Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Samantha simply stared at him through the darkness. Perhaps she’d misunderstood. No man had ever asked that of her, and she wasn’t sure what to do with it. “Why?”
“Because I don’t know how.” She could almost hear his bashful smile. “Do you?”
“I know how to bring you pleasure.”
He pulled her hand up to press a lingering kiss to the back of it. “That isn’t what I asked.”
She struggled to answer, suddenly feeling shy.
“Do we need to learn together?”
“No.” Her cheeks burned. “Of course not. I know… some things.” Just enough of the full moon’s light slipped in between the curtains for her to see the glint of it in his eyes, and the movement of his lips as they curved up at her answer.
“How innocent are you, Trent? I know I wasn’t your first kiss, you’re much too good. But you seemed to imply earlier that you are a virgin.”
“Both of those things are true, but I’m not innocent.
I grew up in the rookeries. You couldn’t turn a corner without encountering a woman up against a wall or on her knees, doing whatever she had to to survive.
And before I really understood that I shouldn’t, I did engage in a few of those activities.
But that kind of exposure never gave me the education I need to know how to please you.
” His warm hand cupped her cheek and his thumb brushed over her bottom lip. “Will you teach me?”
Those words alone made desire blossom within her. She pressed a kiss against his thumb before wrapping a hand around his neck and pulling him in. His lips were soft and welcoming, but not demanding.
“I can taste the brandy you’ve been drinking.”
“Well, that can only be a good thing. It is Ash’s brandy, after all.”
She laughed, nipping kisses along his jawline, a hint of bristle against her lips and tongue.
“As much as I’m enjoying this, I feel like it’s not what I asked for. It still feels like you’re the one pleasing me.”
“Perhaps I’m trying to show you what I would like.”
A low purr vibrated in his throat. His kisses were slow as he copied her, his tongue tracing a path along her jaw between each one.
He suckled lightly on the tender skin of her neck, sending a chill down her arms. He pulled back and placed a hand on the button at her throat.
“Would you like me to open these and kiss the skin beneath? Would that bring you pleasure?”
A wave of heat rushed through her. His words sparked something in her. They made her want things she’d never longed for before. “I think that would bring me a lot of pleasure.”
His lips pressed soft kisses against her throat, moving down just a bit after each button slipped free. Slowly, he licked down the center of her bare chest. Her breasts were still fully covered, but her nipples pressed themselves against the fabric, begging to be touched.
“You taste even more divine than you smell.”
“I want more,” she said quietly. She’d never before longed to bare herself for a man and have him touch her. In the past, it would only have led to pain and humiliation. But she wanted it with Trent. “Will you help me remove my nightgown?”
“I will do anything you ask of me, as long as it is part of the pursuit of your pleasure.”
She was already thrumming with need. She had experienced sexual pleasure before, but never had she been desperate for it like she was now.
She claimed his mouth again, tasting and exploring.
Pulling away, she tugged up her nightgown and lifted her arms. Trent drew it slowly over her head and dropped it off the side of the bed.
His eyes passed over her body, even though he wouldn’t have been able to see much in the darkness.
“Have you seen a naked woman before?” But then she remembered he'd seen her naked. As her mind started to slip back to that day, he raised her chin and looked into her eyes.
“Not like this, I haven’t. I am yours to command, Samantha. Will you tell me what to do?”
Asking for what she wanted was something she’d never done before, and she didn’t seem to know how.
“We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.”
“But I do want to.” She laughed nervously. “I’m just not entirely sure how.”
He held out his hand. “Show me where you want to be touched.”
Placing her own hand over the back of his, she guided him up to her shoulder, along her collarbone to her neck.
Desire raced through her as she slowly pulled him down to her breast. He was so gentle as he massaged it, and a low hum of appreciation passed his lips.
With her own thumb, she moved his to brush over her nipple.
The sensation made her whimper, so he did it again, sending a streak of pleasure through her.
“I’d like to taste it. Would that bring you pleasure?”
She nodded eagerly. His words had her desperate for more. “Please taste it.”
He didn’t hesitate, and pleasure burst through her as he drew her nipple into his hot mouth. Nothing had ever been like this before. She called out as his tongue flicked over her. Without a thought, she pushed his hand down her stomach to the juncture of her thighs.
He pulled away from her breast and looked into her eyes. “Is that where you want me to touch you?”
“Yes, please.”
He laughed softly. “So polite.” He pressed a soft kiss to her nipple. “Does that mean you want me to stop with these?”
“No. Not if you’re talented enough to do both at the same time.”
