His Lady Mistress

284 His Lady Mistressfire. He straightened, smiled at her and blew out the taper.And every other candle in the room.His face was shadowed as he came back to her and satdown on the edge of the bed to remove his boots. His coatsailed into a corner, the waistcoat followed an instant later.Firelight slid over hard, muscled curves as he stood up andstripped out of his shirt and breeches and her mouth dried.She had never seen him fully.The first time he’d already been in bed when she came tohim, the bedclothes pulled to his waist. All the other nights,in her bed here, he’d come to her in the dark. As if he hadn’twanted to know who she was.Shock and desire mingled as she gazed at the hard, powerfulbody, the broad chest with its light covering of curls.Taut flat stomach and... She breathed raggedly...he had beenso deep inside her...it seemed impossible... A melting rushof heat took her breath away. She forced her gaze back tohis face, met the scorching desire in his eyes.She wanted him, but what was she supposed to do? Whatdid he want? Eyes wide, she reached out to him. Then, uncertainly,she dropped her hand.He came to her then. He captured her hand, and broughtit to his lips, biting tenderly at her fingertips, and then drewit lower, over his chest, his stomach, as he feathered lightkisses over her face. Lower he took her hand until she feltthe fierce heat of desire. Gently he curled her fingers aroundhis flesh and groaned.Verity gasped. So hard, so silken. And so hot. She stroked,fascinated, feeling the leap of passion under her fingers.All at once he pushed her hand away with a groan. Shejerked back at once, thinking she had displeased him, that hercuriosity shocked him.Max felt her withdrawal and knew at once what he’d done.He caught her and drew her back, shuddering at the caressof soft breasts through the light lawn. ‘Your touch is beau­