Chapter Sixteen #2
He picked her up in his arms and whispered, “Let’s go to bed.”
She buried her face into his jacket and merely nodded, too overcome with emotions to even speak. After tonight there would be no going back, and they both knew it.
She barely noted when Lucien laid her gently on her bed. Her heart pounded in her chest.
She wanted her body to remember. But she also wanted new memories.
She was beginning to despair that this would not be the same when Lucien followed her down, the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress. He made a sound low in his throat and began kissing down her neck.
And that was when her body remembered. She felt it begin in her toes, a tingling sensation, a warmth that traveled up her legs, pooled in the most sensitive areas between her legs, making her hot and aching, then moving on to her breasts and her neck and her face.
It was as if she were awakening from a long winter nap.
Perhaps here, in bed, would be the one place he was the Lucien she had known.
Her body was awake and aware. Oh, how aware. How gloriously, wonderfully, exquisitely aware.
She realized now that for the past five years, she’d not been living. She’d been merely existing. How had she ever thought she could remain a spinster? Or was it only in Lucien’s arms she could feel this heat, this desire—feel so alive?
She lay beneath him as he slowly undressed her, barely noting the cold air as each layer was removed.
Every nerve ending was on fire, desperate for his touch.
His lips trailed over her bare skin as if in worship.
When she finally lay naked under his gaze, she watched with heat building as he lifted a shaky hand and ran it down her side.
“So soft…” He bent and pressed his lips to one bared breast.
The tenderness was what got her. This was the Lucien she’d known before. His touch wasn’t that of a stranger. It was the touch of her Lucien. His hand traveled down her body, stopping at her womanhood. He lay his hand there and drew in a deep breath.
She rose up onto her elbows. “Are you having second thoughts?”
He looked at her with heat and desire flaring in his eyes. “I was just thinking how lucky I am to have you. How you make my return bearable. And how I want this night to be special.”
He was beautiful and she’d not yet seen him completely naked. Her heart beat frantically, her attraction to him overwhelming her. The thought of one day lying with this man every night, was intoxicating. A small thought entered her head, especially if he gave her his heart…
Tonight, she would freely give herself to the man she loved, and she would then savor the memory for eternity. She’d enjoy Lucien’s touch, and she’d give everything of herself to ensure he was satisfied. To wipe away the memory of any other.
“You’re beautiful, Lucien. I’ve always remembered you as beautiful,” she added wistfully. “It’s your turn to undress.”
“I’ve wanted you since we arrived here.” The deliberate plea in his voice saw her reach for the placket of his trousers. Her fingers fumbled and she heard him issue a curse before he swept her hands aside and freed his rigid erection into her waiting hands.
Her hand firmed around the thick length, and at her first stroke, he sighed and tilted his head back. She explored him and realized her touch pleased him.
Finally, he let out a groan and he pushed her down on the bed. “You have far too many clothes on,” she huskily murmured. “Remove them and let me watch.”
When he complied, she drank her fill. There were a few more scars on his body that hadn’t been there before, and he’d filled out. All muscle. No longer the softness of youth.
“You’re even more beautiful than I had ever imagined.” She brushed a hand over his chest. “You’re worth waiting for, but I’ve waited far too long. And I’m hungry for you.”
He took her hand and dragged it down over every ridge and muscle of his torso to his groin. She was startled by the warmth pooling in her stomach at the feel of him, hard and hot beneath her palm.
“See what you do to me. My body wants you. I want you.”
The earthy rawness of his words sent a shudder down her spine. She loved how he encouraged her hand to explore more of him.
He cupped her chin and the suddenness of his kiss started a fire raging in her belly. She gave herself up to pleasure as his hands explored her naked flesh.
He kissed her. It was a demanding kiss, possessive and controlling.
Hot and needy, his tongue swept into her mouth.
The taste of maleness on it tantalized her taste buds as it swirled around hers until she lay weak and needy on the pillow.
A strong hand ran over every inch of her goose-bumped skin, igniting the heat of passion within her.
He deepened the kiss. It tugged at her, demanding a response and she gave it willingly.
The feel of his soft chest hair upon her sensitive nipples shot tiny frissons of sensation across her skin. He felt so large, so big and so overwhelming as she lay in the protective shadow of his massive frame.
The skillful touch had her melting. His dark, spicy scent was like an aphrodisiac, urging her on. She pushed even closer, exploring further.
Cool air brushed her mouth as his lips danced across her cheek in search of first her ear lobe, and then her neck.
“You have the graceful neck of a swan.”
