he was determined to ignore his conscience. This was serious business.
Her butterfly hands slid down his chest to his hips, further around to cup his arse. He turned to stone, pressed against his drawers, begging for release, for some ease, some satisfaction. Sensing his extreme need her nipples hardened and beaded in his hands. The material of her gown provided little barrier for the hardened buds and their beading was so erotic to him. When they had been naked this afternoon and here they were still dressed, it was amazing to him.
“Sweetheart, I must have you. I cannot wait until morning, I will die.”
His fingers trailed up till he found those soft curls. Connie’s head rolled back lifelessly. It was so unfair of him to push his advantage. She was in the throes of passion, and she could not seem to care what he did to her. His finger slipped between her wet folds, so hot, so full of desire, so ready. She sucked in a sharp breath. He was so wonderful, so warm, so masculine and she wanted him.
“Kiss me again, he demanded,” arching over her body. He took her mouth without waiting for her to comply and he was in control of this kiss too, searching and finding the sweetest parts of her. His fingers played with her femininity as he kissed her and his thumb rubbed that spot that would make her
find her ecstasy. He felt her shaking, felt it all the way to his soul and he moaned as her tongue slipped into his mouth, mirroring his actions with his fingers. He jerked down the arms of her dress exposing her lush breast for his passionate gaze. He drank in the porcelain skin and the rosy tipped breasts.
“Sweetheart, please?” He then dipped his head and took the hard peak of one breast into his mouth, his tongue working her nipple as his fingers moved through her wetness. She cried out, arching her back and he knew she had found her peak. Lord, he wanted her, like he needed air to breath, he knew now how much he needed and wanted this woman. Her body tightened around his fingers and he was almost undone.
“How long I have wanted and needed someone like you in my life. Dreamt about someone like you in my bed, words cannot express my need for you.”
Sebastian’s words seemed to take her over the edge and she cried out. Her body trembled around his fingers and he savored the moment, needing her and wanting her all the more. There was one long moment she just rested against him and then she threw his arms off her and stomped away from him.
He was so startled. He almost fell; he had wanted to take her completely. He paced back to her and enfolded her in his arms once again. His eyes were narrowed in anger. How could she do this to him? She pressed her hands into his chest and turned away from him, as if embarrassed, her face turning three shades of red. Connie wondered, what had just happened to her? She was so embarrassed by what she had done. It was not ladylike at all. Was she ruined?
“This is crazy; I do not want to go to hell. You are determined to get me scorched if not thrown in directly. The bishop told us both not to do this.” He smiled, nuzzling his face into her hair, breathing in the scent of her. He relaxed.
“Yes, my sweet, I am, if it means having you in my bed tonight.” He chuckled and she scowled back at him with her chin lifted. She slipped under his arms and dashed toward the door, unlocking it. Holding her head up even higher she; marched out of the library and up the stairs. He felt her absence like a punch to the stomach. She walked backwards at the top of the stairs, shaking her head no, her eyes dancing in delight, then turned and ran to the room the maid indicated was hers. She did not know what was wrong with her but she thought she might love this man. Connie shook her head in amazement.
He chuckled