Flirting With Forever Gwyn Cready (best book series to read txt) 📖

she’d felt this, so, so long since she’d felt entirely at ease, the ground was slipping beneath her. She knew she should wait, had told herself as much no more than a moment before, but those lips had melted her resolve. It wasn’t a fair fight, though she was certain for Peter it wasn’t a fight at al . His forthrightness, his unremitting honesty stripped her of any ability to object, and any wish to. But with al the power, he must rule gently. He must not try to coax her beyond a few kisses. For if he did, they would both regret it.

A little more, she told herself. A little more. Peter wil stop it before we’ve gone too far.

“Apparently I do want it.”

She laughed, a wicked, wil ing laugh, and Peter felt himself harden. He jerked the gown open, and she gasped.

The sweet pink flesh tightened instantly. He drew his palm over its luxuriant stiffness.

“Tel me this pleases you,” he whispered.

Her lids came down. “Yes.”

He wished he could see her eyes. He wanted what he saw there to guide him. He pul ed her close and their mouths locked. Hungrily he supped, his hands in her hair, her arms locked across his back. He could feel her need, more than mere carnality, and the storm of emotion it summoned in him was driving him to the edge of endurance.

“Did he hurt you?” He must know, and the taste of honey on her neck and ear made his need for the knowledge more urgent.

“Yes.”

“I hate him for that. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Does he love you?”

“Yes.”

“Then I wil learn to endure it.”

He kissed her more and felt her tremble. If was as if she were coming to pieces, and he had to enclose her in his arms to protect her. Beyond them, the sky fil ed with light.

One boom after another. He could feel reverberations deep in his chest and wondered if she could, too. The crowds roared, and their joy floated out into the night.

He rose up and held her. “A night to remember.”

“Aye.”

He kissed her again, and she kissed back, hard and desirous, shaking him to the marrow. Drunk with an overpowering lust and joy, he brought his mouth lower and traced the edge of her shoulder. He ached to join with her, a soaring pain that ran up his back, squeezed his lungs and bisected his heart. It was nothing but disordered, raw, terrifying need.

Her skin was warm, inebriatingly scented, and in a rush he was at her nipple, tasting at last what had haunted his thoughts this last hour. It hardened further at his touch, and he flicked his tongue roughly over the intricate bas-relief.

Desire screamed in his bones. Blindly he pul ed, letting the urge take him, and her earthy, deep rumble frenzied him. The harder he pul ed, the louder the sounds grew and the less rational his thoughts became.

His hands knew no master. Her hips ground under his brutish touch, and he desired only to tear them loose of the fabric that covered them. He fastened her hands at her back and bent her to his liking, jerking the bare breast upward. How he longed to plow her.

“Tel me,” he said, bringing his lips to her ear. “Tel me you want this.”

She did not answer, and he brought the nipple between his fingers and plucked.

She arched, a beautiful, rigid arch, and he plucked again. Her mouth fel open. Oh, how he longed to employ it.

“You have not won me,” she whispered, eyes closed.

“Not yet.”

He laughed and dropped to his knees. “Have I not?”

He rucked the gown to her waist. In the blackness of the night he laid his palms on the amorphous patches of light that must be her thighs and brought his thumbs across the silky tufts to her nexus. Gently he rol ed her bud. She gripped the railing, sounding her desire openly.

He would win her. She would rock every rooftop in London with the cries of her pleasure.

He brought his mouth to the bloom and kissed her, a slow, quivering kiss that sent a howl through his brain. She tasted of spiced summer fruit, and he drank deeply, paced by the rhythmic rocking of her hips.

Her fingers threaded his hair, urging him on, but he had better use for them.

He pul ed free and waited until she opened her eyes.

“Show me,” he demanded.

For an instant she was confused,