Lady Northam's Wicked Surrender by Vivienne Westlake Page B

not the other way around.” She sniffled. “I was the one who kept my heart from you. Though I thought I was protecting myself, I think I was so afraid of losing you, and the one true happiness I’d ever known, that I too easily believed it was never real in the first place.”
    How often had he wondered the same thing? If their passion and tenderness had actually been real? He wanted to believe it. He’d come back to England because he needed to believe it.
    Rowena looped her arms around his neck and pulled him onto the bed with her. He fell atop of her and her eyes widened in surprise from his sudden, heavy weight. When he started to lift up, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, pinning him to her body.
    He stilled. “I want—”
    She put her finger to his lips. “Show me.”
    He kissed her hungrily. His hands found her breasts and he teased her nipples with his thumbs, swirling them around the tips as he rubbed his cock up and down her slit. He couldn’t get enough of the luscious mounds in his hands. They begged for him to worship them and he loved the way her body responded to his thorough manipulation.
    With a moan, she arched her back, giving him better access. Soon her nipples were tight little beads. His pace increased as he rocked his straining cock against her. Need lanced through him. He wanted to fuck her, to take everything she willingly offered and more. There was no going back.
    She surprised him by gripping his buttocks, driving him harder as he teased her cunt. His trousers were wet from her slick arousal.
    He shifted and bent down so that he could run his tongue over her. The taste of her slightly salty skin made him want more, so he licked a trail up from her stomach to the soft mounds of her breasts. He feasted on one and then the other.
    Her breath caught. “Please.”
    Though he wanted to plunge inside of her and make her cry out over and over as he’d fantasized about many times, he forced himself to slow down. This was their first time and he would not rush. Kissing her fiercely, he lifted her arms and held her wrists above her head.
    She undulated her hips. They enticed him, but he had other plans for her first.
    He continued to kiss and massage her tender, soft breasts. Simon loved the feel of them against his cheeks, the way her nipples tightened in his mouth or when he blew on them.
    “Keep your wrists high,” he commanded her.
    “I need you, Simon,” she replied, moving her hands to cup his face.
    With a barely audible groan, he took her lips. He couldn’t get enough of kissing her.
    Then, he lifted her hands again and placed the wrists back together. He reached over for his cravat and tied her hands, making sure the knot was loose enough for her to move or to undo if she became uncomfortable.
    “I am not done exploring your body,” he said with a wide smile.
    He let his finger slide across her supple skin, across her jaw, down to the hollow of her throat, across her delicious mounds, down to her soft stomach and thighs. It would be easy to lose himself in the pleasure of exploring her from head to toe.
    Rowena moved restlessly under his perusal. She was begging for it.
    With a pinch to her thigh, he said, “My, you are impatient.”
    “Well, I’ve had many years of anticipation.”
    “Is this what you want?” he asked, teasing her petals open with his fingers. He rubbed his finger over her clit.
    “Yes.” She shook her head back and forth. “No. More.”
    He obeyed, sliding his fingers lower. With three fingers, he inched his way inside of her. Her channel was snug and gripped him firmly. Using her juices, he stretched his fingers inside of her. The thought of that heat clamping around his cock almost tempted him to forgo his seduction and fuck her senseless. Almost.
    She arched her back and lightly struggled against the bond.
    “Hmmm?”
    The look she gave him when her eyelids flew open made him chuckle. She seemed determined to rush him, to make him sink inside