Page 543 of From Rakes to Riches

This wouldn’t take long.

Unable to resist the impulse, his other hand lifted the hem of her shirt, exposing her bottom. Just as fetching and rounded as he’d imagined. And right now, it was arching back, leaving him no choice but to angle forward so his hard length pressed against her. He sucked in a sharp breath at the firm feel of her flesh, even as a layer of cloth stood between them.

His cock needed to know the feel ofheraroundhim.

It wasn’t yet time for that. For now, however…

He made quick work of the falls of his trousers, and his throbbing length fell forward, a light slap against the downy skin of her bottom.

“Oh,” she gasped, and lust-glazed eyes met his over her shoulder.

He could enter her now.

And though it took all his willpower, he didn’t.

Not yet.

Not until she begged him for it.

He’d rather liked it when she’d done it the first time.

But, first,thisrelease.

He pressed against her bottom and steadied her with one hand at the small of her back, even as the fingers of his other hand stroked her cunny—sliding against her nub with light, slick pressure, teasing all the nerve endings into life.

“What is…oh…what is happening to me,” she exhaled.

“You’ve never been brought to climax?”

“No, I…oh…I don’t think so.”

He continued to stroke her. “You’re almost there, my sweet.”

She wasn’t a shrinking virgin, but that didn’t mean she’d ever achieved release. Most men didn’t give two tosses for a woman’s satisfaction.

Though his body wanted her—would likely combust if he didn’t enter her soon—he wanted her to have this one…here…now.

“Your sweet cunny is so hot and wet and ready,” he growled. “You want my big cock inside you?”

“Oh,” she groaned, “yes,” and ground her bottom against him.

“Not until you come for me,” he breathed into her ear.

And that was the little push she needed, as her body went tense in that specific moment where release held one suspended in the grip of uncertainty—and promise. The next instant, a lever clicked open, and she gasped on a small cry, her quim pulsing in quick, tiny spasms against his fingers. Though he didn’t experience the sensation with her, he felt no small satisfaction in having brought her this pleasure.

Slowly, deliberately, he eased the pressure of his fingertips, and she exhaled a wobbly breath.

Every cell in his body demanded he grab her hips with both hands and enter her in a single claiming stroke.

So, he took hold of the hem of his shirt and tugged it over her fetching bottom, leading himself away from temptation.

She hadn’t yet asked for his cock.

Hadn’t yetbeggedfor it.

She glanced over her shoulder, annoyance in her glare. “What are you…why aren’t you…” she sputtered.

She couldn’t seem to finish a question. That was a start. A good climax could certainly tie one’s tongue into knots.

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