“Well, if my dancing skills are anything to go by, I wouldn’t be very optimistic, but I will certainly give it my best shot.” He licked gently over her other nipple. “Will you guide my hand? Show me what feels good for you?”
She opened her legs and urged his fingers to slide over her aching sex.
“My God,” he said, breathlessly. “I had no idea you could produce so much heat.”
Her laugh morphed into a moan as he rubbed over her again. “That means you’re doing it right.”
“Does it?” He lowered his head to taste her nipple again.
This was incredible. He was incredible. So gentle, cherishing her body.
She moved his fingers in slow circles, her breathing accelerating with each repetition.
As a wave of pleasure rushed through her, she left his hand and gripped her fingers into his hair, holding him to her breast. But thankfully, he kept going.
“Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.” She opened her legs even wider, giving herself over to him. Trusting him to take care of her body. Trusting that he would only ever bring her comfort and pleasure. Never pain.
He groaned against her breast, and the knowledge that he was also enjoying it heightened her pleasure even more.
Her body began to tremble, her legs shaking as she neared her climax.
“That’s perfect. Don’t stop.” One more brush of his fingers, and pleasure flooded through her.
Arching her back, she called out his name.
In that moment, there was only pleasure, and Trent.
It was perfect. When she calmed, he stopped and moved up to look into her eyes.
Even through the darkness she could see his awestruck smile.
“You, Trent Gibson, are amazing.” She sighed, still in a euphoric state of bliss. “It’s your turn now.” She reached for him, but he shook his head.
“That was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced. Nothing could make this night better.”
She could still feel his arousal against her thigh. “Why don’t you want me to take care of you?” She nudged him gently with her leg.
“Hopefully, we’ll have plenty of time in the future to get to that. Tonight, I had something so much better. My first lesson in giving you pleasure.”
“There is one more thing that would bring me pleasure.”
“Mmmm.” He kissed her shoulder. “Name it.”
“Take this off.” She tugged on his pajama top. “And hold me while we sleep.”
He removed his top and pulled her back against him with a soft hum. Her head rested on his arm and his warmth surrounded her. It was perfect.
“I was wrong,” he said quietly into her ear. “There was something that could make this night better.”
* * *
Samantha fell asleep within only a few minutes, but not Trent.
He was still reeling from everything. Still enjoying every second of this.
When she called out his name as pleasure overcame her, it was the most incredible thing he’d ever heard.
And now, holding her naked, sated body in his arms while she slept, nothing could be better.
He hadn’t planned on any of that when he’d come into her room.
Ever since the last time he’d heard her crying, alone and scared, he’d stopped at her door each night to listen, just in case.
And tonight, he’d heard her crying once again.
She’d been so lost in her own turmoil, she hadn’t even heard him enter.
She hadn’t seemed to know he was there until he pulled her into his arms. At that moment, he’d had no intention except to comfort her.
She hadn’t said why she’d been crying, but he could guess.
She wanted to marry him, wanted a life with him.
Somehow, even though he didn’t deserve that, he knew it was true.
And she believed that an inability to bear children for him would make him reject her.
But she was wrong. He wanted her as his wife, partner, friend, lover. He would find a way to convince her.
Her alluring scent filled his nostrils as he breathed in deeply, his lips turning up in a smile. He whispered softly, “I love you, Samantha Allister.”
When he woke a few hours later, she was smiling at him again. The room was just beginning to lighten.
“Have you been watching me sleep?”
“I like watching you sleep. It’s the one time you don’t have any worries or responsibilities, and you look so peaceful.”
As he shifted to face her, he got a glimpse under the blanket at her gloriously naked body. He quickly moved his eyes back to her face, and she giggled.
“You may look.” She lifted the blanket. He couldn’t stop his gaze from gliding over every enticing inch of her.
“I told you I wasn’t a perfect gentleman.” Gently, he brushed his fingertip over her nipple.
“Mmmm. Don’t start that. You’ll only make me want more.”
“Perhaps tonight we can have a second lesson.”
“I think tonight it will be your turn for pleasure.”
He shook his head. “It isn’t fair that you know multiple ways to pleasure me, and I know but one way with you. I need more lessons so I can have more arrows in my quiver.”
“Is that some sort of euphemism?”
“Not intentionally.” Heat crept into Trent’s cheeks.
“Well, how can I possibly argue with your request? Especially after you were such a star pupil last night?”
He laughed and kissed her forehead. “I need to get out of your bed before a maid comes in.”
She pulled him down and pressed her lips to his, then snuggled against him for a moment. “Now, you may go.”