His husky command shocked and thrilled her. Obediently, with trembling hands, Selena complied, drawing down the lowcut bodice of her gown, baring her breasts to her husband’s hot gaze.
“That’s good,” he murmured, “but not good enough.”
When Selena stared at him in bewilderment, Kyle met her gaze with a bland expression that was at odds with the smoldering gleam in his eyes. “I can’t reach, you see,” he murmured helpfully. “Offer your breasts to me.”
Feeling her cheeks flood with color, Selena hesitated. But desire overcame modesty, and a heartbeat later she cupped her fingers under the swell of her breasts, pushing them up, craving the heat of his mouth.
But when he bent his head, he turned his lips aside, instead, brushing the sensitive right nipple with his cheek. The peak was already hard and distended, and the rasping contact sent a streaking heat shuddering through Selena. She whimpered in spite of her vow not to make a sound.
“What do you want me to do next, Moonwitch?”
“What…do you mean?”
“Do you want me to kiss your breasts?”
She did, but she couldn’t make herself say so.
“Do you want me to touch you there with my tongue?” Unhurriedly, Kyle flicked his tongue over the taut bud. Selena clenched her jaw at the exquisite torment. “Come now,” he chided when she didn’t reply, “do you want me to suck on your nipples?” With deliberate slowness, he closed his lips over the tip and tugged.
“Kyle…you’re tormenting me.”
“Do you want me to—”
“Yes!” she gasped.
“Then say it.”
“Kyle…”
“Say it.”
“Yes… I want… you to… kiss me there.”
And finally he did, his lips and tongue and even teeth carrying out the delightful torment he had promised, giving her as much pleasure as she could possibly stand. And except for a soft pant or two, she endured it all in silence, conscious of his accusation—until his sensitive fingers found their way beneath her skirts and discovered the warmth of her below. When he cupped the rise of her silky curls at the juncture of her thighs, Selena quivered, and when his hand moved between her legs, seeking and caressing, her hushed moan was audible in the quiet darkness.
“See,” Kyle murmured, a smile in his voice, “you do carry on.”
Selena opened her eyes abruptly. It stung her pride that he was so right.
“Perhaps,” she countered with breathless indignation as she met his gaze, “I could make you carry on.”
He cocked his head in speculation, his eyes glimmering. “I imagine you could. You’re certainly welcome to try.”
It was a challenge Selena couldn’t ignore. Stiffening her spine, she proceeded to remove her gloves, one finger at a time.
“This looks serious,” Kyle commented with mock alarm. “Are you declaring war?”
“Indeed,” she answered without hesitation, and let her gloves fall to the floor. Slowly then, and with great daring, she looped her arms around his neck, leaning forward and deliberately pressing her breasts against his chest.
But when she would have kissed him, Kyle drew his head back. “What if I surrender first?”
“No, I won’t allow it.”
Startled by the husky determination in her voice and the seductive smile on her lips, Kyle stared at her. Selena had been a gently bred lady when he married her, a mere innocent, but just now her eyes held a woman’s promise, provocative and fascinating.
He had tutored her better than he knew, for while Selena’s soft lips played with his, her clever fingers sought and found his rigid arousal beneath his pantaloons, curving around the pulsing crest. With exquisite slowness, she stroked him, watching with satisfaction as Kyle closed his eyes and let his head fall back in surrender. It was gratifying to see him clench his jaw in an effort to control himself, to feel his powerfully muscled body tremble at her touch.
It wasn’t long, either, till she gained her original objective. Several moments later, when her delicate fingers slipped even lower to cup the softer flesh at the base of his magnificent shaft, Kyle groaned.