Page 58 of Lord Garson's Bride
Hugh’s deep growls told her that he was enjoying himself. His mouth and tongue and teeth tormented her, licking and sucking and biting until she saw stars.
Jane floated back to earth and lifted eyelids that felt as heavy as bricks, to find him watching her with a gloating expression. She shivered again, when he wiped one large hand across his glistening lips. What a thrill to know that he’d feasted on her.
“Oh, Hugh…” she said in a broken voice and caught his hand. She brought it to her lips, smelling her own excitement on his fingers. Another wave of reaction clenched her belly. “You give me so much pleasure.”
She was exhausted after that quaking reaction, but his flashing smile, all male arrogance and straight white teeth, said he wanted more. “I haven’t finished with you yet.”
He rose and shrugged off the crimson dressing gown. When he kissed her, she tasted her juices on his lips. The knowledge made her desire spike.
With a couple of impatient movements, he discarded the loose trousers. Her gaze settled between his thighs, and hunger roared through her. Along with shock at her own wickedness. She couldn’t help wondering if her mouth could give him the same pleasure he’d just shown her.
Hugh scooped her up into his arms and carried her through to the bedroom, still shadowy with drawn velvet curtains. Carefully he placed her on the rumpled sheets they’d crawled out of a mere hour ago.
“I’m guessing we’re not going to see the Tower of London today,” she said, as he came down over her to pepper kisses across her neck and shoulders, revealed under the loose nightgown. He gave a soft grunt of laughter and ran his teeth down the nerve in her neck. He knew that drove her mad.
With a groan, he flopped onto his back beside her. “I feel like the Tower of London right now.”
His joke prompted a horrified giggle, although she couldn’t deny that his erect rod was impressive. “I shouldn’t laugh.”
“No, you shouldn’t.” He cast her a narrow-eyed look. “You should be struck silent with awe.”
“You’re a lunatic, Hugh.” Shyness wasn’t strong enough to contain her wayward impulse. She slid down to kiss that hard flesh.
He lurched back against the headboard. “Bloody hell!”
She sat up and regarded him in consternation. “Was that awful?”
“Jane…”
“I liked what you did to me before.” She still couldn’t read his expression. Had her boldness repulsed him? “I wondered…”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and a hectic flush marked his pronounced cheekbones. “If I’d like something similar?”
She was so embarrassed, she wanted to disappear. “Yes,” she said in a small voice. “Clearly I was wrong.”
He swallowed again. “Ladies don’t…”
If her cheeks got any hotter, she’d go up in flames. Given how mortified she felt right now, that almost seemed preferable to facing Hugh’s censure. “I hope you’ll forgive me.”
Nervously she licked her lips. Did she detect a trace of him? Her forbidden kiss had been so quick, surely she only imagined a faint hint of musk and salt.
Hugh’s eyes flared. “Forgive you?”
He still seemed to have trouble speaking, which was strange when the kiss was over in a blink.
“Yes.” She licked her lips again.
He groaned and closed his eyes. “If you keep doing that, I won’t be responsible for the consequences.”
Relief flooded her. He still wanted her. Although she should have guessed that. The Tower of London looked more like granite than ever.
“I might enjoy the consequences,” she said breathlessly. “I’m sorry if what I did disgusted you.”
He opened his eyes and stared at her in disbelief. “You can’t think I’m feeling disgust.”
“Aren’t you?”
His laugh was cracked. “Good God, the thought of you taking me in your mouth is a fantasy I never thought would come true.”
