Page 47 of Rogue Lyon

As he’d spoken, he’d cupped her breasts. They were exposed now and her gown slid to her waist.

“Oh…” She let her head rest against his and blew out a breath. Her nipples were hard, little points and so hot against his cool palms. “I don’t know. I…”

“No doubts, only pleasure.” He ran one hand to the hollow of her throat and kissed her cheek. “The rest of the world has ceased to exist.”

And then she was in his embrace and his lips were on hers. A gentle dance of a kiss that had his tongue probing and his head tipping to deepen their connection.

She clung to his crisp shirt and moaned softly.

This seemed to encourage him and he pushed at her gown so she wore nothing but her satin slip.

“Can you feel how much I want you?” he murmured as he pressed against her.

The heavy wedge of flesh at his groin told her everything she needed to know. She nodded. “As I want you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I once said you’d have to beg for me to take your maidenhood, Meredith.”

She swallowed. “I’m begging.”

“Then your wish is my command.”

He led her to the bed, still kissing her and tearing at his shirt. When it came off, he tossed it to the floor, forgotten.

When her palms made contact with his hot, hair-sprinkled chest, Meredith felt as though she were touching a piece of art. He was perfect, his muscles taut and his flesh warm and inviting.

Her cunny trembled and she heated between her legs.

“Paris is a city for lovers,” he whispered as he lay her on the bed, coming over her to stare into her eyes. “And that’s what we will become.”

Meredith ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back, learning the shape of him as he ducked to kiss her neck again.

He went lower still, taking her right nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.

She gasped and arched her back. That felt so good. Better than she could have ever imagined.

He cupped the underside of her breast and caressed her, each touch a bolt of lightning that surged through her.

Closing her eyes, she surrendered to his touch, and when he moved to her other breast, she ran her fingers into his thick hair, reveling in being able to touch him that way.

Outside, someone shouted and a carriage rattled over the cobbles. But Meredith took no notice. Jules was gently tugging at her slip, pulling it lower and lower still until finally she was naked beneath him.

Gooseflesh tapped over her skin, but she wasn’t cold. It was as though her senses were heightened by Jules’s touch. His breath on her skin was a wash of bliss, and his fingertips left trails of pleasure.

“You are exquisite,” he said, his gaze lingering on each part of her body until finally looking into her eyes. “You are unique.”

“As are you.” She touched his cheek. His pupils were wide and his cheeks shadowed.

He smiled and kissed the very tip of her nose, a tender gesture that had her belly tightening and her heart squeezing. And then he trailed his finger over and around her navel, then lower still, until he reached the patch of soft hair at the juncture of her thighs.

“You remember last time?” he asked quietly.

“How could I forget?”

“That was just the start.”