A moan rode in her throat. Lord, how undignified. Banallt paused, then lifted his head and looked into her face. It was like seeing him for the first time. Oh heavens. The notorious Lord Banallt. A man she’d fantasized about when she was a girl and who had burst into her world when she was overwhelmed with her unhappy life and marriage, hardly living at all. Banallt. His eyes flashed like tarnished silver in the light. In a fog of passion, she slid her fingers free of his hair, down his throat to his upper torso. He scooted up the bed, leaning against the headboard with his arms upraised to clutch the top of the board.
“Come here, Sophie. Yes,” he said when she was kneeling between his legs. “Just so.” A corner of his mouth curved. He put his hands on either side of her neck. “Do you like being naked when I’m not?”
“I’d like to see you.”
Banallt clucked his tongue. He drew his knees up, even with her sides. “Now, darling that’s not what I asked.”
“No,” she said. “I don’t like it. It makes me wonder when, not if, you’re going to leave me.”
“Ah. Yes, I understand.” The smoky edge to his voice made her tremble inside. “But, you see, Sophie, the thing is, I’ve had a particular fantasy about you. Very particular.” His eyes drew her into an intimacy that shrank her universe to just her and Banallt. “It started not long after I met you. When you still disliked me for simply my association with your husband.” He drew the tip of an index finger from the base of her throat to her lower belly. “While you were wishing I would drop off the face of the earth, I had this particular image of you in my head and in my dreams at night.”
A shiver went down her spine. He must have felt it, because his smile deepened. “What fantasy?”
“You nude.” His finger dipped in and out of her navel. “Me with all my clothes on. I’d touch you here.” His palm slipped over her mons, and two of his fingers slid between her legs. “You’d be wet. Mm,” he whispered. “As you are right now. And I’d slide my fingers inside you. Like so.” He drew her toward him. “I’d kiss you. Like this.” His mouth found the hollow at the base of her throat, his tongue dipping and swirling.
Her body softened, and she leaned toward him. How wonderful that felt. “Banallt.” His name ended on a sharp intake of breath, because his fingers continued to slide in and out of her passage while another rubbed, and with each moment Sophie’s body raced toward pleasure. She bowed against him, holding him, trying to open herself to him and what his fingers were doing to her.
“And then, when you’re almost there, desperate to have me bring you—“He stopped. “I’d look at your face and see your eyes hazy with passion, on the very edge. And I’d lay you back.” He moved forward, holding her until their bodies were stretched out on the bed again. “You’d be so soft, everywhere I touched you. “ Now he touched the very inside of her thigh and nudged her legs apart so he could see everything. Cool air washed along her body. “I’d bring you with my mouth,” he whispered. Then his mouth was on her. There. Exactly there.
Lord, his mouth was on her, open and firm against her most inner most private parts. His lips, his tongue, the slide of his face touched her, pressed against her thigh. The sensation that she was dissolving gathered inside her, stealing her wits. His hand slid over her belly, his fingers spread flat, pressing down. His other hand pushed her thigh wide, more and more, and she dropped deep into a world that did not exist unless Lord Banallt touched her.
She quivered and arched toward his mouth, and at the peak of her motion, he touched her breast, the very lightest sweep of a fingertip over her while his mouth covered her down there. His tongue flickered out. She moaned, a wanton sound that wasn’t her at all. Except it was. She forgot everything but right now. The world slid away. Only Banallt was left. Only his touch, her breath. Her body opened to him, and in the very last moment in which she could think, she knew she would love him for the rest of her life, just for having given her this moment.