Page 54 of Broken

Lilly had turned to her side and was watching him with wary eyes.

“You are so beautiful,” Giles whispered, pressing a long kiss to her shoulder. Hair tickled his nose and he pushed it away, exposing more of her skin and a full, ripe breast.

Control was overvalued. He pulled Lilly to him, took her lips in a hard kiss and slid his body under hers. Soft, warm flesh branded his skin even through the clothing he wore. Lilly kissed him back, sliding her tongue into his mouth, setting off an avalanche of desire he had to fight hard to suppress.

She lay over his body, thighs spread and the heart of her pressed tight against his erection. She rocked, whimpering in frustration as pleasure built slowly. Too slowly for her, but much too fast for him. If she continued, he wouldn’t be able to wait for her pleasure to come.

He rolled her to her back, held his weight above so as not to crush her, and slid his hand downwards. As his fingers crossed her belly, she sucked her stomach in. When his fingers touched her curls, a needy moan broke free.

“Soon, Angel. Just wait.”

Giles was not normally a vocal man in bed, but desire and Lilly prodded him to speak. He could not seem to help himself—just as with everything else to do with Lilly. He could blame it on being in bed with a naked woman and still being fully dressed. It was one of his least-used fantasies. To be the one to pleasure, to be the one to control what happened, was heady.

Thankfully Lilly seemed content to take things at his pace, to let him decide the position, too.

He kissed her jaw. “I have dreamed of being in bed with you for so long.”

Lilly’s eyes opened and the gray depths were stormy. “How long?”

Should he confess the whole? Should he tell her that every other lover paled in comparison to just this much pleasure? Giles dragged in a breath. “Since the first night I saw you in Huntley House.”

Confession was good for the soul, he’d heard, and it appeared to be very good for Lilly, too. Her hot little hands cupped his face and he groaned loudly at the desire he saw reflected back at him.

Fingers traced his jaw, burned a line to his ear and then scraped into his hair, torturing his body with gooseflesh. She curled her arm around his head and held his lips to hers. Convinced that kissing her was not to be given up, Giles gave her the kisses she demanded.

Yet he could not remain idle under such an assault, so he stoked the side of her body, feeling the end coming closer. When he brushed the bony ridge of her hip, he kept going. Caressing and kneading the globe of her bottom, he drowned in the scent of her body, the texture of her skin.

Giles broke the kiss and let his lips trail off her face, letting her body fall to the mattress in a messy heap. He kissed down her neck and into the valley between her breasts. He knew what he wanted. Giles took her nipple into his mouth the exact moment his fingers tangled in her blonde curls. He gave Lilly no time to protest. He suckled at her breast hungrily as his fingers parted her thighs and delved into her heat, reveling in her whimpers of pleasure and the sharp tugging at his hair.

“Oh, Giles.”

His fingers grew wet as he parted her folds and traced to her source of greatest pleasure. Lilly jumped as he petted her nub and his cock swelled in anticipation.

Giles lifted his head. The cords of Lilly’s neck stood out as she flexed, panting, aroused beyond anything she’d ever known. So damn beautiful that Giles couldn’t bear to take his eyes from her flushed face. Slowing his fingers, he waited for Lilly to look at him. He could not bear for her to avoid his eyes. “Sweetheart?”

Lilly’s gray eyes drowned him, her breath panted across his lips. “Now I know why you like this.”

Giles swirled his fingers again and she gasped, hips rising into his touch. “Now you know.”

He would not take her virginity, but there were benefits to allowing him free play. Giles would see her climax and enjoy doing so. His fingers slipped from her folds and he grasped one thigh and draped it over his so she was wide open. She would not need to hold herself still, she would be comfortable. That was all Giles cared about.

He slid his hand down her thigh and covered her mound again, kissing her lips while his fingers pressed and twirled. When her hips rose to meet his fingers again, he knew she would peak soon. She moaned and sobbed as the pinnacle neared.

“That’s it. Come for me, Lilly.” Giles rose over her possessively to watch her release that first time, and didn’t care that he would not even receive pleasure himself. He had never cared so much about a woman’s happiness before. Pleasing Lilly was all that mattered tonight.

Eyes locked, he increased the friction of his fingers, spreading her wetness until she arched again, sobbing his name as the release hit her squarely. Thighs clenched tight around his hand as she ground her body against his fist.

For a small, frail woman, her contractions went on a lot longer than he had anticipated. With his hand buried as it was, he felt every ripple of pleasure that shook her. He felt awed and proud all at once. God, she was heaven, and he wondered how he had ever thought desire existed before today.

Her thighs relaxed and he moved his fingers, only to find greater wetness than before. Lilly was dripping, and he could not help but grind his cock against her thigh. Once, twice, then a long, protracted moan burst free as he came in his trousers from just that slight friction.

Lilly clutched his head tight against hers until he slumped to the mattress, breathing hard to recover. He hadn’t needed to come that much in forever.

He hadn’t soiled his garments since he was a young lad in short pants, spying on the village girls washing in the stream. But Lilly had the damnedest effect on him. One he’d never encountered before. All his carefully thought out notions of pleasure had just been thrown out the window.

“Are you all right?” Lilly asked.

He lifted his head and grinned down at her. The earth shifted again and he pressed his lips to Lilly’s to prevent some banal comment from spewing from his lips. Her lips clung, her fingers threading into his hair as he tucked her tight against his body.