Page 70 of What a Lord Wants

He flinched as if her explorations pained him.

Contrite, she lowered her head to place a soothing kiss on his chest. But that only made her yearn for a deeper taste of him. Unable to resist, she took the flat nipple into her mouth and laved it thoroughly with her tongue.Delicious.

Dancing featherlight kisses over his chest, she let her hands drift lower, to feel his jerking inhalations beneath her fingertips as she traced the hard ridges of his abdomen. When her hand drifted lower still and her fingertips brushed against his manhood, his breath became little more than ragged pants.

Shamelessly, she explored him, tracing her fingertips delicately up and down his rigid length. She never knew a man could feel like this, so silky soft on the outside, so steely hard beneath—

He jumped against her fingertips. Startled, she yanked her hand away.

With a pained chuckle, he took her wrist and placed her hand back. But this time, he closed her fingers around him and slowly stroked her hand up and down his length, guiding her. “Like this.”

He closed his eyes and leaned into her. Encouraged by his reaction, she gripped him more tightly and stroked harder, eliciting soft growls of pleasure from him. Whispering her name, he took her chin and brought his lips to hers in a lingering, tongue-teasing kiss that left her shaking. Then he slipped his hand between her legs and caressed her as boldly as she stroked him.

She blushed at the way her body reacted so quickly to his caresses, quivering heatedly against his fingers and growing slippery wet with each deft stroke into her folds. The hot ache at his fingertips throbbed in time with her pounding heart. She could barely keep her breath as the pleasure rose inside her, the same wonderful wave of ache and release that he’d brought to her before.

Knowing what her body craved, he slipped two fingers inside her and tickled his thumb against that spot where the aching throbbed the most intensely. She gasped at the light touch that made her want to scream and shoot out of her skin, and all of her shook with a yearning she couldn’t describe, except that she knew that Dom alone could satisfy it.

When his fingers slipped from her tight warmth, a cry of loss rose on her lips. She grabbed for his shoulders to keep him there with her,insideher—

“Soon,” he promised with a kiss as he laid her down on the bed. His tall body stretched out beside hers.

Holding himself over her on one forearm, he gently nudged her legs apart and settled his hips into the cradle of her thighs. He kissed her slowly and deeply as he reached between them to stroke her again. But this time, the yearning ache at his fingertips came so intensely that she whimpered.

“Così bella,” he murmured against her lips.

His soft caresses between her legs changed. Now something bigger touched her folds, something round and hard…He circled her with his erection, teasing there until the tip of him grew just as slick as she was, until she felt her outer lips part beneath its smooth head as it nestled into the hollow at her core.

“Così calda e morbida.”

She caught her breath at the uncomfortable stretching, made bearable only because he continued to whisper how beautiful she was, how warm and soft…Mariah was wrong. This wasn’t at all wonderful.

She shifted her hips beneath him to try to ease the growing pressure. The little movement drew a pained groan from him.

“Non ancora.”

Not yet? There was more of this to endure? What he’d done to her before was so much better than this! But at least she was close to Dom, so close that he was almost inside her the way that Mariah said he would be. And for that, she was grateful. But it wasn’t enough.

She looked up at him, only to find his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth clenched, as if pained.

Confusion twisted in her chest. If he wasn’t enjoying this either, then why would anyone—

His hips pressed forward, stretching her wide as he sank gently inside her to the hilt. With a surprised gasp, she tensed at the unfamiliar sensation of being completely filled by him, of having his weight pushing down upon her pelvis.

But then he began to move inside her, in slow plunges and retreats that felt like liquid silk sliding over bare skin. No more stretching, no more discomfort…only the smooth glide of his body into hers, filling her completely. Oh, itwaswonderful!

His hand caressed over her, massaging her breasts and brushing along the length of her arms and legs, even as he continued his slow strokes inside her. She lifted her knees and unwittingly changed the angle of her hips beneath his. In this new position, all the stiffness and tension dissolved, and she could take him deeper inside her than before.

But even this wasn’t enough. She wanted to move, to join in the rocking of his body sliding in and out of hers. So she wrapped one leg around his waist and lifted her hips to meet his, praying with all her soul that he liked what she was doing.

He sucked in a deep breath, his body tensing against hers. But he didn’t tell her to stop.

“Is it all right…if I do that?” Oh, please say that it was all right! She couldn’t remain still under the best of circumstances, and certainly wouldn’t be able to lie unmoving beneath him as he made love to her. Even now she writhed from the overwhelming sensations of having him inside her, his hard body filling hers.

“Yes.” He groaned against her mouth. “Sweet Jesus…just like that.”

She soared with happiness, and her last inhibitions drained away. All her concentration focused now on showing him how much she loved him. How much she wanted to be loved in return.

But the rhythm changed. His movements were no longer the gentle rocking of before but now more forceful.