God, did she want to let the soft material pool at her feet.
Synton uncannily read her thoughts again.
“Doing things one shouldn’t is often so freeing.”
He prowled a few steps closer, the charge between them growing more intense. Camilla felt like she was standing in the middle of a field, watching lightning strikes grow closer. She tugged to loosen her sash, just a bit.
“When was the last time you were a little wicked, Camilla?”
“What, exactly, are you proposing?” she asked.
“Only a kiss,” he said, with a slight, teasing smile.
The way he said it, his voice a low growl of temptation… Camilla had never felt such heady anticipation. Her palms tingled, her breathing turned shallow. Her heart thundered in her chest. Excitement warred with desire, and admittedly, slight nervousness.
She wet her lips.
Synton stopped before her, gazing into her face. Noticing the gesture, his lips curled devilishly. “Hand me the sash, Camilla. Now.”
She did. Sliding it from around her waist, she dropped the ribbon of silk into his open palm. As she shifted, her robe fell slightly apart, exposing her lace nightgown.
Synton admired her silhouette, then motioned for her to stand and turn around.
She did as he’d silently commanded, already hating the fact that her heart raced harder, thrilled for whatever he’d demand next.
Synton gently placed the sash around her head, covering her eyes, then pulled it taut and tied it. The long ribbon tickled her back, falling between her shoulder blades.
She was blindfolded.
With one hand on her shoulder, he slowly spun her to face him. She craved the reassurance of his emerald eyes but could only feel the soft wind of his breath against her mouth.
“How does that feel?” he asked.
All her senses had heightened—from somewhere deep in the house she heard the soft chiming of a clock. Closer still she heard the slight rasp of Synton’s breath, the rustle of his own shirt before he slipped a hand beneath her robe. His touch glided effortlessly over her nightgown as he circled her waist and drew her nearer to him.
“Good.”
His body was warmer than she’d imagined, his scent intoxicating this close by. She tilted her face up, lips parting in anticipation.
If he was only going to kiss her, she wished to enjoy every second of it.
“We can do much better than good, darling.”
His mouth skimmed her neck, her collarbone, grazing lazily from one side to the other before drifting lower, past her locket to the lace above her breasts. She’d expected him to kiss his way upward again, finally pressing his mouth to hers.
But she soon realized that Synton was a man who enjoyed playing.
Camilla felt the air stir around her as he moved, closing his mouth over the peak of her breast, where it pressed against the soft fabric of her nightgown. The unexpected heat and wet of his mouth sent a shock of pleasure through her as his teeth grazed over her again.
A moan slipped past her lips as Synton’s erotic kiss soaked through her nightgown, causing a different sort of wetness to form between her legs.
He held her steady, his big hands gripping her waist, nestled just above the curve of her bottom. His tongue began stroking softly, drawing as much pleasure from her body as he could.
He moved to her other breast, licking and sucking over the thin material until she could no longer think straight.
Too soon, she felt him straighten, her damp nightgown now clinging to her.
“My lord…”
He let out a low sound of amusement, and she could have sworn he whispered he was anything but before he walked her backward until her thighs brushed against the edge of the bed.
“Sit.”
Camilla did, her body tingling and eager for his next kiss.
She couldn’t see him, but she felt his gaze on her, searing and heavy like a physical caress. She knew with certainty that if she could see him, there wouldn’t be anything cold or dark in his eyes now. He would be ravenous, filled with need. Just like her.
Perhaps that was why he wanted her eyes covered—so she wouldn’t know the effect she had on him. She loved and loathed the blindfold—loved how it allowed her to anticipate his next move and loathed that she couldn’t watch him perform it.
“Unless you’d like me to stop, I’m going to kiss you again, Camilla.”
“Please,” her voice was low and husky, “don’t stop.”
He firmly pressed her back until she lay across the bed. Strong hands closed around her ankles, tugging her closer to the edge of the mattress.
His touch sent shivers of pleasures through her.
Silence stretched, the air growing thick with tension.
Camilla wondered if he was staring down at her, and if he was, what his expression looked like now.
Another whisper of movement. Was he kneeling?
She jolted at the unexpected sensation of his mouth on her leg, her gasps turning sharp and uneven. He traced little lines of pleasure from her ankle to her calf, tasting his way upward.
Her breath caught when he paused behind her knee. His powerful hands settled on either thigh, palms flattened there for a moment, rubbing gently. Comforting. Seducing.
