Page 74 of The Earl's Bluestocking Bride
He kissed her. “You are temptation incarnate. May I remove your clothes?”
“All right.”
He kissed her once more and loosened the ribbons at her back. The soft cotton caressed her skin as it slid down her body. Next, he removed her chemise and stays, until she stood before him, her upper body nude. His gaze skimmed over her, his pupils dilated.
“Stunning,” he murmured.
She bit her tongue to stop the protest that had already formed. She wasn’t beautiful or tempting or stunning or any of the other things he’d called her, but if he wanted to insist she was, she wouldn’t argue. It would be nice to pretend.
He knelt and peeled down her drawers. She kicked them off and removed her silk slippers too.
Now, she was truly nude.
And he was looking at her as though she were a delicacy he wanted to sample.
He stood and wrapped her in his embrace. She shivered as the cool fabric of his suit scraped against her sensitive skin. Heat pulsed at her groin again. There was something awfully scandalous about being completely nude with a fully clothed man.
He removed his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair in the corner. “Lie across the bed, but keep your feet on the floor.”
She perched on the edge of the bed and shuffled backward until only her toes touched the floor, then lay flat on the mattress. He moved, and the air shifted over her nakedness. She shivered, feeling exposed. This was an unusual position. What did he have in mind?
He knelt between her knees and rested one arm over each of her thighs. “Let me bring you pleasure before I take mine.”
She bit her lip and nodded, not quite knowing what he meant but certain that whatever it was, she wanted it. Eyesclosed, she waited for whatever came next. When a wet heat settled over her nether regions, her eyes shot open, and she bolted upright.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
He lifted his mouth from her, his eyes burning into hers. “Pleasuring you.”
“There?”
He grinned rakishly. “Yes. There. Now lie back and tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”
“A-all right.”
She wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but he knew better than she did when it came to matters such as this, so she lay back down, feeling a slight tension through her core that wasn’t there before.
This time, when he put his mouth on her, she didn’t startle or push him away. Instead, she caught her lower lip between her teeth and paid attention to how his touch made her feel. His tongue delved into the softness between her legs the same way it had entered her mouth earlier.
She gripped the bedclothes. Surely this wasn’t normal. But oh, as he licked down her center and teased the bud at the top of her feminine parts, it felt good. He moaned against her flesh, and she shuddered as pleasure rippled through her.
He kissed the top of her mound. “You like that?”
“I do.” She parted her thighs wider to give him better access.
He made a sound in the back of his throat and buried his face between her legs. Despite his obvious enthusiasm, he wasn’t rough. He continued to tease her with his lips and tongue until the pulses of heat she’d experienced earlier were thrumming through her constantly.
He moved his arms from over her legs, and she almost groaned in disappointment. There was something delicious about him pinning her down. But then he slid his armsbeneath her thighs and angled her body toward him so that he could better taste her.
She rose onto her elbows and gazed down at him. His hair was slightly mussed, his eyes the darkest they’d ever been. He looked debauched in the best possible way, and despite holding her gaze, he didn’t stop lapping at her for a single second.
Her hips twitched as an involuntary shudder rolled through her. His clever tongue nudged her bud and drew tight circles around it. Her lower body clenched, and she almost dropped onto her back, but she managed to hold herself there. She wanted to see this.
Something was building within her, winding tighter and tighter. She stared into Andrew’s almost black eyes and wondered what he saw when he looked at her.
His bluestocking wife?
A wanton woman?
