When Seth was down to black silk boxers, her mouth turned dry. She had already been aware that he was seriously fit and toned, but when she saw him in the flesh she had to stifle a gasp. If she had to describe it, she’d say that his body resembled a sublime Renaissance sculpture come to life. From his lean, hard-muscled biceps to his wide shoulders and slim hips, his musculature was smooth and mouth-wateringly defined.
Aware that she was watching him, he stopped to push his hand through his tawny hair. It lazily flopped onto his forehead. ‘Now it’s your turn, sweetheart.’
The low-voiced declaration put her in a spin. ‘You mean you want me to undress...completely?’ She could barely get the words out.
‘Yes—and I want you to let me watch as you do it.’
‘Really...? I—I mean, I...’ She gulped down a breath ‘I suppose under the circumstances I don’t have much choice.’
‘You always have a choice, angel, but I don’t doubt you’ll make the right one.’
Seth’s faith in her wasn’t so easy to apply when his helplessly lascivious gaze was studying her so intently.
It took every ounce of courage Imogen had in her to follow through with it, but with a breathy little sigh she started to peel off her stockings. Reminding herself that it was her wedding night, and of how much it meant to her, she took her time and deliberately turned the action into a provocative striptease. To her astonishment, she actually found herself enjoying it. She was no seductress, but she wanted to make their night together memorable, and for Seth not to forget that she’d willingly stripped for him despite not doing it for any other man before.
Inching towards the end of the bed, she felt the silken counterpane beneath her heightening her senses wherever it touched her flesh. She took her time to stretch out the sensual tension between them. When she stood up to remove her chemise Seth’s eyes visibly darkened. It was easy to see that he was straining to contain his desire.
With a teasing little smile she continued to undress, as though born to the task. When she’d finally slipped the garment off completely she took off her bra, and stood before him wearing just her lace panties. She didn’t cover herself as she might have done but stood proudly, knowing without vanity that he liked what he saw.
Keeping her arms down by her sides, she moved to stand in front of him. ‘I thought you might like to help me remove these?’ Even as her glance dropped meaningfully down to her underwear her daring made her tremble...
With an enigmatic smile, Seth didn’t reply. Instead, he yanked her towards him and ground his lips against hers in a hard, hot kiss. His passionate response might have made Imogen crumple had he not been holding her.
Reclaiming her breath, she remarked softly, ‘I take it that means yes?’
‘Damn right it means yes, you little witch.’
His big hands possessively cupped her bottom, his palms shaping the smooth soft flesh with undisputed eagerness. Then he impelled her towards him, expertly and seductively easing the delicate lingerie down over her thighs. For a while he just stood and stared, drinking in the sight of her, and even though she was quaking inside Imogen managed to resist crossing her arms to cover herself.
‘You’re so beautiful it hurts my eyes to look at you, angel...’ he commented huskily.
And as his gaze trailed down over her body and back again she felt every single glance as though they were tiny shocks of electricity. Again, time seemed to slow and grow still. Finally, shaking his head as if to free himself from a spell, Seth stood back to remove his boxers. Imogen had another good reason to appreciate his impressive physicality. His manhood was beautifully and unashamedly erect.
Moving away, he drew down the bedcovers, then returned to lift her onto the bed. With bated breath, Imogen found herself lying supine on the silken sheets as she waited impatiently for him to join her.
He didn’t keep her waiting long. The air was stirred by the arresting, clean scent of his masculine cologne and the heat from his body as he positioned himself above her and immediately started to rain a series of provocative little kisses all over her face. Finally, leaving his tantalising imprint on her mouth, he bent his head to apply the same provocative attention to her body.
As he suckled her breasts, taking the nipples deep into his mouth and grazing them with his teeth, she whimpered with pleasure. Her desire for him was growing stronger by the second. In fact it was quickly turning into a desperate need that had a mind of its own, and she knew it wouldn’t ebb until it was fulfilled...