The Widow and the Rake by Lyn Stone

Author:Lyn Stone
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-03-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Miranda feared he wouldn’t comply. And she feared that he would. Wouldn’t it be better to dismiss him and begin her search again with a more suitable candidate? How could she still want him so fiercely when she knew they would not match physically and it would be painful in the extreme?

He had made no move to dress himself. He simply stood there holding her chemise and smiling at her as if he knew worlds more about life and lovemaking than she. Perhaps he did. “You aren’t leaving?” she asked barely above a whisper.

“If you really want that, I will. But if you let me stay, I promise you won’t have a single regret.”

She assessed him again. All of him.

“Touch me,” he suggested, reaching out to trail one finger around her left breast. “Once you become familiar enough, I think it will banish your fear.”

“I’m not afraid,” she lied. And saw that he knew it for a lie.

He took her hand and led her to the bed. He lifted her onto the mattress and joined her there. He lay on his side, head propped on his hand looking down at her as she lay rigidly on her back. “Relax. Unless you want to, we’re not going to do anything but touch.”

And touch he did, lightly at first with only his fingertips. He began at her brow, brushing away the curls that had escaped the hairpins. She closed her eyes as he trailed down her cheek and chin to her neck and found an unusually sensitive spot she hadn’t known existed.

Then he opened his hand and caressed her shoulder and her arm. Quite naturally and as she expected, he eventually got to her breasts. All sorts of wicked attention there. She gave herself up to the pleasure and sighed with it.

“See? I’ve almost conquered my fear,” he said with a soft chuckle. “But not quite,” he continued as he brushed his palm over her abdomen and lower still.

Her swift intake of breath caused him to pause. And then he withdrew his hand and let it rest along his own hip. “Your turn,” he whispered as he leaned forward and kissed her lightly.

He resumed his position and waited. “Come now. Where’s your sense of adventure, love?”

Miranda could never resist a challenge. She frowned up at him as she raised her hand and followed the same pattern as he had done. His skin felt hot, as if fevered.

His chest was so broad and covered in the middle with dark curly hair. She toyed with it for a moment before curiosity got the best of her. After a deep breath, she clenched her eyes shut and edged her palm over his ridged abdomen until she felt the head of his male member touch the back of her knuckles.

“Open your eyes, Miranda. You might as well. Here, I’ll help you do what you want. What I want as well.” He took her hand by the wrist and lifted it, lowering it to rest on that part of him that most fascinated and frightened her.

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