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her direction.
“Allow me,” he said softly. With his hands on her sides, he skimmed them up drawing her arms above her head. “Now turn, slowly,” he said and she spun, step by little step, like a ballerina as he unwound the muslin, letting it flutter down to tangle with her naked legs.
As she turned, her thoughts spun wildly. What a wanton I am! This is too soon…it’s only been a day. And yet the truth was, this had been a lifetime in the making. She was contractually bound to this man and this act with him. But she was doing it on her own time, on her own terms.
She h ad planned to take a lover.
And in just one day she had kissed two.
The words society might use to describe her would perhaps be unkind. But Susannah had sweetness upon her lips, and had basked in two loving and adoring gazes and could not find it in her to regret a thing.
If one was going to be a young, pretty heiress, one ought to have as much fun as possible. Especially if Damien did mean to marry her. Not that this wasn’t fun it was…
Terrifying.
Exhilarating.
Daunting.
Tempting.
“Susannah.” His voice had a nice rasp to it. His eyes…they had a certain depth and intensity she hadn’t ever seen before. Except for that day at the lake when he saw her sopping wet with her white gown clinging to all of her new curves. “I had imagined this,” he said.
“You did?”
“But I imagined it all wrong,” he whispered as he looked reverently at her.
“What?”
“You are far more beautiful in this real moment than you were in my fantasies.”
“You fantasized about me?” This revelation surprised her and warmed her heart. Here she’d thought he’d never considered her.
“Ever since that day at the lake. Something had changed.”
“But you didn’t come for me,” she said. She understood his departure—she would have gone too. That he didn’t come when she had begged him had hurt. But…
“I’m here now,” he said clasping her cheeks in his hands and gazing deeply in her eyes. “And I’m not leaving anymore.”
“ Damien, as delightful as this conversation is and while there is a wonderful intimacy to talking with a man whilst in an advanced state of undress…”
“Shut up and kiss you already?”
“Mmmmm…” she murmured because his mouth had crashed down on hers. Where Frannie had been gentle, Damien was a force to be reckoned with. And reckon she did. Her tongue teased and tangled with his. He bit down gently on her lip and she dared the same. Whereas Frannie had tasted of sweetness and innocence, Damien tasted like pure, molten wickedness and it was delicious.
Susannah wrapped her arms around him an d pressed the length of her body against him, drawing a groan from his lips. After years and years and years without any affection, she deserved this and she was going to revel in every moment.
His skin, hot upon hers as he lowered her to the feather mattress. His body, a hard weight baring down upon hers. His arousal, warm and hard and pressing against her entrance. His fingers threaded with hers, their limbs entangled. She started to lose track of where he ended and she began. There was only this tangle of want and need and kiss and touch. It was thrilling like danger and secure like an embrace all at once.
It was just the beginning.
His kiss, hot, searching and exploring. His lips upon hers, a gentle nibble, the slightest pain that felt like pleasure. Damien dragged his mouth down to kiss her neck—who ever knew the skin there could be so sensitive? She shivered from the sensation, her body vibrating against his. Fireworks and sparks wherever they touched, which was everywhere. His kiss, lower now, upon her breasts. She sucked in her breath and held it. She knotted her fingers in his hair needing desperately to hold on as his mouth did such mad, wonderful, wanton things to her. His thumb, flicking across the dusky center of her breast, followed by his mouth and his tongue turning teasing circles
“Allow me,” he said softly. With his hands on her sides, he skimmed them up drawing her arms above her head. “Now turn, slowly,” he said and she spun, step by little step, like a ballerina as he unwound the muslin, letting it flutter down to tangle with her naked legs.
As she turned, her thoughts spun wildly. What a wanton I am! This is too soon…it’s only been a day. And yet the truth was, this had been a lifetime in the making. She was contractually bound to this man and this act with him. But she was doing it on her own time, on her own terms.
She h ad planned to take a lover.
And in just one day she had kissed two.
The words society might use to describe her would perhaps be unkind. But Susannah had sweetness upon her lips, and had basked in two loving and adoring gazes and could not find it in her to regret a thing.
If one was going to be a young, pretty heiress, one ought to have as much fun as possible. Especially if Damien did mean to marry her. Not that this wasn’t fun it was…
Terrifying.
Exhilarating.
Daunting.
Tempting.
“Susannah.” His voice had a nice rasp to it. His eyes…they had a certain depth and intensity she hadn’t ever seen before. Except for that day at the lake when he saw her sopping wet with her white gown clinging to all of her new curves. “I had imagined this,” he said.
“You did?”
“But I imagined it all wrong,” he whispered as he looked reverently at her.
“What?”
“You are far more beautiful in this real moment than you were in my fantasies.”
“You fantasized about me?” This revelation surprised her and warmed her heart. Here she’d thought he’d never considered her.
“Ever since that day at the lake. Something had changed.”
“But you didn’t come for me,” she said. She understood his departure—she would have gone too. That he didn’t come when she had begged him had hurt. But…
“I’m here now,” he said clasping her cheeks in his hands and gazing deeply in her eyes. “And I’m not leaving anymore.”
“ Damien, as delightful as this conversation is and while there is a wonderful intimacy to talking with a man whilst in an advanced state of undress…”
“Shut up and kiss you already?”
“Mmmmm…” she murmured because his mouth had crashed down on hers. Where Frannie had been gentle, Damien was a force to be reckoned with. And reckon she did. Her tongue teased and tangled with his. He bit down gently on her lip and she dared the same. Whereas Frannie had tasted of sweetness and innocence, Damien tasted like pure, molten wickedness and it was delicious.
Susannah wrapped her arms around him an d pressed the length of her body against him, drawing a groan from his lips. After years and years and years without any affection, she deserved this and she was going to revel in every moment.
His skin, hot upon hers as he lowered her to the feather mattress. His body, a hard weight baring down upon hers. His arousal, warm and hard and pressing against her entrance. His fingers threaded with hers, their limbs entangled. She started to lose track of where he ended and she began. There was only this tangle of want and need and kiss and touch. It was thrilling like danger and secure like an embrace all at once.
It was just the beginning.
His kiss, hot, searching and exploring. His lips upon hers, a gentle nibble, the slightest pain that felt like pleasure. Damien dragged his mouth down to kiss her neck—who ever knew the skin there could be so sensitive? She shivered from the sensation, her body vibrating against his. Fireworks and sparks wherever they touched, which was everywhere. His kiss, lower now, upon her breasts. She sucked in her breath and held it. She knotted her fingers in his hair needing desperately to hold on as his mouth did such mad, wonderful, wanton things to her. His thumb, flicking across the dusky center of her breast, followed by his mouth and his tongue turning teasing circles
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