soft lips were slightly puffy from his kisses, her cheeks lightly flushed from the events of the evening.
John stared down at her and that something happened to him again.
He wasn't sure what it was, but he recognized the sensation. It was the same damn thing that had happened to him in their bedroom when she had first kissed him.
Their eyes met. Everything around them seemed to fade.
"Let me taste you, Chloe," he whispered.
She raised her mouth for his taking.
John covered her lips. A small sound of pleasure rolled in his throat.
John deepened the kiss, sweeping inside her mouth, drawing on her lips even as he claimed her taste.
This was definitely the kiss of a husband! Chloe thought.
She pulled back, staring deeply into his eyes. With her newfound woman's knowledge, she realized he wanted her. Really wanted her.
He began walking determinedly back to the bedroom.
During the entire trip, he never once broke eye contact with her.
Chloe wasn't sure who was more surprised.
He kicked the door shut.
From his demeanor, Chloe half expected him to lean her up and take her against the wall the way he had suggested earlier.
Truth was, John considered it and rejected it. He didn't want her that way. At least not tonight.
He headed straight to the bed. Lord Sexton knew exactly what he wanted.
No elaborate positions.
No impressive techniques.
Just her. Wrapped around him tight.
He laid her gently on the bed, carefully fanning her red hair across the pillows. It was exactly as he had envisioned. His heart pounded in his chest. She was so damn beautiful .
Several thick candles illuminated the room and the bed. His raking glance took in everything about her. He had not really had a chance to observe her at his leisure before. Now he afforded himself the pleasure.
He had seen other women, narrower of waist, perhaps, and longer of limb, but none had ever come close to comparing in his eyes.
Chloe had always been perfect to him.
Now more so.
Placing one knee up on the bed, he leaned over her and wrapped a tendril of the red hair around his wrist over and over. With her securely fastened, he came over her.
For some reason, Chloe was more nervous than she was the first time. This time John was going to make love to her. Completely. She could see the resolution on his face.
Even though she wanted him, what they had done before had been very painful. While he had been examining her, she had been investigating him as well, and it seemed to her that he was very… large . So it was bound to hurt again.
She wasn't sure she was ready for that on top of everything else she had experienced this evening.
Some of her apprehension must have shown, for his hand cradled her cheek. His thumb brushed across her full lips.
Thick black lashes shielded his eyes as he watched his own stroking actions and the play of her full bottom lip under his thumb.
A small tremor shook him, but Chloe felt it.
He raised his eyes to her; they were kindling with emerald fire. His voice was very raw and very determined.
"I'm going to give you so much pleasure…"
Chapter Six
The Players Engage
He was caught in a sensual spell.
When he came over her, the thin chain around his neck dangled in front of her face.
Chloe glanced at the small charm, then gasped in shock. It was a carrot. Her carrot . "You—you kept it!"
John arrested his motion, seemingly surprised by her discovery. Either he didn't think she would remember or he had been wearing the charm for so long that he hadn't thought to remove it.
He didn't answer her. Cheekbones turning a dull bronze, he looked away, a muscle working in his jaw. He appeared self-conscious. As if someone had found out something about him he didn't want known.
The charm ! She remembered the day he had given it to her. It was her thirteenth birthday. There were many reasons why she had never forgotten that day.
Every year since she was six, John had given her a little golden charm to add to the bracelet
John stared down at her and that something happened to him again.
He wasn't sure what it was, but he recognized the sensation. It was the same damn thing that had happened to him in their bedroom when she had first kissed him.
Their eyes met. Everything around them seemed to fade.
"Let me taste you, Chloe," he whispered.
She raised her mouth for his taking.
John covered her lips. A small sound of pleasure rolled in his throat.
John deepened the kiss, sweeping inside her mouth, drawing on her lips even as he claimed her taste.
This was definitely the kiss of a husband! Chloe thought.
She pulled back, staring deeply into his eyes. With her newfound woman's knowledge, she realized he wanted her. Really wanted her.
He began walking determinedly back to the bedroom.
During the entire trip, he never once broke eye contact with her.
Chloe wasn't sure who was more surprised.
He kicked the door shut.
From his demeanor, Chloe half expected him to lean her up and take her against the wall the way he had suggested earlier.
Truth was, John considered it and rejected it. He didn't want her that way. At least not tonight.
He headed straight to the bed. Lord Sexton knew exactly what he wanted.
No elaborate positions.
No impressive techniques.
Just her. Wrapped around him tight.
He laid her gently on the bed, carefully fanning her red hair across the pillows. It was exactly as he had envisioned. His heart pounded in his chest. She was so damn beautiful .
Several thick candles illuminated the room and the bed. His raking glance took in everything about her. He had not really had a chance to observe her at his leisure before. Now he afforded himself the pleasure.
He had seen other women, narrower of waist, perhaps, and longer of limb, but none had ever come close to comparing in his eyes.
Chloe had always been perfect to him.
Now more so.
Placing one knee up on the bed, he leaned over her and wrapped a tendril of the red hair around his wrist over and over. With her securely fastened, he came over her.
For some reason, Chloe was more nervous than she was the first time. This time John was going to make love to her. Completely. She could see the resolution on his face.
Even though she wanted him, what they had done before had been very painful. While he had been examining her, she had been investigating him as well, and it seemed to her that he was very… large . So it was bound to hurt again.
She wasn't sure she was ready for that on top of everything else she had experienced this evening.
Some of her apprehension must have shown, for his hand cradled her cheek. His thumb brushed across her full lips.
Thick black lashes shielded his eyes as he watched his own stroking actions and the play of her full bottom lip under his thumb.
A small tremor shook him, but Chloe felt it.
He raised his eyes to her; they were kindling with emerald fire. His voice was very raw and very determined.
"I'm going to give you so much pleasure…"
Chapter Six
The Players Engage
He was caught in a sensual spell.
When he came over her, the thin chain around his neck dangled in front of her face.
Chloe glanced at the small charm, then gasped in shock. It was a carrot. Her carrot . "You—you kept it!"
John arrested his motion, seemingly surprised by her discovery. Either he didn't think she would remember or he had been wearing the charm for so long that he hadn't thought to remove it.
He didn't answer her. Cheekbones turning a dull bronze, he looked away, a muscle working in his jaw. He appeared self-conscious. As if someone had found out something about him he didn't want known.
The charm ! She remembered the day he had given it to her. It was her thirteenth birthday. There were many reasons why she had never forgotten that day.
Every year since she was six, John had given her a little golden charm to add to the bracelet
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