“I wanted to do tonight, right,” he whispered raggedly, finally pressing his fingers up into the slick skin at the apex of her thighs and pressing right where she wanted him to.
Her eyes almost rolled into her head as she sagged back against him, her lips parting in a breathy gasp. Right!? How could it be any more right?
Henry removed his fingers and his arms all at once, her body swaying in the moment before he took her and spun her to face him.
“I wanted you to be a bride,” he groaned, his eyes sweeping the sight of her dishevelled-half-clothed self. “I wanted to take it slow …”
God, that sounded torturous.
“Please, don’t,” she whispered, her voice catching at her own brazen request.
But Henry only grinned. A wild, feral movement of his lips as he stepped forward and swept her into his arms.
He made quick work getting them across the room, his free hand removing the last of her clothing from her frame as they went.
Whatever still, small voice in the back of her head wanted to assure her that she should be shy or ashamed of her nakedness was bullied into silence by the desire that raced through her.
Maybe if she hadn’t known what was coming … Maybe if she didn’t know the pleasure that his body could bring hers … But she did.
“God,” Henry whispered, his voice breaking up as he laid her back against the pillows and climbed between her legs once more.
The sight of him, moved to distraction the way he was, was enough to have her hips arching off the bed into him, begging him to close that distance.
But he didn’t.
At least not right away.
He recaptured her lips again, his own demanding and heated as he lowered himself to his knees between her legs.
And as much as she liked kissing him, it wasn’t enough.
She lifted her hips again, uncaring as to the laugh that he breathed into her lips when she did.
“Henry,” she begged as he tore his lips from hers and kissed his way instead down her throat.
“Have patience, love.”
Oh, mercy. But she didn’t. Couldn’t he see? Her body begged for his touch. For more. For them to be one.
“Henry, please,” she moaned, writhing against the mattress. “I need more.”
His breath was hot against her chest as he kissed and bit his way down that as well, one hand pulling her knee from the other to lay it out flat against the bed.
“I’m giving you more,” he promised darkly.
“More than just kissing!” she clarified with a gasp as his tongue traced the intent of her belly.
His teeth grazed her hip, his eyes lifting to hers with a heat she didn’t understand.
“But I want to show you just how nice kissing can be,” he whispered into her skin, his tongue tracing her hip and further.
Down, down, his nose nuzzling against her skin until his lips parted her flesh between her thighs and–
“Oh, God,” she breathed, her hips arching up into his lips as his tongue parted her the same way he parted her lips, dragging in and out of her and making her head go fuzzy with the pleasure from it.
“Oh, God!” she cried out as he kissed her.
And as he continued to kiss her, showing her just what more he had meant and then some until she was quivering and crying nonsense beneath him.
