Lady Northam's Wicked Surrender by Vivienne Westlake

strong. Pull yourself together. You have to win Simon back, no matter what it takes , she told herself. Opening her eyes, she pasted on a seductive smile. No need to show how nervous she truly felt.
    The lock clicked and the door knob turned. A large, shadowy figure entered. The room was so dark, that the light from the candles in the hallway spilled around him, leaving his face obscured. She could imagine him as a Gothic hero, up to some secret assignation.
    Simon walked forward and she pulled back the covers, revealing her bare thighs and a nearly sheer chemise. The cool air brushed her legs, but she felt tingly and warm under his gaze.
    “Rowena.” She could not discern whether his voice was gruff from anger or desire.
    “Simon.” She blushed, despite herself. “I have been waiting for you.”
    “Not as long as I waited for you.”
    Her fingers fiddled with the sheet. “Come to bed, my lord.”
    “No.”
    He was still angry then.
    Rowena took a risk. She pulled up her chemise and lifted it over her head. Well, until it caught on the comb. So much for an elegant seduction. She tried to untangle herself.
    Simon approached her. Apparently she looked ridiculous enough for him to take pity on her. With a soft chuckle, he reached over her to release the comb. He took it in his hands and she pulled off the chemise and threw it on the floor.
    A soft smile crossed his lips. “I remember this.” He ran his fingers over the comb, caressing it as he would a lover.
    “Yes.”
    She’d hoped he would remember that day. The day he’d kissed her passionately and let his hands roam over her breasts. It was the first time he’d touched her intimately. Though she’d remained clothed, it was one of the most erotic experiences she’d ever had. The way he’d teased her nipples taut, then kissed and nipped her bare shoulder with his teeth as he kissed his way to her earlobe.
    The memory made her body tense. Her breasts felt heavy and tight, her thighs warm. She looked at him through her lashes. He could set her body aflame with the barest touch.
    “Come here,” she commanded softly.
    He obeyed this time. When he got close to her, he kissed her forehead and lifted her hair, wrapping and re-pinning it with the comb. Little tendrils hung loose.
    She reached over to him and loosened his shirt. His breath was audible, but she continued on. The heat of his body so close to hers sent tendrils of warmth, which fought off the chill in the air. With deft fingers, she unfastened his trousers. She rose to her knees and untied his cravat. She could hear his breaths, but he said nothing. Her fingers slid over his shoulders and into his dinner jacket and she pushed the fabric off. The firm muscles reminded her of his innate strength and the powerful way he’d commanded her body last night.
    Leaning in, she took his mouth. He held still at first, and her heart fluttered anxiously at his hesitation, but soon his arms wrapped around her. Gripping the hair near the nape of his neck, she demanded more. His tongue slid within her open mouth, probing its depths and demanding her surrender. It was a gentle domination that she couldn’t resist. She moaned into his lips.
    Soon his hands were over her naked form, seductively trailing along the hollow of her back and down to her derriere… and lower. His right hand slipped between her thighs to explore her sex. In response, she lightly scored his scalp and spread her legs wider. She couldn’t wait to feel him, needed to take his body into hers and join them once and for all.
    She was already wet when he teased her petals open with his thick fingers.
    “Mmmmm,” He seemed quite enraptured and took his time stroking her sensitive flesh. The movements were incremental, and the way his breath caught made it feel as if he were touching her for the very first time.
    Rowena kissed his jaw. When he delved his fingers deeper inside of her, moving his fingers up and down through her slick pussy, she bit down