Worth Any Price by Lisa Kleypas - Bow Street Runners 03 - Worth Any Price

Author:Lisa Kleypas - Bow Street Runners 03 - Worth Any Price [Kleypas, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Man-Woman Relationships, Historical Fiction, London (England), Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, Historical, General, Love Stories
ISBN: 9780380811076
Google: Dp_wKmRxl4sC
Amazon: 0380811073
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2002-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

He bathed her himself, kneeling by the tub with the sleeves of his robe rolled up to reveal the wet, dark hair of his forearms. Eyes half-closed, Lottie let her gaze drift from the tanned column of his throat to the dark hair that filled the open vee of his robe. He was such a robustly masculine creature, and yet he touched her with incongruous gentleness. Veils of steam rose from the water, making the air hot and iridescent. She felt drugged with heat and sensuality as his strong, soapy hands glided into the intimate places of her body.

“Does it hurt here?” he asked, his fingers slipping over the swollen entrance of her sex.

“A little.” She leaned back against his arm, her head lolling on the polished wooden rim of the huge porcelain bathtub.

Nick kneaded lightly with his fingertips, as if he could heal her with his touch. “I tried to be gentle.”

“You were,” she managed to say, her thighs floating apart.

Nick’s thick lashes lowered as he stared at the shimmering blur of her body beneath the water. His handsome features were carved with such severity that his face could have been molded from bronze. The edge of his rolled-up sleeve dragged in the water, the velvet turning hot and sodden.

“I won’t ever hurt you again,” he said. “That’s a promise.”

Lottie caught her breath as he parted the tender folds between her thighs and investigated the fragile plumpness they had concealed. Her hips lifted, while her hands fought for purchase on the slippery surface of the tub. He slid a supportive arm behind her back, holding her securely.

“Lean back,” he murmured. “Let me pleasure you.”

No, she thought skeptically, not in a bathtub, with a thick wall of porcelain between them. But she relaxed in his hold and opened for him as his free arm moved across her body. She grasped his wrist lightly, feeling the movement of tendons and muscles as he ran his thumb over each side of her vulva. He rubbed the silken flanges of her inner lips together, his touch tender and light. Softly he spread her, stroking his middle fingertip along the tender seam, brushing the rosy nub of her sex each time. He smiled slightly as he saw bright patches of color appear on her face and chest. “The Chinese call this the jewel terrace,” he whispered. Gently his finger slipped inside her, advancing only an inch, circling softly. “And here, the lute strings…and here…” He reached to the most secret recesses of her body. “The flower heart. Does it hurt when I touch you this way?”

“No,” she gasped.

His lips brushed her ear. “The next time we lie together, I’ll show you a position called Stepping Tigers. I’ll enter you from behind and go deep inside…and rub against the flower heart over and over…” He suckled her earlobe, catching it lightly between his teeth. A hum of pleasure climbed from Lottie’s chest to her throat. She was floating, weightless, yet clasped securely by the arm at her back and the hand between her thighs.

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