Page 40 of A Lady's Dangerous Secret
He swallowed and focused on the rest of Lottie. His eyes found her freckled lips, swollen from his ravishment, which were waiting to be attended to once again. He had imagined where else Lottie had freckles, and he was not disappointed. Light ones dotted her shoulders, which he had glimpsed when she was dressed in her ball gowns. But there were more, and they were in the most delectable of places. His mouth watered as he stared at the freckles that dotted the areolas of her well-shaped breasts. He wanted to suck those nipples until Lottie came apart in his arms. His eyes traveled to her trim waist that widened into sensual hips, and then the thatch of dark curls that covered hisultimate destination. He climbed onto the bed and placed his arms on either side of Lottie.
“You’re mine,” he said.
“Yes,” she responded, then licked her tempting lips. James crashed into her mouth yet again. He oscillated between losing all control around this woman, and having a sense of calm. He pulled back and yanked the pins out of her hair, throwing them onto the floor. Her wavy, chestnut mane fanned out over the pillow. He took a handful and twirled the silky strands around his finger.
“Magnificent.” He released her hair and dipped his head over her breast. His tongue circled around her already hard nipple. With each swipe of his tongue, it hardened further. Lottie let out a moan, and his cock strained against his still-fastened breeches. Her bottom wiggled against the bed. She was restless.
He was going to fix that.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Charlotte was overwhelmed by sensation. Shocks shot from her nipples to her core, leaving a needy urge in their wake that begged to be alleviated. She jerked her hips toward James and sought the release she had experienced in the gardens. She had always been unsure of herself, but tonight she was pushing all those insecurities aside and focusing on the present. This was the only night she had with him. She wanted to cherish every minute of it so she could recall these sacred memories when she was lying alone in her bed as the Duchess of Westcliffe.
James’s lips moved from her breasts down to her abdomen. His calloused fingertips massaged her hips, heightening the feeling. He paused at her navel and tickled it with his tongue for a moment. She shifted her hips even more. The wretched man was teasing her. He needed to go lower.
“Eager, are you?” James taunted with mischief in his eyes.
“I want more,” Charlotte hissed through her teeth. Once he had started to ravish her body, any thoughts of trying to pleasure him first had fled her mind and all she could focus on was finding the same release as the gardens.
“Can you be more specific?”
“Lower,” she demanded.
“You nobs get so upset when your orders aren’t obeyed.” His lips brushed below her navel, then hovered just above her curls.
“Lower, dammit!”
His eyebrows shot up and a boyish grin crossed his face. “You’re insistent, my little empress, but I still need more guidance. Do you want me to touch your cunny?”
“Yes!”
“I want to hear you say it.”
Her hips writhed underneath James. “Touch my cunny, now,” she demanded.
“With pleasure.”
James spread her folds and slowly licked her most private area. His pace quickened. The pulsation in her body intensified with each lap of his tongue, and tingling burrowed deeper inside her. Involuntarily, her hips thrust up toward his mouth, seeking more pressure. Her moans were a mixture of pleasure and frustration. After the tryst in the gardens, she had replayed the night over and over again in her mind. She reasoned that the earthshattering explosion she felt in her body was in factthe little death. And she was chasing that same elusive feeling once again.
“I want you to look at me when you come undone.” She whimpered as his gray eyes lost their teasing glint and instead stared back at her with wicked intent. Seeing him gaze at her with his mouth hovering over her sex was the most erotic image Charlotte could ever imagine. It made the pressure inside her build more quickly until she was almost bursting. But it was not quite enough. Something was holding her back. Her chest heaved as she looked at him, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.
“Relax. I’m going to finish you.” He ducked his head into her curls once more and found the nub at the top of her folds. He rapidly swirled his tongue on the most sensitive part of her sexand inserted two fingers into her wet entrance. Before she could overthink what was happening, the pressure inside her reached its peak and everything shattered.
Charlotte’s vision went black, and stars flashed behind her eyelids. Her whole body tensed up as ripples of pleasure cascaded from her core to her extremities. She let out cry after cry, as the most wonderful sensations pulsated through her. She distantly felt his tongue lick her pearl while waves of ecstasy continued to overwhelm her body. She lost all sense of time. When the sensations finally subsided, her body went limp, and her mind became blissfully blank.
She remained in repose and savored the feeling of being absolutely spent. When she eventually opened her eyes, James lay on his side, head resting in his hand. He looked at her adoringly. “How do you feel?”
“Amazing,” she responded serenely. His face lit up in a genuine smile. With his chiseled chest bared and his right arm muscle on full display, he was stunning. His left arm was conspicuously draped behind his back.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
“Oh?”
Left arm forgotten, James hopped off the bed and opened the fall of his breeches with both hands. He slid them off, leaving him in his smallclothes. He then shimmied out of them and threw the undergarments on the floor. He stood at the side of the bed for her perusal.
Her heart fluttered and her cheeks flushed as her gaze traveled from his defined abdomen to his enormous, straining member. It protruded from his body proudly with its veins pulsating. With the scars on his arm and his hulking size, he exuded power and strength. He looked like a virile, ancient god ready for battle. A throbbing reemerged in her core as her eyes remained fixated on his cock.
She wanted him to plunder her.
