I thought about that night, weeks ago, when Sandro and I’d been alone at the ball. “When he leant closer, I actually closed my eyes. Then my mother screamed, and when I opened my eyes, Sandro was already leaving. But I didn’t see his eyes changing colour. But wait. Yes, it’s true. In Tunis, I noticed his eyes becoming glossy and black.” I glanced at him. “After we kissed.”
His thumb brushed my knuckles in slow, gentle circles that seemed to tell me I was precious to him. “How was it?”
“What?” My breath came out a little quicker.
“Kissing Sandro when you really liked him.” His voice lowered.
I shifted my weight. “Well, I have to say it was magical. He looked like my ideal man, straight out of my fantasies. So of course, his kiss was simply perfect. Too perfect now that I think about it.”
“Too perfect?” He kept stroking my hand with the rough pad of his thumb.
“The kiss lacked passion or wildness. I knew exactly what and how he was going to do it. He was a product of my imagination, in a way, so his actions were following my own wishes. There was no excitement, no surprise.”
“And when I kiss you?” He stepped in front of me, slowly pushing me against the wall.
I loved the rough edge in his husky voice. “It’s wild. I’m on the edge all the time, and I like it. Why don’t you do it again? You promised you would.”
His mouth was over mine in a moment. The kiss didn’t start slowly, but like a punishment. The tip of his tongue pried my lips open and explored every inch of my mouth with urgent, confident strokes. When the hard muscles of his chest pressed against my body, my knees weakened. Rennie devoured my mouth with an intense hunger that woke my desire. As his big hands took my waist, he kissed my jaw and neck, whispering my name. My core throbbed, remembering his touch.
“Anyone can see us,” he muttered against my skin. His thumb brushed the underside of my breast before stroking my nipple through the fabric of my shirt.
I didn’t want him to stop. Even my body didn’t want him to stop, if the way my back arched, thrusting my breasts deeper into his palm, was any indication. So I trailed my hand over his inner thigh, heading towards the unmistakable bulge in his trousers.
He sucked in a shaky breath and kissed my collarbone. “This is a dangerous game.”
An exciting game. I could become addicted to the way he breathed hard when I touched him. Brushing my lips over a tempting spot on his neck, I stroked his long shaft. It twitched in my hand at the same time as Rennie made a growling noise deep in his throat. I loved that sound. It made me feel desired.
I ran my hand up and down his length, savouring every groan as it left his lips. “I’m curious to know how...” I paused, wondering if I really, really wanted to end the sentence.
He pinched my nipple hard enough to make me moan. “What are you curious about?”
My chest lifted and lowered quickly. “How it would feel inside me.”
His growl from before became the most sensual sound I’d ever heard. With deft fingers, he undid the first buttons of my shirt. I pressed my hand over his hard shaft in response, and he paused, closing his eyes and muttering a curse that would have earned him a slap from my mother.
My nipples peaked when he lowered the hems of my shirt and chemise, exposing them to his hungry gaze. Then his mouth covered my breast and his tongue flicked over my aching nipple. The sensation speared through me and heated my core with wet desire. He sucked hard, and each pull caused the throb between my thighs to intensify. It bordered on pain.
In a frenzy, I slid my hand inside his trousers. I was worried he might stop me. But the moment I touched the silky skin of his rock-hard shaft, he hissed and sucked on my nipple harder. He felt even bigger with my hand touching his naked skin. Steel sheathed in silk. I had to squeeze my thighs together to ease the ache between them at the thought of him sliding inside me, stretching me.
I was going to die in a pool of pleasure. “Please,” I said, although I had no idea what I was pleading for. “Please.”
He bunched my skirts and lifted them to my waist while tonguing my nipples. Then his rough fingers were stroking the delicate skin of my inner thighs, and I stopped breathing for a moment. His hips rubbed against my hand. If possible, his shaft grew bigger as I gently ran my hand up and down it while rubbing the blunt head with my thumb. I didn’t know what I was doing, but it didn’t seem to matter.
I gasped when his fingers found the spot that ached the most. He caressed it gently with slow circles, spilling a burning sensation into my body. I rocked my hips until we were both moving while touching each other, stealing kisses and biting our lips.
His hard finger entered me and stroked a spot deep inside me. A crescendo of sensations was flaming through my body. The conservatory disappeared as I focused only on Rennie’s scent and touch. I was on the verge of a monumental cliff. At a flick of his tongue over my nipple, energy burst inside me. I was shattered by the strength of my feelings and sagged against him. But he wasn’t finished with me.
He slid his fingers in and out of me, rubbing and kissing me harder. His hands, lips, and tongue were suddenly everywhere on my body, making me squirm again and making me moan his name until he wrung out of me another powerful release. White flashes danced in front of me with the pleasure. Only then, his assault slowed. He watched me, a light of triumph in his eyes.
“Who makes you feel better now?” he asked, still stroking my wet, sensitive core.
“It’s not a competition,” I said among pants.
“Maybe.” He pinched my little nub and tweaked it, making me shudder with need again. “But I want an answer.”
“I don’t know.” I was wheezing. “I’m not sure.”
“You aren’t sure?” He pressed the pad of his thumb over my nub while rolling my nipple between his lips. His teeth grazed the swollen tip of my breast while his fingers were sliding in and out of me. The third release shuddered through me so hard my knees nearly buckled. He held me upright, scattering kisses over my breasts.
