Page 72 of Sir Hugo Seeks a Wife
He smiled at her.“You do that already.”
“No,” she said with a hint of impatience.“I want topleaseyou.”
The blatant hunger in her gaze made him suppress a groan.She looked like she wanted to gobble him up like a piece of birthday cake.
He liked that she’d lost all shyness.But this overt boldness was new.He’d kissed her everywhere, but he was loath to admit that when she kissed him, he got so excited that they usually ended up fucking.He’d been mad for her on first sight.Several licentious days had only deepened his insanity.“You want to take your time?”
“Yes.”
He rested back against the pillows and smiled in encouragement, even though the next little while promised to test his willpower to its limit.
The tension in her expression eased as she returned his smile.“Thank you.”
“I think I’ll be thanking you before we’re done.I like that you’re so brave.”
“Good.”She still ate him up with her eyes.He felt like one of Sylvie’s bonbons.A lemon drop, by Jericho, not one of those filthy violets.
Mmm, perhaps licking might be involved.
In one breathtakingly graceful movement, Athene straddled him and stooped to nibble a tantalizing path along his collarbones.His balls tightened on an explosion of excitement.He closed his eyes and scrunched his fingers into the sheets so he didn’t grab her.A shuddering inhalation filled his senses with her earthy female scent.He always loved how she smelled when she woke up, all warm, sleepy woman, tinged with the sensual traces of what they’d done during the night.
When she dipped lower, her breasts rubbed against his chest.He bit back another groan and fought the urge to cup that sumptuous roundness in his hands.
Athene took her time tasting him, stretching Hugo on a rack of tantalizing pleasure.He felt the pressure of her lush lips.The scrape of her small white teeth.The flicker of her curious tongue.By the time she reached the waistband of his breeches, she’d become familiar with every inch of his torso.
When she sat up, her glowing glance stoked the flames inside him.“Take them off,” she said in a gruff voice that he hardly recognized.The thorough exploration aroused her, too.
With a clumsiness born of overwhelming need, Hugo hoisted up his hips and wriggled to shuck off his breeches.The damn things seemed to have grown ten extra legs.
As he wrestled the garment halfway down his thighs, he caught her eyes.“You’re enjoying this.”
Her lips twitched.“Of course.I love having you at my mercy.”
“Witch,” he said with audible fondness, as he at last got rid of his pestilential breeches.
She devoted a charged moment to contemplating his breeding organs.Her concentration only built his craving.He swallowed to moisten a throat as dry as the Sahara.“Are you going to ride me?”
She enjoyed that position.So did he.He could fondle her breasts and watch the way her face reflected her quest for pleasure.
“Not straightaway,” she said, an answer both frustrating and encouraging.
“Am I allowed to touch you yet?”he asked in a suffocated voice.This suspense while he lay before her in all his naked vulnerability drove him manic with desire.
Another twitch of those full red lips.“No.”
“Athene…” he protested on a long, pained exhalation.
“You’ll survive.”
“It doesn’t feel like it, you hard-hearted wench.”
When her smile intensified, so did his arousal.“My mother always said if you haven’t got anything nice to say, you shouldn’t say anything at all.”
“Bully for her,” he said.“Will you at least take off your nightgown?”
She still ogled his rampant erection, as if it was the most arresting sight in the entire world.“Will that make you feel better?”
“No,” he groaned.“Not if I can’t touch you.”
