“Tell me, Sophie, what do you think about when I touch you.”
“I…I don’t…know. I suppose I like how nice it feels.”
“Nice?” He’d not heard a woman use the word nice where he was concerned in years. It didn’t do much for his pride. “I believe I need to help you with your definitions regarding pleasurable sensations.”
Not waiting for her to answer, he tugged her down to him then rolled her onto her back. Her mouth pouted with surprise, and his cock stiffened at the sight. With a slow stroke, he ran his thumb along her bottom lip and it quivered beneath his touch. Already consumed with the need to touch her, he refused to wait any longer to taste her lips.
Holding her chin with his hand, he kissed her hard. The scent of honey and lemongrass washed over him, teasing his senses. The women he’d made love to in the past had always worn exotic scents, but Sophie smelled of fresh wind and meadows. His tongue plunged into her mouth.
Unlike yesterday, this time she tentatively swirled her tongue around his. It made him rock hard. He pulled away and gently nibbled on her lower lip before his mouth drifted down across her jaw to the side of her neck. The soft moan that escaped her filled him with elation. It had been a long time since he’d been so eager to bed a woman.
His hand deftly undid the buttons of her riding jacket. The garment fell open to expose her white combination. When she murmured a protest, he kissed her until she sighed against his lips. Slowly, his fingers brushed over the tops of her breasts. She stiffened slightly, but didn’t protest as his hand deftly unlaced several of the top loops of her undergarment.
Eager to look at her, he pushed himself upward to view her plump flesh and her dark pink nipple. His inability to fully expose her breast created a dark lust in him. He lowered his head and circled his tongue around her hardened nipple through the thin layer of material that covered the taut peak. The gasp that echoed above his head wasn’t one of protest, but one of pleasure. It encouraged him to continue suckling until the lace of her combination was damp and clinging to the rounded top of her breast. A second later, she arched her body upward, her breast pushing against his mouth. It was a gentle surrender that heightened the erotic sensation of tasting her. God help him, but he would have to take care where this woman was concerned or he might find himself tangled in a web he would find difficult to escape.
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As Quentin’s long, hard body pressed into hers, a hot mist of sensation and pleasure engulfed Sophie. A deep moan passed her lips as his mouth tugged on her nipple until the caress ignited a painfully exquisite need inside her. The sensation was primal in nature, and it left her hungry for something she understood, but had never thought to experience. Fire skimmed its way along her senses until she was certain she would burst into flames.
Sophie gasped as his teeth nipped at her tender flesh. Instinct made her arch her back with a silent demand for more. Her fingers spiked through thick, dark hair that caressed her skin like silk. It wasn’t fair that a man could have such beautiful hair. Even more unfair was the way he could manipulate her body so easily until she was little more than soft clay to be molded in his hands.
A multitude of sensations engulfed her as Quentin took her mouth in a hot kiss. His tongue swirled around hers leaving the sharp tang of apple in its wake as an unfamiliar sensation slid over her. No one had ever kissed her like this. It left her longing for something more. Deep inside her brain, she recognized how wanton her behavior was, but his touch made her crave more. The rough scent of him was overwhelming raw male in its mixture of bergamot soap, leather, and a faint hint of earthy spice.
The thunder of her racing heartbeat echoed in her ears as her arms encircled his neck, and she kissed him with an eagerness that alarmed her. How easily she’d surrendered to his caresses and the hard, firm lips teasing her into submission. The soft earth pressed into her back while the weight of his body pinned her beneath him. It was a confinement she had no wish to escape. His touch thrilled her, and she didn’t want him to stop. The sudden touch of his hand gathering her skirt upward made her inhale a sharp breath. He stopped and raised his head to look down at her.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he commanded in a rough voice. It was an unfamiliar sound, but instinctively she realized it was one of desire. She excited him. Sophie Hamilton, spinster, had aroused the Devil of Devlyn Keep. Exuberance swept over her as she stared up into green eyes blazing with a fire that threatened to consume her. It was the first time in her life that any man had looked at her with passion. The heady knowledge made her shudder beneath him.
