His Lady Mistress

Elizabeth Rolls85She couldn’t think, couldn’t begin to comprehend the powerthey held as they stroked and caressed.Gentle, deft fingers trailed fire over her thighs, brushedover the soft curls that shielded her secrets. She gasped at thesensation, fire and need blossoming up from his touch, andfelt him smile against her neck. Those wicked fingers returned,probing lightly.‘Soon,’ he whispered. ‘Soon. Let me touch you.’ His handcupped her and his fingers pressed lower.Aching, burning with need, she shifted her legs apartslightly. The teasing, searching fingers slid between herthighs, probed further and found soft, wet heat. Lightninglanced through her as he stroked with shattering intimacy.She cried out, twisting against him, frantic for more, hardlyknowing what she wanted, only certain that she must have it,or die.Max did know what she wanted. Dizzy with his own need,he resisted the urge to give in, to roll her beneath him andspread her thighs wide so that he could take her. Now. Groaning,he reached for control. He took her mouth again, drinkingher cries as he slid one finger into the entrance of herbody.Sweet honey spilled over his fingers in searing welcome,tearing at his restraint. Again and again he stroked, torturinghimself. He could wait no longer. She felt so good, so hotlywelcoming.Releasing her mouth, he said hoarsely, ‘You’re so sweet,so hot. Open to me.’ His hands were on her thighs, urgingthem apart, even as he rolled on top of her, taking her mouthinexorably.Shock held her motionless as she felt his weight, hisstrength, felt the hard, urgent pressure of his hunger againsther and understood the fierce promise of his kiss. He stoppedinstantly and his hands rose to frame her face.‘Sweetheart.’ He released her mouth and his lips feathered