Page 64 of Tall, Dark & Wicked
“Yes.” She shivered at the warmth of his mouth. “I wish to be thoroughly ruined. Simon would never marry me under such circumstances, especially knowing it was you.” Her words choked out as his mouth lingered over the curve of her hip and the small hollow at the juncture of her thigh. “If I am no longer a virgin, I’m no longer suitable. Mother won’t be able to find me a brilliant match and I’ll be free.”
“So what you are saying is, you’ll have me ruin you. Then you plan to tell your mother and Simon.”
Petra looked down. “I will not ask you for anything else, if that is your concern.” She tossed her head. “This isn’t a ploy to have you do the honorable thing, Brendan. Nor force you…I would never force you into such a decision.”
He saw the truth of her statement in her eyes. Petra, who had never been allowed to make her own decisions about anything, would never take away someone else’s choice. He realized she hadn’t believed him when he had said he meant to have her, or at least not in the permanent sense. What he should have told her was, he meant to keep her. “You’ll be ruined, Petra. A virtual pariah in London. Don’t you care about your reputation?”
A sheen of wetness in her eyes. She blinked and raised her chin. “No. This is my choice. My decision.”
Brendan blew against the soft hair and she shivered. His finger slid down back and forth over her flesh sending ripples of pleasure through her. Pressing another kiss to her stomach, he sank a finger inside her.
Petra sucked in her breath, grasping his shoulders as another finger joined the first.
“You’ve thought quite a bit about this, haven’t you?” Thrusting gently inside her, his thumb moved up, coaxing the most sensitive part of her. His free arm wrapped around her waist.
“Yes.” A deep sigh came from her as his thumb rotated over the sensitive nub, stroking and teasing. He tugged her toward him until she lay splayed across his lap, her legs spread to his questing fingers. “I told you I hadn’t accepted Simon, and I didn’t. But Mother…the betrothal papers have been signed without my consent or knowledge.” A gasp of pleasure followed her words.
He placed his hand over hers, guiding her fingers down to the sensitive flesh. “I see. Touch yourself. Show me how I should please you.”
Tentatively, Petra reached down a forefinger and stroked herself. Her arousal was intensified knowing he watched her, his eyes dark and hot. His mouth fell to hers, and his hand settled on top of hers, moving in unison.
All that came from her lips was a low, sensual moan. He leaned over, and his tongue found the tip of one nipple, sucking the peak into his mouth.
Petra cried out as waves of ecstasy washed over her. Her hips jerked forward as pleasure burst deep inside her. His hand was warm on hers, helping her to ride out each tremor, milking each bit of bliss from her climax. His lips whispered against her ear even as she bucked against him, telling her all the dark, wicked things he meant to do to her.
“Yes.” She moaned. “Anything. Everything.”
* * *
His hands slidunder her knees as he stood, scooping her up and carrying her to the bed. He placed her down gently on the coverlet and padded towards the door.
She propped herself up on one elbow, the waves of her hair covering her breasts as she watched him first throw the lock then discard his clothing.
Her eyes never left his as Brendan slid his trousers down over his hips. His arousal jutted out, hard and almost painful. While she watched, his fingers wrapped around the length. “What is it that you want?”
“You,” she said without looking away. Petra moved back across the bed and, as he came forward, allowed her legs fell apart. His eyes flew to the center of her. Pink and beautiful, begging for his touch. He told himself to show restraint. He didn’t want to frighten her. Or, God forbid, change her mind.
“That’s rather…large,” she whispered, looking at his cock. There was no fear, only curiosity glowing in her eyes.
“No more than average.”
“Somehow, I doubt that, Morwick.” Her back arched gracefully as he came to her on all fours. “I think you are anything but average.”
* * *
Petra couldn’t seemto control the slight tremble of her body as Brendan came toward her. His body was so different from hers and his…what should she call it? She knew what was supposed to happen. Mother’s version was that she do fulfill her wifely duties and be still. Her cousin, Jemma, however, had been much more detailed and positive about what would happen. But seeing things from the current perspective was far different.
He must have noticed her slight nervousness. “We can stop, Petra. I’m going to —”
“No.” She held out her arms to him, tracing the dark line of his beard across his jaw. “I’m very sure I wish to be ravished. By you.” She looked down at his arousal. “And that.”
A slight twist of his lips, the half-frown she so adored, appeared. His dark head lowered to her stomach, ebony curls skimming her belly as his tongue traced a line around her navel. Tiny nibbles traveled across the soft skin of her thighs. His head moved lower until she felt his breath against the soft hair of her mound.
“Are you—” How wicked. Jemma had told her of such a thing, but Petra hadn’t quite understood.
“Going to taste you? Yes. I dream of kissing you there.”
“You do? Well, I never thought—” Her words dissolved into a soft mewl, the kind a cat makes as it is stroked. The feel of his tongue there was so delicious Petra thought she may well die from such a thing. Whatever censure she endured after this night would be worth it.
