She laughed, the sound sweet and nervous, and he valued that she didn’t scare easily. He caught her jaw in an unbreakable hold, then loosened his grip to stroke the long, tempting line of her throat.
She sobered under his intense stare and moaned softly when he flexed his hips, giving her a slow kiss that left her pliant and warm. God, she tasted like Eden, and her skin smelled like heaven on fire.
Dragging his mouth lower, he teased his tongue along the seam of her bodice. Her body was a symphony of springtime that lured him like a spell.
Straddling her hips, he stared down at her tousled beauty. Her pure skin was rosy from his five o’clock shadow, and he took great satisfaction in seeing markings from his touch on her flesh.
“No going back now.” He peeled away the plunging neckline of her dress and her nipples sprung free. “Jesus.”
Pert, tight little buds, begging to be touched. Her curves were lush and inviting. His palm cradled the soft flesh as his thumb teased the hardened tips. Lips parting, back slightly arching in a plea for more, her eyes grew heavy with need.
His mouth closed over the turgid tip, his teeth nipping with a teasing pull as he sucked hard and greedily. She gasped and a startled moan escaped in breathy relief. He looked up at her, only to find her watching him with innocent curiosity.
He recalled being a boy in his early twenties. The fumbling, the lack of endurance, and the selfish need. It had been a while since he took a woman to bed, but he was certain he could open her eyes to the joys of sleeping with an experienced man.
“I warn you now, I’m greedy, but also generous.”
His tongue licked over the tip of her nipple, now a deeper cherry red from his rough pulls. He pinched the other, and she inhaled sharply. Then he released the tip and captured it in his mouth, bathing the abused flesh with warm, wet kisses.
He worked a hand under the endless layers of her skirt as he feasted on her breasts. Teasing and tormenting, training her responses and showing her how easily her body answered to his touch.
Her thighs were lush and supple, stirring an endless hunger in him. He teased his fingers close to the seam of her panties but never made contact, drawing out the excruciating hunger they shared.
“Rhett, please…”
Her plea poisoned his patience and his hips reflexively rocked with urgent need. He’d tormented them long enough. He rolled to his side, but still angled his body over hers, still played at teasing her into a soft but hungry frenzy.
Silken legs scissored against the duvet, as he traced his nails to the top of her pantyhose and slowly rolled the covering away. This stunning woman, drowning in waves of gossamer, was easily the sexiest female he’d ever touched. If he didn’t get her naked soon, he was going to embarrass himself.
He chuckled. “I think your dress is growing the more I try to get you out of it.”
She laughed and he couldn’t resist that mouth. Dropping his lips to hers, he kissed her slowly, devouring her with every swipe of his tongue. Soft, kitten-like mews left her throat as his hands explored her bare thighs, hips, and stomach.
She was burning hot, and every inch of her skin called to him. His life revolved around being the perfect, politically correct civilian, but the things he wanted to do to her in that moment were a far cry from civilized.
Her thighs opened, silently begging him to stop teasing her. The swatch of silk covering her sex was damp with arousal. He pressed the material against her skin, showing her that he found the evidence of her desire.
Another stunning blush.
He rubbed the silk of her damp panties, finding the tight bud of her clit through the material and adding enough pressure to drive her mad.
“Rhett!”
“Do you want me?”
She nodded.
He stripped her of the panties, leaving the dress twisted around her waist, and grinned. “Show me. Open your legs for me.”
His fingers traced a line from her ankle up her shin, and her knees drifted apart. Sharp breaths panted past her lips, and her eyes were wild as his touch dragged higher.
Her body unfurled like a flower, hinting at the sweetest honey. He dipped a finger between her folds, keeping his touch shallow and teasing. Her body arched, pressing into his hand, and he chuckled again, pleased by her eagerness.
“More?”
“Please.” She panted.
“So polite.”
He plunged a finger into her heat, stopping only when his palm cupped her sex. Warm cream coated his knuckles and together they groaned. He held still for a moment, allowing the anticipation to build.
The touch of his thumb slipped over the bud of her sex, and then he was sliding into her delicate folds, adding another finger, and drawing the softest cries from her throat.