Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Zac walked up to her. He had already shed his jacket and shirt. His chest was bare and mighty appealing. "Shall I help you undress?"
Prudence recalled the night at the fort and how he had undressed her then. She shivered from the erotic memory.
"I’ll take that as a yes," he said, and lifted her mouth up to meet his lips. He kissed her thoroughly, sampling every nook and cranny of her delectable mouth. She was breathless by the time he released her. His fingers worked quickly, divesting her of her clothes. "I do so love undressing you. Seeing your warm naked flesh come into view piece by sensuous piece excites the devil in me."
She stood in her chemise, bloomers, and gloves. He caught her cautious look and smiled wickedly. He raised her arms above her head and sternly ordered her to keep them there. He then lifted her cotton chemise slowly, easing the soft material up and over her breasts while his mouth feasted at her hard nipples.
He moaned when she brought her hands down around his back. The feel of her white cotton gloves against his hot skin was torturous.
The moan heightened her own passion, as she felt his breath tingle across her nipples. She didn't think they could harden any farther, but they did, aching from her need for him.
He didn't disappoint her. He eased and intensified her condition all with the skillful lick of his tongue.
His hands moved to her bloomer band and his mouth traveled up to rest next to her ear. "I have a confession, honey."
"What, Zac?" Her breath was heavy with passion.
"It's wicked, awfully wicked."
"I like when you're wicked, Mr. Stewart."
"Good, honey, because tonight I'm going to be real wicked."
He took a moment then to slip out of the remainder of his clothes, discarding them to the side.
Prudence was about to rid herself of her gloves, when his hands stopped her. She looked at him strangely.
"That's the wicked part, honey. I want you naked, except for your gloves. I want you to leave them on."
His sensual suggestion heightened her eagerness by leaps and bounds. Then she smiled a playful smile of her own and slowly ran her hand down his chest, circling his nipples with the tip of her glove-covered hand.
Zac sucked in his breath.
Prudence laughed.
"Sinful hussy," he whispered, though it sounded more like a choke.
"But you do like it, don't you, Mr. Stewart?" she said, running her hand down lower and lower until she found him and gently took him in her hand.
"Damn," he cried as she stroked him languidly.
"Your language, Mr. Stewart."
"Your actions, Mrs. Stewart."
"Shall I stop?" Her hand stilled.
His hands rested on her bloomer band. "Only if you want to."
She gave a naughty laugh and resumed her stroking.
He removed her last piece of clothing. They stood naked before each other except for the gloves.
He rested his forehead against hers while she continued to touch and caress him. "Fantasies do come true, honey."
"Don't I know," she murmured, capturing his lips with hers.
Zac took her in his arms, deepened the kiss, and picked her up to place her on the bed. He covered her with the length of him. Their touches were urgent, their kisses hungry. They needed each other with a desperate fury that spun out of control.
He spread her legs with his, wasting no more time, his need for her ferocious, unrelenting. He had to have her and now.
They became one in an instant. Their moves were exact, their tempo perfect. Their bodies blended together like a perfect tune, their release timed to the second. Together they cried out their love for each other.
Prudence's arms remained wrapped around him. She stroked his back as he lay exhausted on top of her, his breathing heavy and labored as though he had run miles and miles.
Her own breathing came in short grasps and she relished in it. She had missed intimacy with her husband much more than she had ever imagined she would. Zac was her life. She loved him beyond reason.
"You keep touching me like that with those gloves, Mrs. Stewart, and you'll find yourself in this position for the entire evening."
Zac's breath was hot against her cooling skin, and sent shivers through her body.
Zac pushed himself up to look down at her. "Cold?"
Her hands rubbed at the sides of his arms. "I have the perfect blanket."
He laughed and slipped off her, taking her with him.
She was settled without fuss or trouble on top of him.
"Now I have the perfect blanket."
"I'll keep you warm." Her soft tone promised his temperature would remain constant. Constantly hot.
He laughed. "You've changed, Prudence Agatha, and I like it."
"You mean I'm not stiff and proper any longer?"
Zac ran his finger slowly along her lips. "You've matured into a radiant beauty in more ways than one."
Prudence sighed and accepted his compliment without doubt. "You mean I'm not the same woman you met back in Boston?"