breath warmed her skin, his mouth so wet and hot. She wanted him to move his hand. Dare she ask for such a thing? Her blood thrummed as, finally, he stroked the underside of her breast.
His thumb flicked over the impudent pout of her nipple. Sensation shot straight from her breast to her core and she pressed her bottom into him.
Murmuring his approval, he turned her onto her back beneath him. His male flesh pulsed at her hip as the top half of his body pinned her to the bed. Her heart pounded louder. This was so much better than she’d imagined last night.
He lowered his mouth to hers. She raised her head to meet his. The taste of him was intoxicating. Helena opened her mouth wider and he groaned. Her senses swam as she concentrated on the thrust and parry of his tongue, demanding and giving at the same time.
It occurred to her that she might do the same to him. She slid her tongue against his, and a wave of pleasure swept up from her nerve endings. She did it again.
His hair brushed her palms as she cupped them about his head, silently urging him closer. She welcomed the weight of his larger body against her, revelling in the differences between them.
Slowly he slid his thigh between hers. Helena murmured encouragement against his mouth. The ache within her core swelled urgently. She rocked against his thigh, instinctively seeking release.
Her hands roamed. His muscles felt like silk-covered steel. Helena thrilled as his touch firmed and grew more demanding. Impatiently, he pushed through the neck opening of her shift, widening the tie until it slipped over her shoulders. His long fingers plucked at the sensitive peak of her nipple. Heat shot straight from the tip of her breast down to her aching centre, a most wondrous sensation. The need in her built as her hands dug into his bare back, urging him to finish what he had started.
“Sweet.” He dragged his mouth away from hers, his tongue trailing wet heat across her jaw and down her neck to her breast. His mouth fastened over the turgid peak. She couldn’t have imagined such pleasure. She arched her back to get closer.
His hand, large and firm, traced the rise of her hip bone and drifted down to sweep along her skin. He tucked his palm beneath her knee, urging her legs to part wider. His weight was warm and heavy between her thighs. Now, there was naught but a thin layer of linen separating them. He flexed his hips and his hard shaft rubbed a sweet spot within her soft curls. Her entire being centred on the driving friction of their bodies. This was where she needed him—
“Watch out.”
Helena froze.
Guy growled an oath against her neck.
Willie’s piping voice, from outside the chamber, acted like an icy splash of water. She lay with a man between her thighs and her shift around her waist. It was beyond mortifying.
There rent a thunderous crash, followed by some inventive cursing. Another, smaller crash of pottery hitting the floor joined the clatter of a goblet before all went silent.
Guy raised his head. Colour stained the hard line of his cheekbones. “ Jesu .” He threw himself onto his back. His chest rose and fell rapidly. “I am going to string that lad up by his toenails.”
She’d done this to him. It made her feel powerful, beautiful and desirable.
“You bloody oaf,” Willie gloated from the other side of the door. “Just see what you have done.”
A timid knock sounded and Guy sat up with a groan. He dropped his legs over the side of the bed. “What?” he barked.
Helena roused a small flicker of sympathy for the boys on the other side of the door, but not enough to forgive the interruption.
“It is urgent, my lord.” Geoffrey’s voice quailed a bit.
Guy dropped his head forward onto his chest and muttered, “Of course it is.” He brought his arms down on either side of her body. “We are not done, Helena.”
Her heart tripped rapidly within her at the terse promise. Nay, they were not done.
“Come, Geoffrey.” He
His thumb flicked over the impudent pout of her nipple. Sensation shot straight from her breast to her core and she pressed her bottom into him.
Murmuring his approval, he turned her onto her back beneath him. His male flesh pulsed at her hip as the top half of his body pinned her to the bed. Her heart pounded louder. This was so much better than she’d imagined last night.
He lowered his mouth to hers. She raised her head to meet his. The taste of him was intoxicating. Helena opened her mouth wider and he groaned. Her senses swam as she concentrated on the thrust and parry of his tongue, demanding and giving at the same time.
It occurred to her that she might do the same to him. She slid her tongue against his, and a wave of pleasure swept up from her nerve endings. She did it again.
His hair brushed her palms as she cupped them about his head, silently urging him closer. She welcomed the weight of his larger body against her, revelling in the differences between them.
Slowly he slid his thigh between hers. Helena murmured encouragement against his mouth. The ache within her core swelled urgently. She rocked against his thigh, instinctively seeking release.
Her hands roamed. His muscles felt like silk-covered steel. Helena thrilled as his touch firmed and grew more demanding. Impatiently, he pushed through the neck opening of her shift, widening the tie until it slipped over her shoulders. His long fingers plucked at the sensitive peak of her nipple. Heat shot straight from the tip of her breast down to her aching centre, a most wondrous sensation. The need in her built as her hands dug into his bare back, urging him to finish what he had started.
“Sweet.” He dragged his mouth away from hers, his tongue trailing wet heat across her jaw and down her neck to her breast. His mouth fastened over the turgid peak. She couldn’t have imagined such pleasure. She arched her back to get closer.
His hand, large and firm, traced the rise of her hip bone and drifted down to sweep along her skin. He tucked his palm beneath her knee, urging her legs to part wider. His weight was warm and heavy between her thighs. Now, there was naught but a thin layer of linen separating them. He flexed his hips and his hard shaft rubbed a sweet spot within her soft curls. Her entire being centred on the driving friction of their bodies. This was where she needed him—
“Watch out.”
Helena froze.
Guy growled an oath against her neck.
Willie’s piping voice, from outside the chamber, acted like an icy splash of water. She lay with a man between her thighs and her shift around her waist. It was beyond mortifying.
There rent a thunderous crash, followed by some inventive cursing. Another, smaller crash of pottery hitting the floor joined the clatter of a goblet before all went silent.
Guy raised his head. Colour stained the hard line of his cheekbones. “ Jesu .” He threw himself onto his back. His chest rose and fell rapidly. “I am going to string that lad up by his toenails.”
She’d done this to him. It made her feel powerful, beautiful and desirable.
“You bloody oaf,” Willie gloated from the other side of the door. “Just see what you have done.”
A timid knock sounded and Guy sat up with a groan. He dropped his legs over the side of the bed. “What?” he barked.
Helena roused a small flicker of sympathy for the boys on the other side of the door, but not enough to forgive the interruption.
“It is urgent, my lord.” Geoffrey’s voice quailed a bit.
Guy dropped his head forward onto his chest and muttered, “Of course it is.” He brought his arms down on either side of her body. “We are not done, Helena.”
Her heart tripped rapidly within her at the terse promise. Nay, they were not done.
“Come, Geoffrey.” He
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