In more ways than one, she thought. Lightning flashed in the distance, followed by the faint, low rumble of thunder.
His lips brushed over her ear. “You sure this is what you want?”
Slow, lulling sensations made everything go hazy. “Yes.” His lips slid over her jawline and he gently nipped her ear. Her soft hum of arousal blended with the rising wind.
He whispered, “I’m going to kiss you....” His big hand cupped her breast. “And touch you....” His thumb moved featherlight over the point until her head dropped back and a gasp of pleasure slipped from her lips. “And do it again.” Both hands came into play, touching, gently circling until she swore she’d catch fire.
“I can’t wait to taste these.”
Her knees dissolved, and her breath caught. She hadn’t known this touching played a part when she dared ask him for this night. Lost in how he made her feel, she distantly noted the beginnings of wind-blown rain. She didn’t care if she was drenched as long as he didn’t stop, but without a word, he picked her up and carried her inside.
The lone lamp barely lit the room, leaving most of the contents, including his big four-poster bed, in shadow. He gently set her on her feet in the middle of the gloom, and as she stood there shaking, he ran a slow finger down her cheek. Her shaking increased but she drew in a deep breath, hoping to calm herself, even as her senses continued to spiral.
“I don’t want you to be afraid,” he said reassuringly. “I want this to be as special as you hoped it would be. If you need us to stop so you can catch your breath, just say so. And at any time, if you want to end the evening, say that, too. I won’t be angry or upset.”
She gave him a quick nod but was determined to see this through.
“Come sit with me.”
He took her hand and led her to the settee positioned near the window. He sat and guided her down sideways onto his lap. His arms eased her closer and he placed a gentle kiss on her brow. “How would you like to take your lessons? Do you wish to be nude, partially dressed, or remain fully dressed?”
His closeness, faint brushes of his lips against her ear, made it hard to think, and even more difficult to form speech.
He kissed her then, deeply, thoroughly. The world spun. Her senses soared. After a few more moments he drew his mouth away, and whispered heatedly, “Shall I strip you bare so I can kiss every satin inch of you?”
His voice scalded her, and when he leaned her back against his rock-hard shoulder and took her nipple into his mouth, the temperature shot higher. Her thin cotton blouse and shift were no barrier to his mouth’s heat. Crooning, she arched to give him more, and he drew her in deeper, his fingers plucking and circling its gem-hard twin.
“I need an answer,cheri.”
No matter how wanton he made her feel, this was her first time with a man. She wasn’t bold enough to be nude, even partially, so she somehow managed to reply, “Dressed.”
“Okay, we’ll save nude for another time.” He ran a finger down her buttons. “I’m going to open these though, okay?”
Pulse pounding, she nodded.
“But first, I want more of this gorgeous mouth.”
He kissed her for what seemed like endless, soul-firing moments. He tutored. She learned. His tongue tasted hers. She tasted his. He brushed his softly bearded cheek over hers and she savored the feel. He slid searing kisses over her jawline and the bare skin above the high neck of her blouse, and she gasped softly.
True to his word he worked her buttons free, kissing each small patch of exposed skin along the way. His tongue dallied with the hollow of her throat, and his mouth traced a lazy searing path against the top edge of her shift. He eased the cotton aside and for the first time in her life, a man took her bared breast into his mouth and she tightened with a soft cry.
“Small and perfect, just like you.” He bit her with gentled teeth. The sensations crackled like lightning. He lowered the other side and treated the twin to the same gasp-inducing feast. He spent an inordinate amount of time leisurely going back and forth, while she groaned, and arousal pulsed between her thighs. His big hand slid her skirt up and down her leg, mapping its length with his heated palm, while the storm of passion buffeted her like the powerful winds of the storm outside.
“Shall I bring you to pleasure,cheri?”
She didn’t know what that meant, but she was on the edge of something bright, dizzying, and new.
He recaptured her mouth in another searing kiss, and the hand that had been languidly moving her skirt slipped beneath and moved between her widened thighs. When he circled his fingers over the damp heat there, she shattered and cried out.
Drake wanted to immediately take her to the bed and fill her virgin body with as much of himself as she could take. But he couldn’t. She wasn’t his. Bringing her to pleasure had him so hard, he’d probably never walk again. As she soared on the wings of her orgasm, he helped bring her back to herself with soft kisses on her mouth, and circling caresses. Hearing her breathing slow to a nearly normal pace, he kissed her again, then drew back. “How was that?”
“Oh my,” she replied, breathlessly.
“No desire to recite the alphabet?”
“Not even a letter.”
“You’re a very passionate woman, Valinda Lacy.” Having gotten not nearly enough of her, he languidly teased his tongue over a tempting, still-damp nipple, while his fingers between her thighs continued to slide and stroke. “Made enough memories?”
Her moan hardened him further. She was wet and so soft, the urge to taste her there was strong. He forced himself to recapture her mouth instead. She was not his, so he regretfully chose to leave that initiation to her husband.
But that didn’t mean he’d deny her more pleasure. Her hips rose in response to the carnal invitation his touch offered. He boldly eased a finger partially inside and began a rhythmic in-and-out that caused her strangled cry to ruffle the silence.
For the rest of the night, while the storm raged outside, passion made them lose track of time. He sucked, she arched. He nibbled, she gasped. When they were finally sated, he knew he should get her back to her room but glancing down he found her asleep. Appreciative of his own memories, he kissed her brow, made himself comfortable, and closed his eyes with her in his arms.