An instant later, a large hand intimately cupped her, while his thumb brushed across her nipple.
She shuddered in his embrace and with a low moan of pleasure, her head fell backward, allowing and encouraging his lips to glide down her throat.
His teeth gently nipped her as he moved his mouth ever closer to where his thumb continued to circle around the stiff peak of her breast. She was soon craving his mouth upon her nipple.
It was heaven, it was hell, it was everything she’d fantasized about and then more… Heaven to allow herself to succumb to his tantalizing touch; hell, to have so much hunger.
The second his mouth gave her relief, and he captured and sucked firmly on her sensitive nipple, another moan poured out of her. The wet heat of his mouth reignited another wild need and she demanded satisfaction. Her fingers sought the hard length of him and circled around his thickness.
Her touch drew a moan of delight from him, and he moved his body so that his member thrust in and out of her grasp. The thought of him, the size of him, sliding deep within her, made her shiver with a mixture of trepidation and excitement.
This was not as she remembered but then it had been her first time, and he had been a gentleman. This Lucien was as rough and raw in bed as he was out of it. And she loved it.
A sigh of bliss slid past her lips as he massaged her other breast and his mouth continued to devour her engorged nipple.
Never in her wildest imaginings had she experienced such deliciously sinful sensations.
He aroused her completely. Fire flooded wildly through her veins, and the moment his teeth bit down, her insides grew slick with her desire.
The palm of his hand caressed her throat before moving down to her belly. A tremor rocked her to her core.
“Are you hot and wet for me? You’re my beautifully responsive girl, my dream come true.”
His lungs burned as if on fire as he sent his fingers seeking the warmth and heat between her legs.
She did not disappoint. As she released a soft sound of excitement, possessiveness surged through him and he kissed her again and again, lusting after the fresh sugary taste of her tongue against his.
With an eagerness that pleased him, Courtney pressed herself upon his hand, her damp curls enticing his throbbing cock.
Christ, her abandoned passion made his gut lurch with desire yet again.
He wanted her like nothing he’d ever experienced before.
No woman had affected him like Courtney did.
The memory of Ava fled before the sensual innocence of the lady lying beneath him.
Her fingernails lightly scored the skin on his back as she murmured his name in an aching plea. He’d never heard anything so sweet in all his life.
“God, the sight of you almost unmans me,” he whispered as he struggled for control. It had been a long time since he’d lain with a woman.
She smiled seductively and let her legs drop open. The strong scent of her arousal assailed him and coupled with the image of her womanhood glistening in the firelight, it saw his control flee completely.
Surprise swept over her face as he grabbed a pillow and situated it beneath her bottom.
He couldn’t wait any longer, so he used his thighs to part hers wider and pressed his aching cock into her, savoring her tightness as inch by inch, he slowly entered her, filling her to the hilt.
Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a deeply satisfied sigh. “This feels so right.”
Gratified by her response, his body rejoiced at the hotly aroused sight of her beneath him.
He held himself still above her, his arms shaking.
He wanted to pound into her but knew if he did so, he would not last. Plus, it was most likely ungentlemanly.
Hell, making love to her before marriage was ungentlemanly, but as she’d told him, he couldn’t ruin her twice.
When he refused to move, she opened her eyes, “Are you all right?”
“I’ve never felt better.”
She was a prize all right. God almighty, she was tight and fiery around his cock. She punctuated her words by arching her body, forcing him to withdraw and then sink back into her, penetrating her deeper. At this rate, she would make him come faster than an inexperienced youth.
He used his hands to steady her hips so he could thrust in more deeply.
He pushed her legs up higher, opening her fully and at last his control evaporated.
As if on the edge of insanity, he pounded into her hot depths.
She tilted her hips, matching him thrust for thrust, her bountiful breasts jiggling enticingly as he slammed into her.
He could feel his sacs become tight and full as they brushed against her. He could not last….
A sharp cry broke from her lips, as her fingernails dug deep into his buttocks, and her tight sheath contracted around him with spasms of pleasure, her breath coming in loud gasps.
As she continued to contract around him, the tightness drew out his own release.
With a roar, he thrust one final time and spilled his seed deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, completely spent, unable to hold himself up any longer.
His body throbbed with a pleasure. It was as if every woman that had come before her had been a mere scrap, while she was the feast. She had just succeeded in wiping the memory of all others from his mind.
He drank in big gulps of air, enjoying the feel of the slowly ebbing waves of their climax. If it was always like this, he would be a happy man indeed and they would have a successful marriage.