Page 45 of The Captain Claims His Temptress

Studying her with his intelligent green eyes, he backed away until he was halfway across the room. There was no doubt in her mind. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. Since some ethical code kept him at arm’s length, she would take matters into her own hands.

Locking gazes with him, she called forth her coquettish smile and glided across the room. Once she reached him, she laid both hands flat against his powerful pectorals. “You are beautiful my sweet, Stephen. Let me touch you.” She caressed the dips and swells of his defined sinew and again raked her fingernails through his chest hair.

He removed her hands. “I cannot.”

“You can.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes. “Kiss me.”

Stephen Eaton’s defensive wall crashed, and he grabbed her. His thumbs dug into her hips, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth as he forced her backward.

Her calves hit something hard. Before she could look over her shoulder to see what she’d run into, he lifted her off her feet and tossed her onto the mattress. He pounced, pinning her beneath him.

While devouring her lips, he rolled their bodies so that she was on top. Consumed with the pleasure his mouth and tongue doled out, she was unaware that he’d unfastened her dress and loosened her stays until he rolled them again and tugged her breasts free.

Kisses traveled down her neck, to her shoulders. She arched, thrusting her bosom toward his face. The taunt worked; he latched onto a nipple and suckled.

“Yes, Stephen,” she begged as she cradled his head and moved it to her other breast. She closed her eyes, soaking up the decadent tingles running from her nipples to her pelvis.

A warm palm traced a path to her hip. She writhed, hoping to relocate his hand to her aching sex. Instead, his weight shifted, and a rush of cold air washed over her.

She opened her eyes, only to have her heart crash. He was seated at the bottom of the bed studying her. She reached for him. “Please don’t go.”

“Where would I go? This is my chamber.” He lifted her skirts, his fingers brushed over her stockings then danced along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. “Do you remember what we watched last night?” He tugged off her drawers.

The air hit her naked skin and goose pimples tickled her flesh. “Yes.”

“Good. Because I cannot rid my mind of the image until I taste you.” His raspy voice stoked the fire in her intimate area sending her into a full-body undulation. He blew into the course curls protecting her special place. “Mmm,” he murmured as his finger parted her.

Her head fell onto the pillow, her hips bucked, and she cried out.

“So beautiful, Madalene. Everything about you is beautiful.”

Two fingers pressed into her and circled creating delightful friction. Something warm and velvety washed across her. She did not have to look to know that he was licking her the way Mr. Gracey had lapped at the maid in the garden. The image and the thrill it invoked would forever be in her memory. Would she and Stephen also create an erotic picture? She lifted her head to peek.

Stephen’s head was buried between her thighs. He met her gaze and held it as his tongue performed one long lick along her seam.

“Oh, God,” she murmured.

His chuckle vibrated her inner thighs as he licked again and again, watching her all the while. “Does it feel good, beautiful?” He thrust the tip of his tongue inside her.

She grasped his hair and shoved his head until his face was buried deep in her secret place. This time his chuckle vibrated her inner walls.

What was she doing? She would suffocate the poor man because of her lecherous desires. However, he did not seem to mind, since he murmured debased coos of delight as he took his time feasting on her.

Mr. Gracey and his maid had nothing over her and the captain because watching Stephen passionately explore, taste, and drink of her body was the greatest of aphrodisiacs.

A pleasurable itch took hold deep inside her, winding itself into a tiny whirling ball. She shamelessly ground against his mouth desperate to scratch her mound.

Stephen’s finger and tongue found the ball and stroked.

“Yes. Oh, yes. Right there,” she repeated as the ball increased in size.

“Relax, darling. Let go,” Stephen said as he increased the pressure and pace of his ministrations.

Her body tensed. Her thighs shook, and then the tornado of pleasure exploded. Thereupon, she floated, her bits and pieces seeming to leave the bed to swirl and twirl weightlessly.

Stephen crawled up her body and held her in his arms until her mind, soul, and body were again one.

She smiled and caressed his cheek. “That was….” There were no words for her euphoria so she would have to show him. She reached for the fall of his trousers. “I shall try to make you feel just as wonderful.