A Season of Seduction by Jennifer Haymore Read Free Book Online

fascination as his fingers worked to untie his cravat.
“Forget?”
The linen slid over his neck as he drew it away and tossed it over the back of the sofa. “You make me forget myself. Forget who I am, where I am, what I’m doing…”
“Isn’t that how it should be?”
“Is it?”
“I…” Her chest went tight as his lips twisted into a wicked curve. That crooked smile would be her undoing. “I think it is.”
She gazed at his fingers, rapt, as he slid free the buttons at his stiff, high collar. All at once, he pulled the shirt over his head, and all the air left Becky’s body in a whoosh.
His torso was a thing of beauty. She’d never seen anything like it. Rippling with muscle, the skin deeply tanned, every inch taut and lean. The muscles in his abdomen expanded as he inhaled, and she dragged her gaze to his face.
He watched her with a bemused expression, and realizing she was gaping, she snapped her lips shut.
“You were married?” His voice was soft.
“I was.” He raised a brow in question, but shedidn’twant to talk about William, about how different a specimen of man he was. She wanted to consider nothing but the man before her. “But I never saw you before.”
“Do you like what you see?” His voice slid around her senses like a strip of satin.
“I do.” She rose onto her elbows and tucked her legs beneath her. Rising onto her knees beside him, she slipped her arms around his waist.
His skin was smooth but taut, hairless but for the dark trail leading from his navel to the waistband of his black trousers.
Her breasts pressed against his side as she leaned into him, and the tight ball of heat within her flared at the contact. His arm snaked around her back, pressing her closer as she bent forward to explore him with her lips.
“There it is.” She pressed her lips to the side of his chest. “That taste. Mm.”
“Velvet?”
“Mmm.”
His chest resonated as he chuckled. His hand slid up her back and into her hair, fumbling as he plucked away her pins.
She stroked his side, soaking up the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. She traced his navel and tickled the hairs trailing to his waistband, then traveled back up to the hard planes of his chest, circling the flat, small nipples.
She moved higher, completely focused on her exploration. He had a small scar at his waistline, a freckle on his left pectoral and one on his shoulder above it, and his nipples were small and round and a dusky pink, not as dark as her own.
He leaned against the back of the sofa, his hands combing through her hair as she explored him, his breaths deep and even. When he released the last pin, her hair tumbled to her waist.
“You have beautiful hair.”
“You have a beautiful abdomen,” she returned, bent over the narrow strip of hair trailing from his navel. She touched the scar. “What happened?”
“Ah, that.” He sighed. “Accident with a fishhook. The wound itself was less serious than the infection that resulted from it.”
She shuddered. “Thank God you recovered.”
She traced his waistband, then brazenly moved her hand lower, over the bulge delineated by the snug woolen fabric.
He seemed to hold still, suspended, as she explored the ridge of his erection, fascinated by its size, length, and girth. A glimmer of fear prickled along nerves that had been quiescent since she’d decided to pursue this course.
How was it possible for such a massive organ to fit inside a woman? How was it possible to feel pleasure at such a thing?
It had been a long time, indeed. She could hardly remember how William had done it. At first, he’d been very passionate with her, but whenever he’d joined with her the room had been dark. Furthermore, this particular part of his anatomy had come in contact with hers in only one specific location.
Despite Becky’s bemusement, her body experienced no such hesitation. It heated, ached, craved, silently begged him to connect with her in this most intimate way.
A part of her, the