Stretching up on her tiptoes, Elaine pulled him down to meet her lips in a searing kiss. He growled deep in his throat and wrapped his arms tight around her waist, pulling her against the erection already straining at his breeches, but she pushed against him, resuming the previous distance between them.
“ Not so fast,” she murmured, drawing her tongue against the line of his jaw and stretching it beneath his chin. “I thought we’d do things a little differently tonight.”
THREE
Elaine wasn’t sure if that was a groan or a growl coming from her husband. Either way, she rushed on before she lost the little bit of courage she’d built up. She said a quick prayer that she wouldn’t regret listening to Vivi and Judith.
“ Tonight,” she said, “it’s going to be my way.” Reaching up with her hands, she undid the knot of his cravat and then pulled him by it over to the bergere chair next to her canopied bed. Thankfully, he followed. She wasn’t certain what she would have done if he didn’t cooperate.
His hands came about her waist again, and she minced out of his reach, then turned him around and pushed him down into the chair.
“ You’re to sit there.”
Owen’s blue-grey eyes were clouded with lust in the flickering glow of candlelight, but that was nothing new or unexpected. He’d always had a healthy amount of lust for her. Elaine just wanted him to exercise it in a different manner.
Backing up a few steps, she pulled the pins from her hair and shook her head, letting the mass of blonde hair fall free about her. It came nearly to her waist. Owen had once begged her never to cut it again, because he loved it so much. On more than just the rare occasion, she would awake at night with him drawing his fingers through the length. Even now, his breathing turned rough.
She met his gaze and held it as she sat on the edge of the bed.