Chapter Twelve #3
He took her hand in his and led her out of the ballroom and up the stairs to the third floor.
The entire time she walked, she didn’t think her feet touched the ground.
She glided on anticipation, excitement, and desire.
Several people were milling about the dimly lit corridor, but she didn’t make eye contact or say anything to them as Greyson led her to the second-to-last room on the left.
He produced a key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and opened it, waving her in ahead of him.
She stepped over the threshold and gasped as Greyson shut and locked the door, then pocketed the key.
“Is something wrong?” he asked as he removed his mask.
She removed her mask to see the room more clearly. “Not at all. The room is beautiful.”
“I’m glad you like it. I requested it especially for you.”
“Me?” she blurted. Her eyes followed the trail of red rose petals from the door to the bed, where the white sheets and the turned-down counterpane were sprinkled with them.
On one bedside table sat a tray of grapes and strawberries.
On the opposite side of the bed stood a bottle of champagne and two crystal flutes.
A low fire in the hearth cast a romantic glow throughout the small bedroom.
“You thought of everything. It is beyond romantic.”
He moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He lowered the hood of her costume, swept her hair aside, and pressed his warm, soft lips to her neck. “You bring out the romantic in me,” he murmured.
A sigh escaped her lips, and her body liquefied. One of Greyson’s hands slid up over her stomach until he cupped one of her breasts, his thumb swirling around her nipple. It hardened instantly under his touch.
“Your breasts are firm and made for my hands. The fit is perfect. May I remove your shepherdess dress? I do love you in it, though.”
“Yes,” she breathed, her body tingling with anticipation.
His large, capable hands untied the rope around her waist, teasingly slow, letting it fall to the floor.
Then, with both hands, he reached for the hem of her dress.
Again, he went tantalizingly slowly, pulling it up inch by inch, the fabric teasing her oversensitive skin, until it went over her head and fell carelessly to the floor.
Cool air kissed her naked body, and she was shocked he’d removed her chemise as well.
“You said my dress.” She shivered, not just from the cold.
“We both know your chemise needed to go.” His voice sounded deep and strained, as if he were trying to control his eagerness and emotions.
Letitia still didn’t move, her back facing his front. “Perhaps, Greyson, you should remove your clothing. It’s only fair for you to be naked since I am.”
He chuckled deeply. “Say no more.”
She didn’t dare look as the rustling of clothing came from behind her. She wanted to wait until all his clothes were removed so she could see him in all his naked glory. “Are you void of all clothing?”
“Yes,” he groaned.
“Good,” she whispered as she turned and found him about three feet away, perfect for her to look her fill.
She tried not to think of him doing the same to her, even though she knew he was.
Instead, she let her gaze drift slowly down his body.
His shoulders were wide and his arms muscular.
Not that this was new to her. She’d known this even with his clothes on.
His chest was hard, sprinkled with light-brown hair.
His stomach was flat, leading to a narrow waist. She skipped to his impressive thighs and calves.
Then her eyes fell on his manhood, hard, large, and reaching out to her.
Greyson coughed. “Do you like what you see?”
She sputtered and crossed her arms beneath her breasts, then thought better of it when they looked more pronounced. “You are a fine specimen of the male species,” she teased. “But you knew that already.”
One side of his mouth quirked upward. “Thank you. Are you going to ask whether I like what I see?”
Heat scorched her cheeks. “No, I can see you do.”
“Well, I’m going to tell you anyway. You are perfect, as I knew you would be. The blonde hair between your thighs intrigues me. I can’t wait to taste you there.” He inhaled. “I can already scent your arousal.”
She inhaled and shook her head, hoping what he said was a lie. “You can’t.”
He reached for her, scooped her into his arms, and set her on the bed, scattering rose petals everywhere.
“You’re right. I can’t, but I will when my head’s buried between your thighs.
” He covered her with his body and took her mouth in a kiss that seared her entire being.
Her tongue danced, retreated, then danced again with his.
His teeth nipped her bottom lip as their desires flared out of control.
“Christ,” Greyson said, breaking the kiss and burying his head in her neck as he gasped for air.
“I need you. So badly. I may not be at my best. Forgive me, but I promise I’ll make up for it next time.
” His hand moved down her body until he reached her core.
Her hips rose to meet his hand. “Good. You are wet. Forgive me, but I need to be inside you. Just give me a moment.” He produced a French letter from beneath a pillow and put it on, surprising her with his thoughtfulness in protecting her.
When he covered her body with his, she wrapped her legs around his hips and moaned as his hard cock pressed against her entrance. “I want you inside me just as badly.”
He reached between their bodies, took his manhood in his hand, and guided it into her welcoming sheath. When her body accommodated his length and size and he was seated deep inside her, he looked at her in wonder. She felt like the most cherished and loved woman alive and smiled at him.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No. You feel amazing inside me. Why would you say that?”
He chuckled, and she felt his cock twitching inside her. “Because I’m better endowed than most.”
“You may be, but you fit me perfectly.”
Her words had him groaning. He leaned down and took her lips in another punishing kiss as he moved in and out of her.
He tore his lips from hers, buried his head in her hair, and pounded into her until she tingled all over.
She soared into the sky and exploded. Greyson buried himself deep, froze, and groaned loudly.
He rolled off her, removed the French letter, and set it on the bedside table. Then he took her into his arms and pulled up the covers. “Rest. I plan to have you again soon. And this time it won’t be quick.”
With his arms around her and his warm body pressed against her back, Letitia closed her eyes and fell asleep.