Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
He had her there. She wouldn't be able to reach behind her.
"Come on, stand up and turn around," he offered, holding out his hand to her.
It was obvious to him that she was reluctant and doubtful. She didn't assault him with her usual fervor, which meant she was nervous and uncomfortable with the situation. He had sensed she had wanted this all evening. He had read it clearly in her eyes, in the way she constantly watched him, in her movements that were edgy and awkward. Yes, he was certain she wanted him to touch her intimately.
"I am your husband, so it is proper."
That was true, and that was what disturbed her. He was her husband, and she wanted more from him. So much more that it frightened her. She reached her hand out slowly to him, and before she could change her mind, he grabbed for it, lifting her off the bed and turning her around.
He worked silently, unbuttoning her blouse. She could hear his breathing, soft and steady. His breath was warm. It tingled the back of her neck, causing gooseflesh to rise across her back and down her arms.
He slipped it off her shoulders, pushing the soft material slowly down along her arms before tossing it to the bed. Treading lightly, he ran his hands back up her arms, then over her shoulders and down again, wrapping his arms around her waist to ease her back against him.
"Feel better?" he asked, his cheek resting beside her temple.
"Much," she said, thinking his touch heaven and longing for more unearthly sensations.
His hands worked at her skirt. She felt the tug but made no move to protest. She wanted this, wanted him.
By the time he finished, she stood in her chemise, bloomers, and stockings.
He turned her around then and tilted her chin up to look at him. "Better?" he repeated.
She nodded, her mouth too dry to speak.
He moved his hand to her waist and ran it beneath her chemise, around her back to dip dangerously below her bloomer band. "If you still feel hot, perhaps I should remove more?" he asked solicitously but with a spark of passion in his eyes.
Prudence suddenly felt apprehensive. He was leaving the decision totally up to her. He had no intention of forcing himself on her. If she was willing, then so was he.
Should she satisfy herself and learn the secret knowledge of womanhood?
When no answer was immediately forthcoming, Zac took matters into his own hands. He had to; he couldn't wait. His need for her had heightened with each touch until it had grown frenzied, and his only thought was to touch, taste, and make love to her.
He moved her gently to lie upon the bed, lying beside her. Strands of her coppery red hair teased her shoulders, and Zac brushed them out of the way as he hooked his finger beneath the thin strap of her chemise and pulled it ever so slowly down.
Her full breast tantalized him as inch by inch it came into view. The abrasion of the material and —he hoped — his nearness had puckered her large nipple into a welcoming bud. He looked at her as he moved his mouth toward it.
Her eyes were wide like those of a frightened doe, and although he wished to ease her trepidation, he couldn't wait. He offered words that were meant to comfort but caused her passion to flare. "I'm going to taste you, Pru."
His tongue lightly licked her hard nipple. She pitched backward slightly and shivered. He stayed her with his hand to her midriff, soothing her by gently caressing her warm flesh.
His tongue continued to lick, circling the bud and bringing a hardness so torturous to his loins that he thought he'd burst from the thrill of it.
He suckled her then, slipping his hand up from her waist to cup her breast. She was so ripe, so full, that it excited him even more. He savored the taste of her and enjoyed the way she squirmed against him. She was so inexperienced that she didn't understand her own feelings, didn't know what pleasure to expect.
He would go slowly and fill them both with pleasure and satisfaction. He lifted his head and brought his face to hers. She looked at him almost pleadingly, and he smiled before he lowered his mouth to hers and captured it in a kiss.
She responded with equal eagerness, tasting him as he did her. He pulled his mouth away to allow them a breath, and while she inhaled slowly, he teased her lips with his tongue, brushing them, tracing them, nipping them until she moaned from being deprived.
He continued to tease as his hand moved beneath her bloomers, running across her belly and dipping down between her legs while his tongue sought her mouth, penetrating her sharply, so sought his finger.