Hero: Adam. Has the Bah Humbug spirit. Adores his grandmother, but otherwise, wants nothing to do with anyone.
Heroine: Sarah. Wants nothing to do with arrogant rakes who think they can charm their way into any situation. But with Adam stuck at her house due to a raging snow storm and ill grandmother……
Sarah woke from a dream of Adam to find him standing by her bed.
She had no idea why he was there, but in her dream-laden state she didn’t care.
She wanted him. “Kiss me,” she whispered.
He groaned low and then he was leaning over her, pressing his lips to hers almost sweetly.
She opened her mouth, licking across his lips tentatively. Her hands slid over his shoulders and she realized he was fully dressed while she was only in her chemise.
She didn’t want that. “
Take this off,” she whispered, tugging at his coat sleeves. It felt as if this spell would not break if she only whispered.
He straightened to tear off his coat and waistcoat and throw aside his neckcloth. When he placed a knee on the bed beside her hip, bending to her, she pulled his wig off as well.
She shoved aside her coverlet. “Come to me.”
“You’re a siren,” he whispered as he lay atop her. “You’ll drive me mad.”
This seemed doubtful. It was she who would be driven mad. He was heavy on her, his hard chest pressing against her soft breasts, his stomach and pelvis aligned with hers, his legs sprawled, one between her thighs. And she could feel his penis, heavy and thick, probing her belly even through the cloth of his breeches.
She wanted.
She slipped her hands inside the collar of his shirt and heard a button pop as she wrapped her fingers over his bare shoulders. He was warm and male and she could smell his heat.
His desire.
He palmed her breast and she lost her breath. His hand was big and certain, his fingers splayed over the mound of her breast, her nipple caught between his thumb and forefinger.
He brought his fingers together, squeezing her nipple between.
She called out softly, the sensation was so new, so wonderful.
He lifted and pushed himself down her so that his face was level with her breast and took her nipple into his mouth right through the chemise.
It was a crude act. A sensual act. She could feel him drawing on her, could feel the material of the chemise chafe her skin.
He drew back and blew on the wet material and she could feel her nipple harden into a small, pebbled bud.
Then he moved to her other breast.
“You’re so lovely,” he whispered before he took her into his mouth and sucked.
She ran her fingers across his shorn head, feeling the prickly short hair, the strong neck, the working jaw. She wanted him. Wanted him so much it was a physical ache. “Make love to me.”
I reviewed this novella earlier this month, but I couldn’t resist posting a Smex Scene on Christmas Eve. I really enjoyed this one. You can enjoy it even if you are new to the series.
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