The Seduction (Unexpected Circumstances #2) (13 page)
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Authors: Shay Savage
“So beautiful,” he murmured before he kissed my mouth again, his tongue pushing between my lips and colliding with mine. He kissed me deeply, over and over again before he moved his mouth to my chin, across my jaw, and up to my ear. He sucked the lobe into his mouth a moment and then blew warm air across my skin. He rolled his body to the side, pressing his hard length against my hand, and I started to pull away, but he grasped my wrist again and held me in place. His lips were against my hair as he took a deep breath through his nose and let it out slowly.
“Your hand feels so good there,” he said so quietly I could barely hear him. He let go of me and raised himself to his knees, once again pulling me with him. My hand fell away, feeling quite cold. As I knelt on the bed facing him, he placed his lips against my throat. He ran his hands up my arms, from my wrists all the way to my shoulders. He carefully avoided the mark on my shoulder, but as his fingers moved past it, he kissed down my neck and over to the mark. He brushed it softly with his lips as his eyes squeezed shut for a moment. He pushed the sleeves of my nightdress down my arms and over my hands, pulling them free once again. He caught my wrist in his hand and brought my arm out in front of my body.
In the dim candlelight, the bruises on my arm were hardly visible, but he found them anyway. His eyes narrowed, and his brow creased as he examined them, and then he kissed them gently with the same strained look across his face.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered in the darkness. “Never again, Alexandra. I swear.”
I cupped his face. The rough stubble of his beard felt good against my palms.
“I know,” I said. He sighed and looked into my eyes again. I tried to hold his gaze unwaveringly though it was difficult to look him in the eye for so long. My mind told me to look away from him—I was being disrespectful—but as I watched his gaze soften and his slight smile return, I knew it was what he wanted.
“Lie down,” Branford said softly. He gazed intently at me as he moved forward slightly. He kept his mouth against my throat as I lay down on my back, his hands guiding me slowly to the mattress. Once I was situated, he stroked my body in one, long movement—from my shoulders, down my chest, over my breasts and down to my stomach. My muscles tightened involuntarily, and I heard my breath hitch. I felt warm air from his mouth over the skin of my shoulder, across my collarbone, and then to the pebbled flesh of my nipple. He sucked it into his mouth as I moaned quietly. My legs shifted of their own volition, trying to find…something.
It felt as though his fingers were dancing over my skin, and I soon found my body shifting under him, wanting more of his touch. He moved his lips to my other breast, first sucking and then blowing cool air over the tip, causing me to shiver.
“Do you like that?” he asked quietly. I nodded quickly, afraid of what might come out if I opened my mouth. “I’m going to kiss you lower now.”
My mind reeled as he moved to the valley between my breasts before kissing in a straight line down to my navel, where he dipped his tongue, and I shivered again. I closed my eyes and felt his mouth reach the edge of the fabric where the nightdress’s laces ended. I stiffened, nervous again, but he only kissed the place where the clothing met my skin—traveling from the middle of my stomach, over to my hipbone, then all the way to the other side. He kissed my navel again and then slowly made his way back up my body until he captured my lips with his.
I gasped for breath as he finally released me though he did not appear to be finished. He trailed up my jaw and sucked the lobe of my ear.
“Your skin tastes so good to me,” he whispered. His hot breath coated my throat. “You keep moving your legs, my wife. Tell me what you feel there…between them. Tell me.”
“I…I don’t know,” I whispered. The strange tingling increased, obviously reacting to his words and touch.
“Do you like the way it feels?”
“Yes.” I moaned. He moved his hand slowly down my arm, over my elbow, and down to my wrist. “But it…it feels…”
“How does it feel?” he asked when my own words eluded me. He caressed the curve of my hip over the top of the thin material of the dress.
“Do you want me to touch you?” Branford’s words echoed through my ears as his mouth sucked gently at the skin of my neck. “Like you touched me? Do you want me to give you more of what you’re feeling there now?”
“Yes.” My voice actually squeaked. My body tensed in anticipation though I did not know for what. Branford moved his hand to the front of my thigh, making slow circles with his thumb and warming the skin below the cloth. I felt him shift, and his thumb was suddenly there, at the apex of my thighs, and I heard myself cry out.
“Let yourself feel it, Alexandra,” he whispered with his mouth close to my ear again. “Don’t think…just feel.”
The first two fingers of his hand crept slowly between my legs, stroking downward and pushing the cloth into the creases of my sex. They stroked up and down as his thumb continued in a slow circle around the top. He pushed a little harder, and I stifled a cry as my hands came up and gripped his shoulders.
“There you go,” he said. His voice sounded deep and husky. “Don’t fight it…hold me as tight as you wish.”
I was starting to pant, and I felt tiny drops of moisture at the back of my neck. His other hand caressed my breast, mimicking the movements of his thumb over the nipple, and I gasped again. My nipples started to tingle as well, much like the feeling between my legs but not quite as intense. At the same time, the feeling lower down began to intensify, and my hips tilted up against his touch, and I could feel wetness there between my legs as his fingers continued to move with me.
Branford cupped his hand a little lower though the pressure from his thumb remained constant. He curled his fingers, pressing firmly but gently into the fabric at the top of my legs. My panting increased, and I felt wetness trickle down my neck. The strange tingling began to steadily intensify until I started to whimper steadily under my breath, and my hips started moving in time with his ministrations.
“Just feel it, Alexandra,” Branford whispered in my ear. His lips made a line of open-mouthed, wet kisses down my throat and back to my breasts. He sucked one into his mouth again, and I gasped, my whimpers turning to cries. “Let it happen…just let go…feel my touch on you…”
His teeth grazed my nipple, and the shock of the sensation took the building feeling between my legs and magnified it a thousand-fold. I heard myself scream incoherently though I may have been trying to call out his name. My fingers dug into the skin on Branford’s back, and I may very well have left marks on him as the shuddering, cascading, incredibly staggering sensations collided throughout my body from that one, small spot underneath Branford’s thumb. I raised my shoulders from the bed, crying out again as another wave rapidly shook through me. My legs clasped together, holding his hand firmly between them, and spots of color danced around my tightly closed eyes.
My body released one final shudder, and my head dropped down against the pillow. Branford released my nipple, and he trailed soft kisses up my chest to my throat and finally my mouth. He kissed me slowly and then wrapped his warm arms around me and rolled onto his back, taking me with him. I settled my still stunned body up against his and tried to relax as his hand roamed over my back. I felt his lips press against my hair, then cascade down my jawline and back up again. He kissed the spot behind my ear before speaking softly.
“That is what you desire from me.” His breath was warm but still sent shivers through my arms and legs. “If at all possible, I want to be able to give that to you every night for the rest of forever.”
And that is when I learned why husbands and wives went to bed so early.
~End Book 2~
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Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio, with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys spending her weekends off-roading in her bright yellow jeep, watching science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, and participating as a HUGE
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