fist and promised, “You won’t need this.” She patted the mattress.
Still bemused, he climbed up and stretched out, a broad, large, handsome piece of bare male flesh.
He made her mouth water.
He said, “When you look at me like that …”
It was all too obvious what happened when she looked at him like that.
It was obvious he expected her to cure his condition, too.
She found the end of his coat’s belt. Holding it, she dropped the coat to the floor and let the weight of the wool free the leather strap for her use. Then she placed it beside her robe’s belt. She took his hand.
“You’re trembling.” He held out his hand. “Come up here and let me warm you.”
Of course she was trembling. She was scared. Climbing on the bed, she said, “Let me warm you .”
Her voice shook, too, but he smiled at her, all sensuous encouragement. “Have your way with me.”
Sprawling on top of him, she threaded her hands through his hair and lowered her lips to his. She pecked at him, then kissed him, then penetrated him with a desperate relish. This would be, after all, the last time he’d want her. If he realized what she plotted, it wouldn’t matter whether he were Jean or the Seamaster, he’d extract a terrible revenge.
And if she succeeded … if she succeeded, she’d have made a fool of him, and no man could bear that.
He responded to her kiss with quite satisfactory enthusiasm, and she wondered if she might not have a talent for this.
Only with Hamilton, of course. Hamilton was her mate.
She ran her hands over his chest, down to his waist, then stroked him as intimately as she knew how. She loved the feel of his skin, the coarse hair over it, the strength of the muscles below it. His arms encircled her, tightened, and he clearly intended to roll over to place her beneath him.
“No!” She sat up and pressed her palm into his breastbone. “I want to stay on top.”
“Dear heart, I shouldn’t even be here on the bed with you. A Hamilton never neglects his duty.”
“You’re not neglecting it, you’re postponing it, and besides, haven’t you a duty to … your wife?” She almost choked on the last two words, and added hastily, “Shut your eyes.”
“What?”
“Shut your eyes.” Leaning over him, she brushed his eyelids with her lips until they stayed down. “Raise your arms.”
His eyes opened again and he directed gray blue amazement at her. “ What ?”
Taking his muscled forearm in both of her hands, she tugged until his hand was in the vicinity of the headboard. Then she wrapped it around one of the rails. “I want to touch you freely. I want to make you want as fiercely as you made me want.” She lifted his other arm and he let her, although he clearly wondered at her. “Is that so strange?”
“I don’t understand it,” he admitted. “Why would a woman—”
“Give as much as she takes?” Laura lifted a mocking eyebrow at him. “Be generous with her gifts? Seek a sweet revenge?”
His massive arms wrapped around her, hugging her to him, and he held her head while he kissed her fiercely. Letting her go, he raised his hands and grasped a rail in each hand. “Do your worst.”
If only he knew !
She didn’t demand that he close his eyes again, but instead concentrated on touching him in ways he had touched her. Usually affectionate, occasionally intimate, each caress seemed to effect him more intensely. He waited, almost breathless, for each new contact, and his anticipation built her own. Her body seemed synchronized with his; her muscles tightened when his did, her breath caught with each of his stifled groans.
This was fun. This was fabulous. This was everything she’d promised him, and she had to finish what she’d started.
His eyes had closed once in sensual overload, then fluttered open as he struggled to maintain control.
She knew she could make him close his eyes. She could make him lose his mind, if only for a moment. She was the female tiger, after
Still bemused, he climbed up and stretched out, a broad, large, handsome piece of bare male flesh.
He made her mouth water.
He said, “When you look at me like that …”
It was all too obvious what happened when she looked at him like that.
It was obvious he expected her to cure his condition, too.
She found the end of his coat’s belt. Holding it, she dropped the coat to the floor and let the weight of the wool free the leather strap for her use. Then she placed it beside her robe’s belt. She took his hand.
“You’re trembling.” He held out his hand. “Come up here and let me warm you.”
Of course she was trembling. She was scared. Climbing on the bed, she said, “Let me warm you .”
Her voice shook, too, but he smiled at her, all sensuous encouragement. “Have your way with me.”
Sprawling on top of him, she threaded her hands through his hair and lowered her lips to his. She pecked at him, then kissed him, then penetrated him with a desperate relish. This would be, after all, the last time he’d want her. If he realized what she plotted, it wouldn’t matter whether he were Jean or the Seamaster, he’d extract a terrible revenge.
And if she succeeded … if she succeeded, she’d have made a fool of him, and no man could bear that.
He responded to her kiss with quite satisfactory enthusiasm, and she wondered if she might not have a talent for this.
Only with Hamilton, of course. Hamilton was her mate.
She ran her hands over his chest, down to his waist, then stroked him as intimately as she knew how. She loved the feel of his skin, the coarse hair over it, the strength of the muscles below it. His arms encircled her, tightened, and he clearly intended to roll over to place her beneath him.
“No!” She sat up and pressed her palm into his breastbone. “I want to stay on top.”
“Dear heart, I shouldn’t even be here on the bed with you. A Hamilton never neglects his duty.”
“You’re not neglecting it, you’re postponing it, and besides, haven’t you a duty to … your wife?” She almost choked on the last two words, and added hastily, “Shut your eyes.”
“What?”
“Shut your eyes.” Leaning over him, she brushed his eyelids with her lips until they stayed down. “Raise your arms.”
His eyes opened again and he directed gray blue amazement at her. “ What ?”
Taking his muscled forearm in both of her hands, she tugged until his hand was in the vicinity of the headboard. Then she wrapped it around one of the rails. “I want to touch you freely. I want to make you want as fiercely as you made me want.” She lifted his other arm and he let her, although he clearly wondered at her. “Is that so strange?”
“I don’t understand it,” he admitted. “Why would a woman—”
“Give as much as she takes?” Laura lifted a mocking eyebrow at him. “Be generous with her gifts? Seek a sweet revenge?”
His massive arms wrapped around her, hugging her to him, and he held her head while he kissed her fiercely. Letting her go, he raised his hands and grasped a rail in each hand. “Do your worst.”
If only he knew !
She didn’t demand that he close his eyes again, but instead concentrated on touching him in ways he had touched her. Usually affectionate, occasionally intimate, each caress seemed to effect him more intensely. He waited, almost breathless, for each new contact, and his anticipation built her own. Her body seemed synchronized with his; her muscles tightened when his did, her breath caught with each of his stifled groans.
This was fun. This was fabulous. This was everything she’d promised him, and she had to finish what she’d started.
His eyes had closed once in sensual overload, then fluttered open as he struggled to maintain control.
She knew she could make him close his eyes. She could make him lose his mind, if only for a moment. She was the female tiger, after
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