"Oh."
Perhaps Henry Denton preferred to take her under the coverlet, with her dressed in a thick cotton nightgown.
Damn. He did not want to think about her in bed with another man. "I suggest you kiss me now then we will work towards the goal of freeing us both of all restrictions."
The corners of her mouth crept up into a sinful smile. "I think I have mastered the kissing part. It's up to you to help me master the rest." She stepped towards him, her hands coming to rest on his chest.
"Show me what you've mastered," he said, his cock pulsating against the fabric of his trousers.
She pressed her lips against his, softly at first. As her hands moved up to caress the muscles in his shoulders and neck, a seductive sigh breezed across his mouth.
"Close your eyes," she whispered, and he obliged. "I want you to show me how to worship your body, Elliot." The words drifted over his neck, the fine hairs at his nape tingling in response.
The anticipation was like nothing he had felt before.
Every part of him ached for her.
Every part of him shook with a need he could not define.
"I'll show you everything," he replied. As his lips formed the last word, she covered them with her own, her tongue penetrating his mouth so sweetly.
That's when it hit him.
With Grace, everything felt different.
With Grace, everything felt wonderful and new.
Chapter 13
Despite charging to the door in anger and telling herself she didn't need Elliot Markham in her life, Grace kissed him as though his mouth provided everything she needed to breathe, to exist.
This addiction she had for him, for his taste, his smell, for the deep groans resonating from the back of his throat, it controlled her thoughts and actions.
She tried to suppress it.
Nothing good could come of it. Not in the long term. But the part of her that wanted to experience real pleasure, the part that wanted to find a way to forget Henry Denton, that part would take this wonderful man as her lover regardless of the consequences.
Even the fear she'd once felt clawing away inside had been trampled down by her overwhelming need for him.
Perhaps it had something to do with the fact she felt in control. Elliot did not dominate her, mistreat or abuse her.
The thought caused a rush of emotion to flood her chest, and she deepened the kiss in response, pressing her body closer to his in the process. Up until now, he had played a secondary role in this melding of mouths. But as her eager hands scrambled over the hard muscles in his arms and back in a bid to ease the ache deep in her core, he responded by swinging her around and fiddling frantically with the buttons on the back of her dress.
"I can't touch you with all of these layers," he complained, and he did not see the smile that touched her lips.
"Can you manage?"
He gave an arrogant snort as his hands brushed the sleeves from her shoulders and the material sank to the floor with ease. He clasped her elbow as she stepped out of the fabric pool.
"I'll leave the rest for a minute," he said pulling her into an embrace and he bent his knees as he claimed her mouth, letting his hands ride up underneath her petticoat and chemise.
The light touch of his fingers gliding over her bare legs caused a bolt of desire to shoot through her body, and the throbbing sensation between her thighs cried out for his touch.
"Let me ease your suffering," he whispered against her mouth as if he could read her thoughts, interpret her movements and before she could catch her breath his hot palms moulded around her buttocks. "Tell me," he continued, nuzzling her neck. "Do you flail and cry out in your release or do you pant and moan?"
His lips left a molten trail in their wake, and she swallowed before finding the breath to speak. "My … my release?" she asked with some confusion as her head fell back and another wave of pleasure pulsed through her. "I do-don't know what you mean."
He stopped suddenly and searched her face. A sinful grin formed. "You don't know what I mean?" He seemed pleased with her answer. "Oh, then you are in for a real treat."