He backed her against the stable wall, his body caging her in. And she did nothing to discourage him, her fingers fisting in his shirt.
Before he could stop himself, he seized her bottom and pulled her against the hardness of his desire for her. Graham knew one forcertain: he would want this woman every day of his life. The tighter that she clung to him, the more his nerves about his inexperience dissipated.
Graham slid his hand up her body, exploring her curves until he reached her breast. She gasped and held onto him tighter. He tenderly squeezed her breast through her dress. With another gasp, she arched her back, pressing her chest against him. The scent of lavender that he’d forever associate with her took over his senses.
Her body responded to his touch, and her nipple hardened beneath his palm. Delighting in her reaction to him, his cock bulged as he teased that precious nipple through the fabric. How he longed to touch her skin, to glide his hands along her softness and warmth. She made the sweetest moans of delight and leaned her head back, exposing her neck to him, and he responded by placing light kisses from her jaw to her neck. His lips trailed along the neckline of her dress, running his tongue just under the edge of her neckline.
“Graham,” she whispered.
Hearing his name on her lips in that moment was the loveliest sound he’d ever heard. And he longed to make her do so over and over again.
He ran his hand along her hip and then gripped her skirts, bunching them in his hands to raise them, making her gasp.
“Do you want me to stop?” he ground out.
“No.” Then she kissed him again.
He shifted his hand so it was beneath her skirts and then brushed his fingers along her thigh. “Have you ever touched yourself here?” he asked against her lips.
Her cheeks pinkened as she shook her head. “I…I know very little. But I know that I don’t want to stop.”
He slid his hand higher and fingered the soft, slick folds between them. Then he almost lost his breath entirely.
“Tell me if you change your mind,” he murmured, but hoping thatshe wouldn’t. Touching her, his first time to every touch a woman in that way, had consumed him.
He hadn’t known what to expect, only what he’d read and imagined, but the heat and slickness as his fingers slid deeper between her legs was nothing like he’d ever dreamed.
She gasped and clung tighter to his shoulders. “Graham…”
He traced her carefully, his thumb circling the little nub at the peak of her folds, something he learned from the book in his study. Her hips jerked against his hand. The sound she made, something that was a half gasp, half whimper, made him groan.
“Does that—does that feel good?” he asked, trailing kisses along her neck.
“Yes,” she whispered, tilted her head to the side, giving him greater access. “Don’t stop.”
He slid a finger inside her, and the tightness nearly destroyed him. He already imagined what it would be like to truly be inside her. The thought alone made his cock strain painfully against his breeches.
Her body clutched around his finger as he worked it gently, then added another, stretching her, filling her. She moaned, her thighs quivering, hips pressing shamelessly against his hand.
“You feel perfect,” he ground out. “Do you feel something building?”
She nodded frantically, breath catching. “Yes—oh, yes—”
He curled his fingers, desperate to wring more of those sounds from her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her breath grew ragged. He pressed his body tighter against her, his cock rubbing against her hip as he continued to pleasure her. The pressure provided a bit of relief from the way he ached from how hard he was.
His thumb worked over her nub again and again until her whole body trembled. It was the most exhilarating experience he’d ever had in his life.
Suddenly, she cried out and lost herself in his arms, her coreclenching around him in hot, pulsing waves.
The sight, the feel, the sound of her release broke him. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming. His cock jerked against the confines of his breeches as he reached his own climax, filling them with his seed as he came with a muffled groan against her throat. He had never come so hard before, and he wasn’t sure he’d survive how intense their wedding night would be.
Graham held her tighter as his seed soaked the fabric, praying she wouldn’t notice.
She slumped against him, her body still quaking. “I didn’t know it could… feel like that,” she whispered, flushed and breathless.
Graham eased his hand from her, smoothing her skirts down so she was covered. His heart still hammered with the enormity of what had just happened.
Diana’s head rested against his chest. “Graham,” she whispered after a long pause, “what was that?”
