Xander turned on a softly glowing bedside lamp as they entered the masculine bedroom, dominated by the opulence of the four-poster bed. That beautiful mahogany bed was covered with an abundance of gold and cream silk pillows and bedcover, and had matching drapes tied back at the four sides and the two windows.
Decadence personified.
As was the beautiful Viking god at her side.
‘Stop over-thinking, Samantha,’ Xander encouraged gruffly as he saw the uncertainty in Samantha’s expression as she looked at the bed, and easily guessed the reason for it; she had already revealed that he would be her first lover since her husband. ‘It’s going to be fine, trust me,’ he encouraged softly even as he ran the soft pad of his thumb over the enticing pout of her bottom lip.
‘I just—I don’t want to disappoint you.’
‘I don’t want to disappoint you either.’
‘You couldn’t!’
‘Lovemaking is all about learning what pleases the other person, giving as well as receiving,’ Xander reassured her gruffly. ‘And I do want to give to you, Samantha,’ he added huskily. ‘Feel how much I want you.’ He placed one of her hands over his jeans, against his arousal.
Xander watched in fevered fascination as Samantha moistened the fullness of her lips with the tip of her tongue.
In anticipation of running that moist tongue over the throbbing fullness she cupped in her hand?
Xander certainly hoped so.
He held her gaze as he took her with him and moved back slightly until he was able to sit on the side of the bed and stand her in between his parted thighs. His gaze continued to hold the shyness of hers captive as he began to unfasten the buttons of the fitted white shirt she was wearing.
His breath caught in his throat as he slid the unfastened shirt down her arms to reveal the white satin and lace bra she wore beneath, the paleness of her skin a pearly white. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he groaned in appreciation as his fingers caressed lightly across the swell of her breasts and down the length of her slender waist. ‘So, so beautiful, Samantha,’ he murmured, his arms about her waist as he nuzzled his face against the heated softness of her breasts encased in satin and lace.
Sam could barely breathe as she rested her hands on Xander’s shoulders for balance, the intimacy of this situation so beautiful. Utterly, utterly beautiful.
As was the man now kissing the tops of her breasts, his lips a heated caress as his hands roamed restlessly along the slender length of her back.
His hair felt soft beneath the fingers she entwined in its silky length, his T-shirt an arousing abrasion against her bared flesh as he continued to nuzzle and kiss her breasts.
Xander moved back slightly. ‘This has to come off,’ he murmured achingly even as his fingers dealt deftly with the fastening at the back of her bra and he slipped the straps down and off her arms before dropping it onto the carpet with her shirt. His eyes darkened to black as he drank in the sight of her naked breasts. ‘I absolutely love this.’ His fingers stroked lightly across the soaring eagle tattoo. ‘It’s almost as beautiful as you are.’
Sam felt beautiful under Xander’s appreciative ministrations, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the first touch of his lips against a bared nipple. Gently kissing first one, and then the other, over and over again, his tongue a slow and velvety rasp against her engorged flesh.