Chapter Fifteen #3
The sound of her full name in his voice as his warm breath whispered over her nape had gooseflesh rippling over her skin. How did he know that? “I…”
“I want you in all the ways that matter.” After hooking his fingers into the bodice of her gown, he wrenched it downward until her breasts popped free. The cool autumnal air skated over her nipples and tightened them.
“Oh, but you…” But her words died an early death as he slowly drew the fabric of her skirting upward, bunched it at her waist, and then his fingers drifted over the top of her thigh. “If you would let me turn—”
“No.” He pressed tiny kisses to the side of her neck while kneading her breast with his other hand. “Not just yet,” he said with a nip and nuzzle at the spot where her shoulder joined her neck.
Heat gathered between her thighs, but she bit her bottom lip to keep from pleading with him.
“Don’t torment me.” She dropped her head back as he rolled her nipple.
Pleasure laced with pinpricks of pain rippled through her while anticipation built in her lower belly as he played at her feminine curls.
“But that is one of the things that brought us together.” He squeezed her breast, his fingers hot on her skin despite the wet shift. “If you hadn’t saved my life, I wouldn’t be here, so you should at least grant me some latitude.”
“And then?” Would he finally answer her question? When he lightly pinched her nipple, she squealed. Arching her back, Rose reached upward and curled her fingers about his nape, effectively pulling him closer.
“We shall see.” After briefly suckling her shoulder, Laurence slipped his fingers between her thighs, chuckling when she made a far-too-desperate whimper.
“Spread your legs, my lady.” He continued to knead her breast with his free hand. “I can’t properly pleasure you if you don’t allow me the space.” Insistence rang through the command.
The moment she followed his order, he eased his fingers along her folds while holding her about her middle. As she shook from the pure joy of that touch, he then pushed two fingers inside her body and began gently pumping in and out.
“God, you’re so wet. You certainly weren’t lying about how you feel about me.” His whispered voice added another layer of excitement to what he was already doing.
The edges of her mind were rapidly fraying, and she could barely put words together by the time he rubbed those talented fingers over the swelling, sensitive bud at her center.
Shivery sensation danced along her nerve endings, burned through her blood as he worked his magic.
With every flick of his thumb, every gentle pump of his fingers, desire coiled and built, intent to become a living entity that would devour her if that cycle wasn’t broken, and soon.
Yet it was all the more exquisite because it wasn’t the frantic, frenzied way they’d come together the last time.
And that brought tears to her eyes.
“Here.” She covered his hand, pressed him tighter against her, showed him how to worry that button so she’d gain the most bliss.
“I adore women who know exactly what they need, and it makes you all the more beautiful.” His smug chuckle warmed her ear.
“Do hush.” Needing more sensations and pleasure, Rose lifted a hand to the breast he ignored and plucked at its nipple, gasping.
Intense threads of feeling streaked into her core, adding to the torture he gave her.
As wonderful as his fingers in her body and on her nubbin were, she craved the feel of him moving within her, that friction of bodies gliding against each other.
In short, she merely wanted him. “I’m so close. ”
He circled his index finger around her button. Then he strummed his fingers over the sensitized flesh. His other arm around her waist was the only support keeping her upright as her body lost the ability to stand while sensations crashed over her.
“Oh…” She adored the seconds just before she came undone, as her body tensed, straining toward that one grand moment that would send it into bliss.
“Laurence!” The world tipped sideways as the rushing chasm swept her on its tide.
Her inner muscles contracted with the waves.
Pleasure shot through her body. “That happened far too fast for me to savor.”
“Don’t worry, for that was just the first release of the night.”
How could she survive another? When she slumped, the captain lifted her in his arms. “What are you doing?”
“Carrying you deeper into the tree cover.”
“Why?” Sanity was slowly returning.
“Why do you think? I’m going to have my wicked way with you.
” He carried her over the grass and then into the woods.
After going several feet in, he deposited her upon a small clearing and laid her down on the soft, cool grass.
As he loomed over her, he grinned. “I am not nearly done with you tonight. Afterward, I’ll give you my answer. ”
Though she was fairly certain she knew what he’d say, she lost another piece of her heart to him anyway. Lifting her arms to him, she said, “I look forward to the challenge.”
In everything.