A Passion For Him Part 16

"You met Mitch.e.l.l. He is an earnest young man with a good heart."

Her gaze hardened. "I am certain there are those who would laud Monsieur Cartland as well."

"Cartland is a lying murderer!"

"So you say. But did he not once work for you? Do you not have a grievance against him for revealing your traitorous activities in France?

You have motive to want him dead, which leaves anything you say against him suspect."

Cursing under his breath, Simon plopped back onto the pillow and yanked up the counterpane.

"Are you going to sleep now?" she asked.

"Yes!"

"Bonne nuit."

His response was a frustrated growl.

Chapter 10

Amelia s.h.i.+vered as her bare back touched the cool counterpane and Montoya's warmth left her. I f she kept her gaze trained downward, she could see a tiny sliver of the room and the glow of the fire in the grate. But she did not want to see, so she squeezed her lids shut.

In her mind's eye, she pictured Montoya as a rather exotic-looking man. Strong, handsome, and rather severe. The desire she felt to lighten his burdens and bring him some comfort was a goading force. She wanted to hear him laugh and press kisses to the dimples she saw far too rarely.

Suddenly, an image of Colin burst forth in all its glory, vivid and powerful. She stiffened in surprise.

"What is it?" Montoya murmured, the cessation of sound telling her that he had stopped undressing.

Inhaling sharply, Amelia brought her thoughts back to the present. Perhaps it was to be expected that she would think fondly of her first love at this moment, the one where she embarked on a similar journey with another. She lacked the experience to know.

"I am cold without you," she lied, holding her arms out to him.

"In a moment, you will be hot and damp," he purred, the bed dipping as he joined her atop it.

She felt the warmth of him along her side and then the gentle press of his firm lips to her shoulder. His hand drifted along the length of her, following the slight curves and valleys of her figure.

"I fear I am dreaming," he said softly. "I am afraid to blink in case I open my eyes and find you gone."

Amelia's hand came to rest on the flat plane of her belly just below her navel. "I feel flutters here," she confessed.

His hand covered hers and squeezed gently. "I will be there soon. Deep inside you." His fingertips tiptoed across her skin and touched the curls between her legs.

I t tickled, making her laugh. When he pressed his lips to hers, she felt his returning smile. "I love you," he breathed before taking her mouth.

Her heart stopped, delaying her reaction to the deepening intrusion of his fingers. A callused fingertip parted her and her thighs squeezed together instinctively.

Gasping, Amelia turned her head away, the reaction to those whispered words. .h.i.tting her with stunning force. She had never thought to hear those words again, not from the lips of a lover. Tears welled, burning her eyes.

"Open your legs," he urged, kissing her throat. "Allow me to pleasure you."

She began to quiver, the a.s.sault to both her senses and her heart rattling her to the core. "Reynaldo..."

"No." He came over her then, kissing her hard. "Call me anything but that. Lover or darling-"

"...sweetheart..."

"Yes..." His tongue thrust deep, caressing hers, making her moan into his mouth. "Open," he said ardently. "Let me see you...touch you..."

Unable to deny him when he spoke with such pa.s.sion, Amelia spread her legs and then arched upward as he stroked against the tender, throbbing point that begged for his attention.

"Oh!"

Montoya's kisses became more luxurious as he continued to fondle her with devastating skill. His callused fingertips rubbed her slick, aching s.e.x in time to the rhythmic plunges of his tongue.

Awash in pleasure, yet struggling against the building tension that strained her body, she writhed and clutched at him. Beneath her grip his forearm muscles flexed with his movements, increasing her erotic awareness of how intimately he touched her.

Then one finger dipped lower, circling the clenching opening to her s.e.x.

"How slick you are," he breathed reverently. "How greedily you suck at my fingertip." To prove his point, he pushed in the tiniest bit. Amelia cried out as her body spasmed around the gentle invasion.

"Dear G.o.d, you are so tight and hot," he praised gruffly. "You will kill me when I push inside you."Amelia reached for his c.o.c.k, wondering how she would accommodate him. He was so thick and hard. Her untried body was burning from the press of one finger.

Montoya groaned when she wrapped her hand around him. He was slick, too. With need and desire for her.

"You are ready to come," he said. "Feel how hard your c.l.i.toris is?" The pad of his thumb pressed lightly against the swollen protrusion and circled. In response, her body tightened around the single finger slowly easing into it.

She whimpered as he stepped up the pace, his finger thrusting in and out, deeper and deeper. His expert manipulation of her c.l.i.toris caused her skin to dampen with sweat and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to ache. Desperate mewling poured from her throat, and she clung to him, trying to bring him closer.

"Tell me what you need," he whispered, his lips to her ear. "Tell me how to please you."

"My nipples..."

"They are beautiful. Puckered so wantonly. Eager to be sucked."

"Yes!" Amelia arched upward in blatant invitation.

"Say it, my love." His finger pushed deeper and touched her maidenhead. "Say what you want."

"I want..."

"Yes?" He continued to rub inside her.

