Page 39 of Vying for a Viscount
“You said my dress.” She shivered, not just from the cold.
“We both know your chemise needed to go.” His voice sounded deep and strained, as if he were trying to control his eagerness and emotions.
Letitia still didn’t move, her back facing his front. “Perhaps, Greyson, you should remove your clothing. It’s only fair for you to be naked since I am.”
He chuckled deeply. “Say no more.”
She didn’t dare look as the rustling of clothing came from behind her. She wanted to wait until all his clothes were removed so she could see him in all his naked glory. “Are you void of all clothing?”
“Yes,” he groaned.
“Good,” she whispered as she turned and found him about three feet away, perfect for her to look her fill. She tried not to think of him doing the same to her, even though she knew he was. Instead, she let her gaze drift slowly down his body. His shoulders were wide and hisarms muscular. Not that this was new to her. She’d known this even with his clothes on. His chest was hard, sprinkled with light-brown hair. His stomach was flat, leading to a narrow waist. She skipped to his impressive thighs and calves. Then her eyes fell on his manhood, hard, large, and reaching out to her.
Greyson coughed. “Do you like what you see?”
She sputtered and crossed her arms beneath her breasts, then thought better of it when they looked more pronounced. “You are a fine specimen of the male species,” she teased. “But you knew that already.”
One side of his mouth quirked upward. “Thank you. Are you going to ask whether I like what I see?”
Heat scorched her cheeks. “No, I can see you do.”
“Well, I’m going to tell you anyway. You are perfect, as I knew you would be. The blonde hair between your thighs intrigues me. I can’t wait to taste you there.” He inhaled. “I can already scent your arousal.”
She inhaled and shook her head, hoping what he said was a lie. “You can’t.”
He reached for her, scooped her into his arms, and set her on the bed, scattering rose petals everywhere. “You’re right. I can’t, but I will when my head’s buried between your thighs.” He covered her with his body and took her mouth in a kiss that seared her entire being. Her tongue danced, retreated, then danced again with his. His teeth nipped her bottom lip as their desires flared out of control.
“Christ,” Greyson said, breaking the kiss and burying his head in her neck as he gasped for air. “I need you. So badly. I may not be at my best. Forgive me, but I promise I’ll make up for it next time.” His hand moved down her body until he reached her core. Her hips rose to meet his hand. “Good. You are wet. Forgive me, but I need to be inside you. Just give me a moment.” He produced a French letter from beneath a pillow and put it on, surprising her with his thoughtfulnessin protecting her.
When he covered her body with his, she wrapped her legs around his hips and moaned as his hard cock pressed against her entrance. “I want you inside me just as badly.”
He reached between their bodies, took his manhood in his hand, and guided it into her welcoming sheath. When her body accommodated his length and size and he was seated deep inside her, he looked at her in wonder. She felt like the most cherished and loved woman alive and smiled at him.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
“No. You feel amazing inside me. Why would you say that?”
He chuckled, and she felt his cock twitching inside her. “Because I’m better endowed than most.”
“You may be, but you fit me perfectly.”
Her words had him groaning. He leaned down and took her lips in another punishing kiss as he moved in and out of her. He tore his lips from hers, buried his head in her hair, and pounded into her until she tingled all over. She soared into the sky and exploded. Greyson buried himself deep, froze, and groaned loudly.
He rolled off her, removed the French letter, and set it on the bedside table. Then he took her into his arms and pulled up the covers. “Rest. I plan to have you again soon. And this time it won’t be quick.”
With his arms around her and his warm body pressed against her back, Letitia closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Greyson lay inbed, holding Letitia in his arms as he listened to her sleep. He knew the moment she drifted off. Her breathing evened out, her body sank into the bed and against him, and she made the sweetest, softest noises. He thought about holding her in his arms for so long, and he couldn’t believe it was happening. He’d been on the edge of release the moment they undressed, and he memorized every inch of her body. When she looked intently at his cock, it hardened to stone, and he knew he wouldn’t last. He didn’t think he’d disappointed her in bed, but there was so much he wanted to experience with her. He wasn’t taking her home until they did.
After about half an hour, Letitia stirred in his arms and rolled over to face him, her cheeks flushed and a sweet smile on her face. “I fell asleep.”
“You did. Are you refreshed?” he said, waggling his eyebrows up and down, hoping she took the hint.
Smiling, she rolled onto her back, raised her arms over her head, and stretched, sighing. “I’m very refreshed indeed. Enough so that I believe you made a promise to me?”
“You little minx,” he said with a laugh as he swiped the covers off them both, leaving her flushed, naked body exposed in all its lush glory. She giggled as he came down on top of her and kissed her gently. This time, he wanted to take things slowly. Her soft, full lipstasted like the sweet wine she’d drunk earlier. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth, as if he were exploring a magical cave where one went to find one’s heart’s desire. It wasn’t long before he took the kiss to the next level and devoured her mouth, forgetting his plan to take it slowly. Her tongue joined his, and they danced and twirled around, fueling the fire raging out of control inside him.
