Page 69 of To Dare the Devil

“You can’t keep your dignity intact if we’re to enjoy each other,” he warned her, stroking her stomach, her hip and down her thigh with soothing caresses. “But you can trust me, as I trust you. There’s nothing awkward or shameful or wrong, so long as we please each other.”

She nodded, seeing only the tenderness in his expression, his desire to reassure her.

“But I am trusting you to be honest with me too, love. If you want me to stop, or if you don’t like something, you must say so. I would be unhappy if you didn’t tell me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said.

“Well then,” he replied, sitting back and waiting.

Kathy took a deep breath and spread her legs for him. Max grew very still and expelled a long, shuddering breath, his expression one she could only describe as ravenous as he moved into the space she had made for him.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his voice gone deep and husky. “Every part of you is perfection.”

He trailed his fingers along the tender skin at apex of her thigh before bending to follow the same line with his tongue.

“Especially here,” he added, pushing her thighs wider and parting her with gentle fingers. “You’re sweetest of all, here.”

She swallowed a cry of pleasure as his mouth settled against her but the next escaped despite her best efforts as his tongue slid over her with a long, decadent lick.

He raised his head for a moment, eyes glinting wickedly. “Don’t keep quiet on my account. I want to hear you scream for me.”

“Oh, my wo—” she began, only to oblige him at once as he returned his mouth to her aching flesh and the words were lost in a moan.

In a matter of moments, it seemed to Kathy he had stripped away all layers of civilised behaviour and reduced her to some primitive state, where all she cared about was the gratification of her own desires. She writhed beneath him, canting her lips higher, demanding more, clutching at his hair to keep him where she wanted him, and giving him instructions.

“More, yes, yes, harder, don’t stop.”

Words she had never considered she could ever say in such circumstances poured from her and only seemed to please him more as he obeyed her every command without hesitation.

Sensation built and built until she could no longer fill her lungs but held her breath, suspended on some precipice, waiting, until he closed his mouth over her and suckled.

The cry that tore from her throat would likely shock her when she came back to her senses, but for now she was helpless, her body at the mercy of the waves of pleasure that flooded her, drowning her. Kathy could do nothing but let it happen, swept away on a surge of joy so profound she felt it must change the fabric of her soul.

She lay in a state of utter abandon, all shyness washed away, uncaring how wanton she must appear. Sighing, she tried to open her eyes, but she was boneless, intoxicated with the delicious feelings still rippling through her, the insistent throb of pleasure still pulsing in the place where his mouth had been. Though living in a daze, she became aware of movement and forced herself to focus, finding Max, stripping off his shirt and undoing the fall on his trousers with such urgency he’d likely rip the buttons off.

She grinned at him. “You’re in an awful hurry,” she remarked lazily.

He laughed, tugging his trousers off and kicking them aside with his small clothes. “Says the contented cat. Some of us are feeling a little less relaxed.”

Kathy watched, a strange possessive feeling stealing over her as she took in the sight of her husband. Oh, but he was splendid, his body hard and muscular. Her gaze travelled over him, resting on his arousal with interest.

“Not disappointed, I hope?” he asked with a wry smile as he knelt in front of her.

“Not a bit. So far, at least,” she added, feeling coquettish.

“Ah, I see how it is,” he murmured, prowling over her. “You’ll reserve judgement until the performance is over, is that right?”

He lent down and nipped at her ear, and she giggled. “Perhaps.”

“Well, in that case. I had better be sure I give you my best effort.”

He kissed her then and Kathy lost herself in the caress of his tongue, in the press of his hot flesh against hers. He lowered his weight onto her, carefully, and yet the shock of his arousal pressing against her sex made her gasp.

Max soothed her, stroking her face and kissing her deeper, his hand falling to her breast to squeeze and stroke, gently pinching her nipple. She arched up into his touch, amazed that her previous languor had vanished, and that desperate, demanding sensation was tugging at her again.

“Max,” she said, arching her hips against his, moaning as he slid his aroused flesh back and forth over hers until she thought she run mad. “Max!” she said again, a complaint this time, a demand for more.

“What love? Tell me,” he whispered, lowering his head to her breast and suckling.