"I want your mouth on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s."

"Umm...with pleasure," he purred.

She gasped when he obliged, the burning heat searing her tender flesh. Tension gripped her limbs, tightening with every tug of his lips, every thrust of his finger, every circle of his thumb.

The climax stole her breath when it hit. Her body went rigid, her heart slammed against her ribs, her blood rushed through her ears.

And deep inside her, at the extremity of her o.r.g.a.s.m, Montoya broke through the barrier between them. Amidst the onslaught of sensation, the loss of her virginity was barely noticed, and the tear that leaked from the corner of her eye was not from pain, but pleasure so intense she could hardly bear it.

As awareness returned after the rush, she heard his hoa.r.s.ely voiced endearments and praise. Her first thought was of how grateful she was to share the s.e.xual act with a man who felt such pa.s.sion for her and inspired a returning desire for him. What might have been an act of duty was instead a joy.

There were a hundred emotions warring for dominance within her, all struggling to be freed through words. But her throat was too tight to release them.

Instead, she wrapped her arms around him and held him to her breast.

Colin listened to the sound of Amelia's heart slowing and knew he had never loved her more. She was a G.o.ddess in her pa.s.sion, a creature of l.u.s.t and longing, her beautiful body flushed and glistening. Earthy. Wild and hot, as she had longed to be. Built for s.e.x.

With him.

No other man could unlock her. She said she felt nothing when he was gone. She felt alive when he was near. Warm and soft, wet and willing. Eager to be touched.

"That was"-she gave a soft, breathy sigh-"wonderful."

He rubbed his face against her breast and laughed, his heart filled with joy. He, too, felt reawakened after being dormant too long. She had pursued him, needing his desire to set free her own.

"Your whiskers burn," she complained, pus.h.i.+ng at his head.

The image in his mind of such an obvious s.e.xual mark on her made his c.o.c.k throb in frustrated protest at its deprivation.

But the fantasy he had nurtured over the years was not of his own gratification. He wanted hers, needed it. Before the night was over he would bind her to him with pleasure, enslave her with desire, teach her all the many facets of s.e.xual culmination. Her love was the ultimate prize, but her l.u.s.t was vital, too.

"Can I burn you in other places?" he asked, lifting his head.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip. Colin took over the task, licking across the plump curve with the very tip of his tongue. I t was an enticement, an intimation, a hint.From the way her breath caught, she comprehended his intent. "You jest."

"Never. I want to taste you, Amelia. On the outside and on the inside."

He could almost hear her brain working. Considering.

"I find it easier to conceive of my tasting you in that fas.h.i.+on," she said slowly, "more so than I can the reverse."

His arms shook at the thought, and he rolled to his back to avoid collapsing atop her.

"You would like that," she mused aloud, noting his reaction. "Does a woman's mouth feel so different from her quim?"

"I love that you are inquisitive. I pray you will always be."

"One day I should like to teach you something."

"Siren. You already have me bewitched. Must you reduce me further?"

Her hand brushed lightly across the ridges of his abdomen and circled his upthrust c.o.c.k. He exhaled harshly as she sat up and turned to face him. Reaching out, he caught her shoulder and stayed her. Despite her inability to see, she turned her head toward him. Her free hand reached for the fichu.

"Not yet," he said.

"I am ready now."

"I am not."

She seemed prepared to protest, then changed her mind. Instead, she stroked gently up the length of his shaft. He grit his teeth and fisted the counterpane.

"I want to do to you," she murmured, "what you did to me."

"You know men are less fastidious than women when we reach o.r.g.a.s.m."

"But the sensation is the same, is it not?"

He smiled. "I would imagine so."

Amelia sat up and tucked her legs beneath her. With two hands, she fondled him, squeezing and caressing. The sensation originated at his c.o.c.k, burned up his spine, and seared his heart. There was reverence in her touch. Awe.

The edge of a nail traced the line of a vein, and he groaned, a low, pained sound.

"Tell me what you like," she breathed. "Tell me how to please you best."

"You already please me best." Colin caressed the elegant curve of her spine.

"Then tell me how to please you better."

"I f you did that, I would spend in your hands."

"Or my mouth?" Her head tilted to one side in question.

"Not tonight," he choked out. His b.o.l.l.o.c.ks drew up, and he pulled them down with a quick tug.

She felt blindly until she comprehended what he had done. "Why did you do that?" Her cool fingers touched his b.a.l.l.s, rolling them gently, then tugging them.

Unlike when he had performed the task himself, Amelia's ministrations had the opposite result. Colin felt as if his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es were attempting to crawl up inside his body. He pushed her hand away. "b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, do not do that!"

"That was amazing," she said, with that awed tone that drove him to madness.

Pushed to the edge of reason, Colin rolled over her and settled between her thighs. The makes.h.i.+ft blindfold twisted with his movements, but he caught it quickly and pulled it into place.

"You feel so good." Amelia's small hands moved across his shoulders. "You are so big and hard...everywhere."