Page 118 of Rules for a Bastard Lord
Kiss me.
“I thought so.” She continued to chatter, telling him of every possible thing that had been on her mind. Every feeling, every impression, every second of the last miserable week without him. Everything except for the way she’d longed for him. How she’d relived every caress, every kiss, and wished to do it again.
And then, right when she thought she’d go mad from the wanting, he started laughing. It was a low chuckle, but so warm that it set her heart to fluttering. Stretching up to see his face, she noted the lines around his mouth had eased. The shadow was gone from his eyes. And that…
And that he was looking at her.
Then she finally said her true thoughts out loud.
“Love me.”
He paused for a moment. A stretch of time that made the knots in her belly quiver. She stretched against him, bringing her mouth close. And finally, wonderfully, she was rewarded.
He kissed her.
And not any kiss. He plundered her mouth while his free hand undid the ties of her nightrail. Then he stroked her skin, sliding over her breasts, and pinching her nipples.
Finally! She reveled in every sensation, her body more than ready.
Her hands were equally busy, pulling off his shirt, exploring the contours of his chest. And when he pressed her into the bed, she slid her hands to his back, then lower.
She tugged at his clothing, and he didn’t need more encouragement. He broke their kiss, pulling back to strip off everything. She was equally fast as she lifted off her nightrail.
Then they were naked on her bed, letting their eyes feast on one another. His cock was thick as it stretched toward her. Her breasts were peaked, her legs restless, as his gaze went to the juncture of her thighs.
Then he started to move toward her, but she stopped him. “Bram,” she said, and had to say it again because the word was too husky to be understood. “Bram, last time you…you licked…”
“Yes?”
She smiled at him. “Can I do the same to you?”
He blinked. “Yes.”
“Teach me how?”
“It’s not hard.”
“How you like it best.”
He nodded and repositioned. He leaned back against the headboard and spread his legs. His cock bobbed between his thighs, and she went gingerly to kneel between his knees.
“Wait—” he rasped. “Let me see you first. I have dreamed of seeing it again.”
“What?”
“Stay right there,” he said.
She was on her knees before him, her legs slightly spread.
“Men love to look,” he said. “Touch your breasts. Squeeze them however you like.”
It took a moment, but the heat in his eyes overcame her shyness. He leaned forward, guiding her so that she straightened, her bottom thrust toward him. Then he put her hand on her breasts.
“Lift them. Squeeze them.”
She did. She squeezed herself just how he did, and her mouth parted on a gasp.
“Just like that. Don’t stop.”
