His Wicked Seduction novel Chapter 15

He didn't seem satisfied however until she'd come so close that her left hip was pressed snugly against his right. He wound an arm about her waist, jerking her even closer before releasing her. The warmth of his bare skin was impossibly delicious against the thin silk of her gown. The muscles of his bare chest were sharp and angular, carved and beautiful, like corded ropes of steel bound by a soft layer of skin.

"Do you like what you see?" Lucien teased.

Horatia was not sure if it was safe to answer that. Her gaze wandered over his body, imagining how it would feel to be in his arms again. She licked her lips, noticing his eyes fix on her tongue. He took a grape from the plate and slipped it into his mouth, then held up a second piece to hers. Horatia just blinked, unnerved by such an intimacy as being fed by him.

"Open for me," he coaxed.

His voice made her insides burn. It held an entirely different meaning than offering her mouth up to take a grape.

He had no idea who she was, and he was seducing her like a normal woman, not someone he avoided. She would risk her virtue if only to let Lucien rob her of her sanity with his passion. Foolish as her actions were, her need for him was far greater.

She took the grape from his fingers with her lips, moaning at the sweet flavor. But she barely had time to swallow before Lucien leaned forward and captured her mouth with his. The kiss began sweet, soft, teasing, but the sugary taste went straight to her head. A little noise of pleasure escaped her.

The plate of grapes toppled to the floor. Lucien gripped her hips and tugged her down to lie beneath him on the settee. With one expert hand, he rucked up her skirts and pushed her knees apart so he could slide into the welcoming cradle of her thighs. One of his palms stroked the outside of her leg, playing with the ribbons on her stocking. He deepened the kiss, covering her body with his and grinding his hips against hers in a slow rhythm. His tongue met with no resistance when it slipped between her lips. He tasted like an intoxicating glass of sherry on an empty stomach. But the couch was far too narrow for what their melding bodies needed.

Horatia laughed as Lucien tried to get his body better situated and almost fell off. He grinned and pressed himself down hard against her, once more trying to assert dominance over her. This time his one knee did slip off, causing him to roll to the ground.

"Blast it! We need a bed," he growled.

He ripped himself away from her then tugged her up onto her feet. The moment her body was free of his weight, some semblance of sanity returned, and Horatia fought his dominating grip on her body.