Rayne suddenly seemed amused. “So you mean to play the temptress again? Very well, then tempt me.”
Madeline bit her lower lip at the unmistakable challenge in his tone. This was not the response she had hoped for. There was interest in his eyes just now, perhaps even heat, yet there was no passion and certainly no overwhelming love. Instead, Rayne seemed emotionally distant, determined to hold himself apart from her.
Madeline felt a twist of longing so strong her stomach hurt. She might be chasing a dream, using seduction to make Rayne love her, but she wouldn’t give up just yet.
Confiscating his glass of wine, Madeline took a deep swallow for courage, which drew a surprisingly sharp look from Rayne. Then taking his hand, she led him over to the hearth, where the table and chairs had been arranged for her purpose.
Setting the goblet down on the table, Madeline reached up and pulled the pins from her hair. Thankfully, Rayne’s gaze riveted on her as the silken mass fell down to curl around her breasts.
“You have on far too many clothes,” she said in a low, husky voice. “I intend to take them off.”
“Do as you wish.”
His studied nonchalance was beginning to annoy her. Lifting her face to his, Madeline kissed him flirtatiously, letting her warm mouth linger against Rayne’s as she untied the sash of his dressing gown and pushed the lapels apart, then slid the brocade off his magnificent shoulders to expose his broad bare chest.
Leaning even closer, she raised herself up on her tiptoes and outlined the shell of his ear with her tongue while pressing her belly against his loin
s. Beneath his pantaloons she could feel Rayne’s erection swell instantly at the erotic sensation.
At least his physical lust seemed real. His gaze was hot on her now, and the air had grown sharp with expectation even before she finished undressing him.
Dropping to her knees before him, Madeline removed his bedroom slippers, then unbuttoned his pantaloons and drawers and drew them down his powerful legs. Upon standing once more, Madeline caught her breath at the splendor of his superb body rippling with supple muscle, the mysterious allure of his rampant male flesh rising from his loins.
Rayne was aroused and made no secret of it.
She felt a rush of damp heat between her thighs. She had incited his arousal, and the knowledge excited her.
“What now?” he asked.
The words were faintly taunting, and Madeline could not let his challenge go unanswered.
“Now I demonstrate the skills I have learned,” she promised.
Pressing her hand against his bare chest, she guided him backward toward the chair facing her. When Rayne sat at her urging, she knelt between his parted thighs. His naked masculine beauty made her yearn to caress him with her hands and her mouth, and she intended to fulfill her desire without delay.
Rayne leaned back lazily—until she surprised him by dipping two fingers in the wine glass and painting his chest with the cool liquid.
“It seems you have a hidden wicked streak after all,” he commented in a huskier tone than before.
Madeline smiled a soft, sinful smile. “I am only trying to prove your match, darling. Your wicked streak has been evident since the first moment I met you.”
Wetting her fingers in the wine again, she artfully trailed a path down the muscles of his abdomen. Rayne’s eyes gleamed with a different light now; the spark of heat in the blue depths had changed to hunger.
Determined to rattle his composure even further, Madeline traced the heavy sacs below his tumescence, slowly brushing the soft skin. Then reaching higher, she curled her fingers around his thrusting erection, molding her palm to his hardness. The thick length surged in her hand, while Rayne tensed visibly.
“You need to keep still,” she ordered with a provocative smile. She dipped her fingers once more and held his gaze, looking directly into his eyes as she painted the thick head of his shaft with wine.
A muscle jumped in his jaw that was suddenly tight, Madeline saw with satisfaction. He wasn’t the only one affected, either. She was certain Rayne could see the flush of her own arousal, the rapid flutter of her pulse in her throat.
She bent to his groin then, letting her tongue lick the sweet wine from his rigid flesh, making his breath hiss. His taste was hot and heady and highly arousing all by itself.
Holding his swollen member in a light grasp, she let her mouth close around him fully. When he groaned at the pleasure of it, she suckled harder, relishing her feeling of power at the way Rayne was responding to her touch.
His hips arching against the torment she was inflicting, he started to slide himself slowly between her lips, his hips rising reflexively off the chair, but Madeline would have none of it.
“Be still,” she commanded in a husky voice, “or I will stop.”
He obeyed, yet she suspected it required a great effort for him to maintain control as she explored him. His fingers pressed into the chair’s seat as she went on arousing him, her hands a continuation of her mouth, stroking, squeezing, taunting, while her tongue stimulated him relentlessly.