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light over that corner of the room. Lorna wished for darkness. At least, then,
if she was tempted to look at him, she wouldn't be able to see.
"We should turn out the lamp." The disturbed pitch of her voice revealed too
much of her inner feelings.
"Then we couldn't see each other," Benteen pointed out, and came up silently
behind her. "And I want to see my wife."
She breathed in sharply when his lips touched the curve of her neck and
nibbled at the pulsing vein. She closed her eyes tightly, fighting the violent
storm of sensations breaking over her. Her knees went weak when she felt the
steady pull on the ribbon tie of her chemise. Benteen lifted it over her head,
discarding it with a careless toss.
Suffused with heat, Lorna could hardly breathe when his strong hands began
rolling down her stockings, traveling down her thigh and over her knee and
calf and gently lifting her feet to peel the stockings off completely. She was
shaken with tremors that she rigidly tried to conceal from him. All her
underclothing was gone.
"Will you look at me, Lorna?" The firm insistence of his voice made her open
her eyes, but she fixed her gaze steadfastly on his face.
In the periphery of her vision, she was conscious of the muscled width of his
shoulders and the dark hair on his bare chest. The dark light in his eyes
burned down her body with ravishing force before it came back to her face.
His hand circled her wrist to pull her in the direction of the bed. Overcome
by a surge of modesty, she resisted its pressure.
"I'll need my nightgown," she whispered.
"No, you don't," Benteen stated in husky denial. "Nightgowns are for sleeping.
We aren't going to sleep for a while. Not for a long while."
A little sound trembled from her throat as she allowed herself to be drawn to
the bed. The soft mattress offered blessed support for her shaking limbs. Her
gaze clung to the contoured planes of his face as the bed took his weight as
well as her own. The taut, queasy feeling in her stomach became worse, but she
couldn't let Benteen know the extent of lust in her flesh. She didn't want to
shame herself in his eyes.
With her head on the feather pillow, Lorna was careful to keep her body
stretched out straight and her arms at her side. She didn't want to show any
awareness of the heat that radiated from his body across the few inches that
separated them. Benteen was lying on his side, angled toward her. His
breathing had thickned. The look that smoldered in his eyes contained a potent
force that shook Lorna all the way to her toes.
When he let that look wander to her high, firm breasts, the tense flatness of
her stomach, and even lower, Lorna couldn't suppress a shudder. Again she
closed her eyes, trying to shut out her brazen thoughts.
"It isn't wrong for me to look at you. I'm your husband," Benteen reminded her
needlessly, because she was fully aware of the multitude of rights the gold
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hand around her finger gave him. The anticipation of them was tearing her
apart. He reached over and dragged the pillow from under her head, then
remained partially leaning over her, the hair-roughened texture of his chest
brushing the naked curve of her breasts. A tingling sensation started over her
skin, prompting lorna against her will to look at him. His face was very close
to hers, filling her vision until she could see the pores of his tanned skin
and the faint scar on his trmple.
"I'll be as gentle as I can be." His warm breath limned skin that was already
hot. "There's no need to he frightened of me."
Her mute nod of understanding was a hesitant movement of her chin. She heard
his breath catch as his dark eyes probed hers. Her own glance drifted to the
hard male lips, waiting for their touch with a fast-beating heart. Then they
were coming down.
His mouth moved onto her lips in an unhurried and sensuous exploration, warm
and without pressure. It teased her for a response, lightly brushing her lips,
going away and coming back until her lips parted to invite the kind of deep
kiss that had so thrilled her once before. The taste of him filled her mouth.
The flat of his hand spread itself onto her rib cage, so warm against her bare
flesh. She felt the swelling thrust of her breast anticipate the possessive
encirclement of his hand. When he took its weight, the sensation was so much
sharper, skin against skin, without the protective barriers of dress and
undergarments.
The solid outline of his male body was pressing along her length. She didn't
dare touch him as she ached to do, so she curled her fingers into the mattress
cover to keep them from sliding up and down the sinewed flesh of his rib cage
where his heart was thudding so strongly.
When his mouth slid hotly down her throat, Lorna turned her head aside,
pressing her cheek against the mattress and biting her lip to silence the moan
of raw pleasure. But the downward journey continued, and she stiffened in
vague alarm when his lips moved onto the peak of her breast.
Babies suckled a woman's breast, but it had never occurred to her that a man
did. A spasm of erotic quivers splintered through her as his mouth opened to
take her nipple into it. His tongue turned it into a hard point of pulsing
sensation, until Lorna was driven nearly mindless. When he did the same thing
to her other breast, his thumb rubbed the wet peak of the abandoned nipple,
keeping it aroused.
A keening sweetness nearly shattered her control. She felt the moan building
in her throat and pressed a tightly curled fist against her lips to smother
it. His hand came to drag it away as Benteen shifted his atention back to her
face, roughly brushing his mouth over her cheek.
"Don't hold it in, Lorna." There was a groaning quality to his half-mumbled
words. "Let me hear you."
"I can't." It was a moaned response that contradicted her answer.
She turned to seek his kiss and let his demands hold sway with her. The need
to withhold her touch was forgotten as her hand curled into the thickness of
his hair. Her sanity seemed threatened when his hands began to stroke and
manipulate other parts of her body.
Primitive instinct held sway, wiping out the discretion that had dictated her
reactions. Lorna yielded to the fiery sensations burning her loins and let her
hips arch against the stroking pressure of his hand and the release of raw
tension it offered. Sensation built upon sensation, until there wasn't room
for conscious thought in her mind. No directive was sent to keep her legs
tightly together, so the space was invaded.
A wildness gathered force inside her, lifting Lorna into a frenzy. Distantly
she heard Benteen murmur, "Enjoy it, my love." Then she was convulsed by an
eruption within, so intensely pleasurable that it rocked her.
Several minutes passed before she could open her dazed eyes. She lay there
panting and exhausted, yet feeling absolutely wonderful. Benteen was smiling
at her while his hands made slower work of their caressing moves. Lorna was
conscious of a faint sheen of perspiration covering her skin. She wasn't sure
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what had happened to her, but he seemed to know.
"Lorna, you have so much to give," Benteen declared thickly, and began kissing
her.
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