Page 58 of The Viscount in her Bedroom
She tried to make sense her thoughts. “Are you…are you implying something you aren’t saying?”
“Oh, yes.”
Her mind flashed with images of them lying in each other’s arms on the table, and she shuddered.
He slid his hands to her waist. She felt his thumbs feather across her ribs, just beneath her breasts. Biting her lip kept her from groaning. She wanted him to touch her in ways no innocent woman should.
“It’s been many days since you kissed me.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Surely you don’t want me to be out of practice.” He lightly pressed his lips to hers. “Am I in the right place?”
With a moan she slid her arms around him, and he held her tightly. Their kiss was sudden and passionate, no sweetness, only heat and frantic need. She knew what to expect this time, even reveled in the hot thrust of his tongue. She explored his mouth as he did hers, tasting the essence of him, breathing in his scent.
He slid his hands up the front of her, and to her shock he cupped her breasts. Why did she have to be wearing so many clothes? She wanted to feel each caress against her skin, but her corset and dress muted every feeling. She moaned in frustration.
“Wait,” he whispered against her lips.
His deft fingers found the buttons on the front of her bodice, and with practiced ease he undid them and spread her bodice wide. She shouldn’t, she mustn’t—but when his fingers slipped gently between her breasts, she sighed with pleasure.
“Ah, a low corset,” he said triumphantly.
He gave a single push down, and the corset spilled her breasts free. They were still covered in her chemise, but he pushed that off her shoulders and suddenly her breasts were exposed to air.
But not his regard. He did not touch them. Frustration crossed his face, and he murmured, “With hair so red, you must have the whitest breasts, their tips as pink as a summer rose.”
Her nipples hardened like blooms that closed into tight buds when darkness fell. She should cover herself—what if someone came in?—but she stood there, bare, wishing he could see her, her hands clutching his upper arms as if he might let her go.
His hands skimmed up her sides, his thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts. She shivered, suddenly glad for the feel of him so tightly pressed against her hips. It answered a need, but aroused in her so much more. His fingers trailed across her collarbones, then slid slowly downward, riding the slopes of her breasts. She held her breath, her very skin afire wherever he touched. In passing he skimmed over her nipples, and she found herself shuddering hard against him.
“Oh, Simon,” she whispered, but what could she ask for? She only knew that her body craved more of this, that she needed to be so much closer to him. She found herself moving against his hips, seeking something. “Oh, please.”
Then his hands closed around both breasts, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out loud. She dropped her head back, pressing into his palms. He kneaded and caressed, then swirled the tips of his fingers against her nipples. He bent and took one in his mouth.
The shock of his hot, wet tongue caressing her was like nothing she’d ever imagined. Each tug evoked an answering ripple deep in her belly. She pressed against him frantically, holding his head to her. When her hips wriggled against his, he caught her knee in his hand and lifted. He was able to press deeper against her, more intimately. Even through all of her clothes, she knew that this was right, that this would stoke all these wild feelings building inside her.
He groaned and moved to her other breast, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth. With every pull of suction, every moist rasp of his tongue, it was harder and harder to keep her cries silent.
His questing hand found the hem of her skirt, and then he was beneath, sliding up her stocking-covered leg, then over her garters and knee to her outer thigh. After skimming over her drawers, his hand cupped her behind and ground her even tighter against him. Another whimper escaped, as she felt his fingers slide along her bottom, then find the open slit of her garment. For one moment his fingers touched her bare flesh, and it was wet.
With a gasp she suddenly pushed at his chest.
“We shouldn’t—we mustn’t—” She tried to gather her bodice together, but her hands were trembling. What had she been thinking, to let him take such liberties?
ChapterThirteen
Simon shook with the effort of getting himself under control. His body, so long denied, burned to finish what it had started—whathehad started.
He could hear the rustle of her clothing, knew she was covering herself again, when all he wanted to do was taste her, to bury himself inside the tight heat of her.
“Louisa,” he began, then stopped, clearing his throat to ease the huskiness.
“You said you didn’t want to be out of practice,” she said in a low, trembling voice.
“I was teasing you.”
She went on as if she hadn’t heard him. “Am I just a woman to practice on, conveniently available?”
“No!”
“Then what am I? I am a terrible role model for my student, and if your grandmother found out—” She heaved a shaky breath. “I’ve never done anything like this before, never knew there were feelings such as these. Now I realize thatthisis what those men at my last position wanted to do with me, but I always managed to elude them. And now I’m here with you. Except for a few meetings in public, we’ve only known each other for a few weeks. And yet I’ve let you…”
