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“I don’t blame you for doubting, but I’m going to help you see—I’m the man for you.”
“You’re the man for me,” she repeated, brushing her lips over his. And then she tugged the knot free, letting the fabric fall to the ground.
He let go of her long enough to shrug off his coat and his vest. When he pulled her close again, he groaned in satisfaction. He could feel so much more of her like this.
She sighed into him, which only fueled the fire building inside him. He gathered up the hem of her night rail once again, his hands sliding up the back of her shapely legs until they rested just under her rear.
He could feel the heat radiating from her apex and as he just brushed his fingers over her seam, the evidence of her desire had every muscle in his body tightening.
She was so wet and ready for him that he momentarily forgot all his assertions as he slid his middle fingers through her folds.
She moaned into his mouth, one of her legs hitching around his hips.
He nearly lost his senses, and he knew he was close to abandoning all his promises.
He eased back, looking down at Natalie, which didn’t really help. Her eyes were glassy with passion, her lips swollen, and her breath came in and out in short gasps.
She was the picture of passion and she made him ache to look at her.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her hands sliding all over him.
“But I just promised that I would give you time.”
“I know,” she said, her lips turning up in a sexy smile. “But you see, you taught me how to take chances and seize opportunities and it has just occurred to me that I have a delicious one right here. A reformed rake has landed in my bedchamber, and I don’t think I shall let him go.”
He growled in satisfaction, kissing her again. Tugging the fabric of her night rail over her hips, he lifted her into his arms and carried her the short distance to the bed, setting her down all while never breaking their kiss.
But the moment she was settled on the covers, he trailed kisses down her body, knowing full well that he was going to taste her, feel her passion, and revel in it.
She wrapped her legs about his torso as he kissed lower, bringing the fabric higher.
He’d just kissed over her chest when all that material got in the way, and rearing back, he shucked the garment over her head, tossing his own shirt with it before he leaned down to first kiss and then suck each of her breasts.
She cried out, arching into him as she dug her nails into his back, which only spurred him to kiss lower.
It had been so long since he’d been with a woman sober and he marveled at how much more he felt, experienced.
Then again, perhaps that was only with this woman.
Because as his mouth moved over the flat of her belly to her hip bones and then lower, a rumble of deep satisfaction burst from his chest. “Red.”
“I thought you weren’t going to call me that anymore.”
He chuckled. “Oh, but I wasn’t. You see…” And then he brushed a hand through the curls at her apex. “You’re red down here too.”
Even in the dim firelight, he saw her blush. He couldn’t describe how much he liked her hair…the hair everywhere, so he decided to show her instead.
Positioning himself at her apex, his shoulders settling between her thighs, he flicked his tongue out to give her a good long lick.
One taste of her, so sweet and salty, and he confirmed what he’d known already…this woman belonged to him.
Natalie had never experienced anything so erotic and wonderful as this.
Ethan’s large shoulders pressed her thighs wider as he licked up her seam, a cascade of sensation making her shiver with delight.
And then there were his words…
The idea that this man was hers, that he’d stay hers, that she’d helped him make some fundamental change in his life, was so powerfully heady that she shook again, burying her fingers in his hair and pulling him closer.
