“Yes, but then it’s my turn to undress you.”
Her enthusiasm only made him want her more. His fingers trembled with anticipation as he untied her laces, loosening them slightly. He turned her around and gripped the top of her corset, pulling her in for another, urgent kiss. He’d never experienced passion like the heat that burned between them. He reached in with his other hand and unhooked the corset, allowing it to fall to the floor.
He pulled back, sweeping his gaze over her, but there were still too many clothes. As he reached for the hem of her chemise, she stopped him.
“No.”
He froze. Slowly, he uncurled his fingers to let go of the fabric. He’d stopped seeking her permission and chastised himself for it. “I’m sorry, Madelene.” He pulled back but an unexpected smile graced her lips.
“You’d better be.” Her tone was teasing and it caught him off guard. “I said it was my turn next.”
She wasn’t telling him they had to stop. Thank God. “So you did.”
He had stopped. One quiet word was all it had taken and he had stopped without the slightest hesitation. She knew just how strong he was, knew he could easily force himself on her, but he had stopped. The power he allowed her to have over him made her want him even more.
Her stomach fluttered as she reached for his buttons. He stood, simply allowing her to open each one, not rushing her or asking for anything. He draped the shirt over the chair. His skin was fair and smooth as she brushed her hands over his chest and stomach. He didn’t stop her when she moved to unfasten his trousers, but she paused. She owed him the same courtesy he’d given her.
“Yes or no?”
He closed his eyes briefly and swallowed. “Yes.” Was he nervous? She waited a moment, giving him a chance to change his mind, but he didn’t, so she continued. As she pushed his trousers to the floor, she stared at the part of him that stood out against his underwear. Tentatively, she brushed her fingers along its length. His groan startled her. His gaze bored into hers when she looked up.
“Yes,” he said, his breathing heavy.
She cupped her hand lightly around it, but she wasn’t really sure what to do with it. She drew her fingertip along its length, more firmly this time, and he groaned again.
“When do I get another turn?” he asked.
She stepped back, excitement filling her. “Right now.”
“Thank God, because I need to taste you.”
The words sent a rush of desire through her, only intensified by his lips as they landed on hers, urging her to respond in kind. She barely had a chance before his kisses were moving down her neck.
“May I?” He grabbed the hem of her chemise again.
“Yes.” She was desperate for his mouth on her breasts as it had been last night. He didn’t disappoint. The fabric had barely whisked over her head when the heat of his mouth engulfed her sensitive nipple. They groaned in unison as he suckled. His obvious appreciation of her body made her enjoy it all even more.
“I need more and I’m not going to stop and ask you for each and every thing. Promise me you’ll tell me to stop if I go too fast or do something you don’t like.”
She nodded, desperate for him to continue. He raised a brow, waiting for more.
“I promise.”
She tipped her head back as he drew her other nipple into his mouth. Desire like she’d never known was possible burned in her belly and between her thighs.
“I need more too, Simon.”
He pulled himself back and nodded. “Get those off.” He gestured to indicate her drawers as he started on the buttons of his own remaining clothes. Soon, they were both completely naked. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his manhood. She’d only ever seen the male anatomy in pictures of nude statues, and they certainly didn’t look like that.
He laid his underwear over the chair and sat on top of it. “Come here.” He held out a hand to her. She didn’t hesitate to take it, but wasn’t sure what he wanted.
“Straddle me.”
She stared at him, still unsure exactly what he was asking of her.
“Do you remember what you did with my fingers last night?”
She nodded, her stomach fluttering at the memory. She would never forget that.
