Page 15 of A Dark and Stormy Knight
Feminine heat radiated from beneath the thin barrier of her undergarment, and Morley leaned in to lift her hips and draw it down to her ankles.
He wanted to kiss her again. He never wanted to stop kissing her, and because of that, he didn’t allow himself to do so.
Kissing her was dangerous. As was the sweet detention of her arms.
A man could find himself a willing prisoner of such shackles, and he hadn’t the inclination. He hadn’t expected such sweetness. Hadn’t been prepared for the answering emotion evoked in his body.
Best he keep this carnal.
Lowering himself down, he ducked his head beneath her skirts. His shoulders widened her legs and she leaned back, giving him the sense she’d rested her hands on the stone.
In the pure black beneath her skirts, he used his other senses to guide him.
He breathed in the scent of her. Fresh floral soap, feminine musk, and something that reminded him of ripe, summer berries.
He stilled for a moment, just feeling the sensation of what he’d cupped in his hand. The slight tickle of soft hair. Warm, pliant flesh, which parted in a seam of liquid heat.
He separated her folds with a slow slide of his finger, and she clenched around him with surprisingly strong legs.
“Already so wet,” he murmured, delighted.
“Er—should I—?”
“Should has nothing to do with this.” He pressed his shoulders forward, fighting the reflexive tightening of her trembling thighs. “Relax.”
She gave a tremulous sigh, but then she obeyed, her thighs going slack and her heels returning to the ground.
He moved his finger then, wondering if any woman had been quite so soft, so small, so incredibly hot. He allowed himself a gentle, caressing exploration as he pressed a worshipful kiss to her thigh.
She was highly responsive, this woman. She twitched and tightened to his every motion, her breath hitching over little catches in her throat. His finger drew from the well that sprang from the center of her and painted gentle wet swirls on the little nub of engorged flesh.
Christ, she was so ready.
He wouldn’t even have to work for it.
Unable to wait any longer, he lowered his lips to hover above the very core of her.
“Whatever I do, do not scream,” he warned.
In an instant she was tense again. “S-scream?”
But he did not answer her question.
Because he’d parted her sex with one long, powerful lick.
Chapter 3
Pru screamed.
Or, at least, she threw her head back and opened her mouth, but somehow her throat closed over the sound, releasing a choked whimper instead.
Dear God. This washappening. The most beautiful man she’d ever seen up close was now beneath her skirts.
Licking her.
There.
One of her hands clamped over her mouth, trying to contain the scandal of it all, the pure, wet, unadulterated wickedness.
