Flesh - The Island of Madam Sin

“At last, you come to me.” His voice was low, hoarse, the accent French but not pronounced.

“I…” She was suddenly short of breath in the intimacy of his embrace. When she was at last able to answer him, her voice was little more than a whisper.

“The way you looked at me as you left the room…I knew, could see in your eyes that you wanted me to come. I followed as soon as I could.”

Armand’s hands caressed her bare arms lightly. “I thought you would have come to me before tonight. I’ve been here two days already.”

She gasped as he moved his hands to cup her breasts, taking their weight. She tilted her head back against his shoulder.

“I know. I wanted to, but it’s been…difficult. Katrina only came home the day before you arrived. It’s been almost a year since she was home last, and she’s spent nearly all of her time with me since she got here. With Charles away at the office in London during the day, she’s been like my shadow.”

“And at night?”

“I could hardly leave Charles in bed alone as soon as you arrived. That wouldn’t have been very tactful, would…aah!”

She broke off mid-sentence, the exclamation her response to the pressure of his fingers and thumbs as they pinched her nipples hard through the silk. Moving his hands up to her shoulders, he slipped off the narrow straps and eased the dress down her arms. She was not wearing a brassiere, and the silk glided easily over her skin, falling away to bare her breasts. He took them in his hands, caressing, then squeezing the yielding flesh, delighting in the hardness of her nipples now that they had swollen and stiffened with her arousal. Only her hips prevented the dress falling to the floor. Above the waist, she was naked but for her jewelry.

“Are you going to…punish me for keeping you waiting?” Her voice was low, her breathing shallow.

“Should I not? Tell me I shouldn’t, and I won’t.”