Free Lord Greyton's Fall From Grace (Lords of Avalon Novella Series) by K. R. Richards Page A

warm cave of his mouth . “Owen I ache, I don’ t understand . I need…something,” s he pleaded desperately as his hand held her tightly against his groin . She could feel the hardness of him pressing into her . She arched and rubbed herself against him . “Owen, please, ” s he begged as his lips moved upward to claim hers in a searing kiss .
    “Oh Grace, I fear I’ve gone too far, ” h e whispered huskily into her ear. He raised himself above her to gaze upon her. He saw disappointment in her eyes .
    “Owen, please don’t stop! I need…I don’t know what I need.”
    “Shh, my love.” Owen placed a finger gently against her lips . He dipped his head to kiss her while h e shifted to his side . His other hand began bunching up her skirts until he touched her thigh above her stockings. “I can give you some relief, my love . Would you like that?” His fingers slid up her silken thigh easily maneuver ing the opening in her drawers . His fingers rested upon the coiled springy curls between her legs.
    “Please . Please?” Grace had never felt so desperate, so in need of anything.
    He began to explore and massage her. “Oh , Grace, you’re so wet, so warm, ” Owen’s breathing was irregular , his voice sounded hoarse .
    As his fingers massaged her and found a particular place that sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her, and his mouth teased one breast and then the other, Grace could do n aught but succumb to the wondrous feelings assaulting her. Her hips lifted of their own will . When she felt Owen’s fingers slip inside her , she pulled desperately at his shoulders as she arched her body against his .
    “Owen, oh my Lord, Owen !” She panted, writhed and moaned , fire burn ing inside her , as his fingers continued to stroke her . Then her abdomen tightened and something exploded deep within her . Wave upon wave of exquisite pleasure followed and moved through out her body .
    She sighed as Owens fingers slipped out of her . She looked up to see him smiling down at her . She struggled to regulate her breathing .
    “Grace, my love , I can’t wait to make you truly mine,” h e murmured against her ear then proceeded to place soft , feathery kiss es along her neck . He kiss ed each pert nipple and paus ed to suckle her once again . “Did you enj oy your pleasure, my dearest?” h e asked her, his voice deep and husky.
    “Oh my, yes!” she breathed . She smiled sweetly up at him while his finger moved along her jawline and feathered across her cheek . She heard hi s deep chuckle .
    “Now, my love, I must go outside for a moment.” He knew he must give himself release . It was imperative ! He stood .
    Grace saw the unmistakable evidence of his desire straining against his trousers. She blushed .
    He removed his watch and looked at the time . “We’ve only twenty minutes to make ourselves presentable and get back to your maid in the garden . I’ll be back in just a few minutes.” Owen knew it wouldn’t take more than a couple of hand pumps before he came, he was that close .
    He bent and nipped at Grace’s nipple before he kissed her passionately . As he r skirts were still hiked up, he allowed his hand to slide up her thigh . He brushed his fingers against her wetness and imagined what it would feel like to thrust inside her at that moment . The sensation s such a fantasy brought h a d him straightening and hurrying outside . H e walked to the side of the Summer House and quickly gave himself release .
    Grace retied her bodice and sh ook out her skirts . She was bending over placing the remnants of their lunch back into the basket when Owen entered.
    He took the time to appreciate the outline of her beautiful d erri ère outlined by the tightening of her pale yellow sk irts . He could not stop himself ; he reached out and caressed her hips as he stepped closer to her.
    Grace straightened . She whirled around to face him . “You’re back.” She gave him a sultry smile .
    Owen dipped his