Page 86 of In Need of a Duke
He bent down and whispered against her ear, “Do you feel what you do to me, love?”
She sighed, everything within her aching and needing more. “Tell me.” She licked her lips, meeting his heated stare. “Do you think of mewhen you…” She faltered, the words lingering on her tongue, but she wouldn’t allow fear to govern her words any longer. “When you take yourself in hand, Ian, do you wish it was me?”
“Bloody hell, Lottie.”
A satisfied grin floated to her lips, and suddenly, she was a woman possessed. She had never heard him utter anything so filthy, and she liked it.
“I’ll spend right here. No, stop.” He groaned, reaching out to still her hand. “Not yet, love.”
Apparently, he also appreciated her voicing such thoughts. But she wasn’t ready to stop. She dropped to her knees and peered up at him.
“Lottie, love,” he cautioned. “I am going out of my mind.”
She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his erection, licking up his length. He jerked in her hand, moaning.
“Lottie.”
Half warning, half praise. She took him in her mouth and gently sucked, feeling his body shudder and hearing him curse on his breath, and she smiled to herself.
“Later.” He groaned. “After. Dear God and Heaven.” He framed her face in his hands and shook his head, his eyes heavy with desire. “Get on the chair, Lottie.”
She scrambled backward, sitting on the chair. She moved to untie her stocking finally, but Ian shook his head.
“I’ll do it.”
He fell to his knees and looked up, her hair falling around them both. She felt so incredibly on display, so…
Her eyes caught the reflection in the mirror opposite them. The hard line of his back, the taut muscles in his arms as he braced the side of the chair and ducked down to untie the pink ribbon round her stockings with his teeth.
He nudged her knees apart, spreading her. Then slowly, so incredibly slowly, he rolled each silk stocking down her leg, kissing the inside of her knees, then her thighs, until she was completely naked.
Waiting.
She closed her eyes and gripped the side of the chair in anticipation.
“I know what you can see. Open your eyes, Honeybee. Watch me.”
She peeked down at him, certain her cheeks were burning.
“Do you remember how good it felt to have my mouth here?” His fingers ghosted over the curls between her legs, and she wiggled her hips, needing his touch. Wanting more.
He stilled, one hand on her thigh. “Yes?”
She swallowed and nodded.
“You loved it. I want to do the same again tonight. To taste you, to lick you until you fall apart, and I can feel you shake around my fingers. Don’t?—”
Charlotte opened her eyes.
“Watch me, love. Watch how good we are together.”
He bent down and pressed a light kiss to her mound before skirting his fingers slowly up her thighs and drawing her legs farther apart. He reached behind, pressing his fingers into the top of her bottom and drew her closer to the edge of the chair until he licked her folds, parting her. With a firm stroke of his tongue, she felt fire race through her veins.
They had been no stranger to bedsport before their marriage. It had been near impossible to resist him, and after his proposal, they had excelled at finding time to sneak away. It was those moments that had fueled her thoughts of him in the years since. But tonight, she gathered, Ian wanted to start again.
One, slow, reckoning touch at a time.
“That sweet, pretty sigh,” he whispered against her, pressing his thumb against the small bundle of nerves between her legs. “Let me hear it, Lottie.”
