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She knew what she needed, and what she wanted, and wasn’t about to wait any longer for it. Maddie undid the tie holding back Lucky’s hair and combed her fingers through the silky strands, rubbing his scalp. “Are you going to kiss me or not?”
“Yes, I am.”
Though she craved it, wanted it beyond all else, she was stunned by the soft warmth, the perfection of his lips gliding over hers. She closed her eyes in order to concentrate on the wonderful, astonishing pleasure. Playfully, his tongue teased her lips apart and darted into her mouth.
His hands were both caressing her back now, and the heat penetrating her dress was cruelly devastating, in a sweet, exciting way. When he slowed the kiss, it was to say, “I want to do more than kiss you, darling.”
“That’s what I want, too,” she replied, and then squealed, caught off guard by the way he swept her off her feet and into his arms. It was amazing—being held by him—and anticipating what was yet to come made her giddy.
Lucky crossed the room, set her on the bed and then forced her to lie down by leaning over her, all the while stealing the smile off her face by kissing her breathless. Maddie didn’t open her eyes when the kiss ended, but giggled when she heard two thuds, knowing he’d just kicked off his boots.
His hands settled on her sides and then moved, rubbing from her hips to her rib cage and down again. She had to open her eyes. The caress was so fascinating. Each pass of his hands had her body responding, her nipples tightening and a need inside her that she now understood.
“I want you, Lucky,” she said, having no idea how else to explain the fierce yearning she felt.
“I want you, too, darling.”
When he started to unbutton her dress, she watched in awe. It was a simple act, one she performed daily, but the way he undid each button inched up the excitement building within her. After the last button, when she pondered briefly about sitting up to remove her dress, he grasped her waist again. A moan formed in the back of her throat, and her nipples started to throb. His hands, big and gentle, and so wonderful, spread across her stomach and slowly made their way to her breasts.
The moan in her throat broke loose. His teasing strokes continued, and her desires turned more primitive. Lucky leaned forward, kissing her again and again while he slipped the dress over her shoulders, down her arms until her weight, pressed deeply into the soft comfort of their bed, prevented the material from moving any farther.
The boldness she’d found earlier was back, and she pushed at him, forcing him to sit up so she could wiggle her way out of the top half of her dress. Lucky untied her camisole and ran his fingers beneath the straps, pushing them over her shoulders all the way down to her elbows while kissing her chin and her neck. The thought of exposing herself to him sent a shiver of delight up her spine.
His smile said he was pleased by what he saw, and Maddie couldn’t speak. What she’d heard in the past, what she knew, had left her with nothing but hints of what to expect. This, all this, she couldn’t quite comprehend.
Lucky held her breasts, one in each hand, and twirled his tongue around each of her nipples, one by one. Maddie had to remind herself to breathe and wondered if she might go mad from pleasure as his lips closed around one nipple, suckling.
Gasping for air, she grasped his head, held him at her breast, certain she might very well die if he stopped right then.
Lucky’s chuckle made her growl. “Good heavens,” she said between short snippets of air. “I had no idea, I—” She stopped shy of saying she’d never imagined her breasts were capable of hosting such tremendous sensations.
“I did,” he said, moving to the other breast. Before taking that one into his mouth, he added, “I knew you were perfect the moment I saw you.”
“No one’s perfect,” she said, by habit only. Things were muddling in her mind, making no sense. She didn’t mind, though, thinking straight was impossible.
“You are,” he answered, tugging her toward the edge of the bed. When he stood, he pulled her onto her feet and held her as she wobbled. The stars in his eyes were as bright as she’d ever seen, and her last bit of propriety—the small amount she’d been holding on to—fell away.
About as frantic as someone with red ants in their pants, she pulled down the rest of her dress and then tugged at the stays holding up her pantaloons and petticoat. Lucky laughed again, folding his hands around hers. “Slow down, darling. We have all night.”
The urgency, the yearning growing more feverish by the second, couldn’t be quelled that easily. “I don’t plan on wasting a minute,” she answered, trying to explain.
