt his smile.
“I’ve not had a lover in a long time; I might be a trifle awkward as well.”
“I doubt it,” she said with soft humor.
“Since you have no experience, will you follow my commands as I give them, Sarah?”
The sensual cadence of his voice wrapped around her senses, and a wonderful, forbidden thrill shot through her. Tonight would be magical; tomorrow life would return to its regular humdrum flow. The fierce longing she felt for this man defied understanding. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Good.”
“Sarah, please widen your legs.”
Her breath hitched and her heart somersaulted. There was a moment of tension. Sarah was filled with a piercing longing that threatened to overwhelm her good sense.Hush, Sarah, this is why you are here. She slowly parted her thighs.
“Tug your dress up to your thighs.” His voice low and pulsed with something carnal and all too enticing.
Her stomach fluttered with nerves.How positively indecent. Yet she complied, aware of how fast her heart raced and that her breathing was ragged.
There was a shift of moment, and her eyes barely made out his form as he went before her. A light touch at her ankle as he removed her dancing slippers. His finger trailed over her shin, the sensual glide along her stocking-clad legs filling her with shocked want.
What was this strange, laden sensation working its way through her body? Sarah felt languorous, achy, and…strange. His fingers teased the garters above her knees, and she bit into her lower lip when he kissed her right there. The touch of his mouth on the back of her knee was fleeting, a mere tease, but it stirred a hunger inside of her that was unknown but welcomed.
“Open wider; draw your knees up so the flat of your soles are on the grass.”
The breath left her lungs. Sarah breathed evenly and did as he asked. The position left her open and vulnerable. She bit into her lower lip, breath suspended as she waited for him to move, to touch her…kiss her. To let her feel something beyond the loneliness for the past few years. She felt so sensual and adventurous—no longer a shy wallflower waiting with wretched hopes for someone to notice that she was so much more.
“There are so many things I want to do to you,” he murmured, “like licking you here.”
He touched her and with a jolt she noted the absence of his gloves. That soft spot so high on her inner thigh and close to her quim felt like it had been singed with fire.
“I want to kiss your mouth first.”
Oh. He came over her, his body large and powerful, settling between her thighs. She held him there, cradling him like a long-lost lover. She lifted her head slightly and unerringly kissed the corner of his mouth. The entire area was so dark, and that pale lantern light afforded little relief from the darkness. Yet she got a keen sense of his surprise at her boldness, and she felt the jerk of his heart against her breast. With an almost painful shyness, she pressed her mouth to his chin, and then up to his lips.
His lips were warm and firm, yet there was a softness to them. She slid her hands around his neck, pressing her mouth a bit firmer to his. Sarah smiled against his mouth, and she liked that he smiled too.
“Are you done exploring?” he murmured.
“No.” Then she kissed the other corner of his mouth.
He playfully nudged her nose with his and it shocked her to hear a giggle fall from her mouth. He held and touched her as if they had been lovers for months. He brushed his mouth over the bridge of her nose and her cheek with a tenderness that brought a lump to her throat. Robert arched her body to his, and she blushed to feel the hardness pressing against her sex. He bent to nibble at her throat, the teasing strokes of his tongue rousing sensations she had never felt before.
When his mouth touched her again, it felt perfect.So this is a kiss, she thought dazedly. He teased her lips to part with soft nibbles and licking, coaxing a wild response from her. Sarah was stunned at the burn of wicked pleasure she felt…all from a kiss. Sarah decided nothing had ever felt as frightening or as perfect. He teased her mouth wider and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She moaned into their kiss, touching her tongue to his, liking the flash of heat that seemed to sear her.
Everything then moved in a blur. He untied her laces, drawing her already low-cut gown down, spilling her breasts out. His palms molded themselves to the full mounds of her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers capturing her peaked nipples and rolling them. He kissed them, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking deeply. A startling rush of pleasure burned through her, and she felt the pull of his mouth low in her belly. A hungry moan broke from her throat as he repeated the caress.
Sarah cried out, holding his head to her, aware of the fine shaking in her body. He lavished her breasts with kisses and soft bites. He leaned back from her, and she strained to see him in the dark. He widened her legs…God so wide, she was wantonly sprawled. She jolted at the touch of his mouth at her inner thigh.