Page 58 of Sinfully Wed
All of which meant that she had a general idea of what Jordan meant to do to her. Not specifics, exactly. Another soft ache spilled moisture between her thighs. She couldn’t stop it.
“I wish to reach an understanding, my lord.” She sounded breathless and he’d barely touched her.
“An understanding?”
Jordan’s hands curled around her ankles, his thumbs chafing pleasantly against her stockings. His fingers found the hollow of her knee before pushing her legs apart. “Higher,” he ordered.
She tugged until the ruffle of her petticoats puffed up around her waist, exposing the lower half of her body clad only in her underthings. Not much protection. The cotton was very thin and there was a slit—
Heat stole up her chest to her cheeks.
His thumbs pulled and tugged at the cotton, tracing the stitching. “Lovely.” He leaned in, his breath ruffling the hair of her mound. “I’ve found a part of you that isn’t entirely odd.” One callused finger trailed over her sex, teasing around the edges. “Now, about this understanding you wish to have.” Jordan looked up at her, the bits of green in his eyes twinkling softly in the light of the carriage.
“I think—” The words choked out of Odessa as his tongue trailed along her wet flesh, flicking against a sensitive spot, already swollen. Another wick of moisture flooded between her thighs. This hadn’t been what she’d imagined; it was better.
“I hadn’t expected—” Her knees jerked at the soft press of his lips. “What I mean is—”
“Stay still, Odessa” His hands dug into her thighs. “We’re having an important conversation, aren’t we? Not the sort you’d have with Phillips else I might have to beat him with my fists. Or anyone else, for that matter.”
Another wave of arousal struck her at the possessive nature of his words. Odessa belonged to no one but herself but—a small whimper sounded,hers—perhaps she could cede him ownership if the occasion merited.
Another slow draw of his tongue and Odessa’s breathing faltered and the air escaping her lips came out in tiny gasps. The light, teasing pressure of his mouth elicited small waves of wondrous sensation across the lower half of her body, twisting about her legs to take up residence once more at the apex of her thighs.
“Put your hands on my shoulders.”
Odessa’s fingers curled in the fabric of his coat. Laughter sounded outside the carriage as it rolled past two gentlemen on horseback. They were in the park.
“You, Odessa.” Another long draw of his tongue. “Are one of those rare women for whom arousal is quick. Dry kindling, which when struck with flint, immediately catches flame.” He sucked her slowly into his mouth, tongue moving about in the most delicious manner, pulling Odessa towards an unbelievable peak of pleasure.
“Is that—” The words ended on a soft moan.
“Good?” His breath teased at her folds. “You cannot begin to imagine the things I will do to you, Odessa.”
She bit her lip to keep from crying out; the pleasure, that hum between her thighs, had become almost painful as it thundered to a conclusion. Aunt Lottie, after three glasses of brandy, had tried to describe when Odessa asked what—a woman’s release consisted of—but there weren’t words to describe—“I feel as if I will come apart,” she whispered.
“You will.” He paused, his fingers and thumb replacing his mouth. “You’ll climax with my mouth on you, Odessa. I believe this is the understanding you wished to reach, is it not?”
Another pleasurable ripple slid over her skin. “Yes. I think this could prove to be a benefit to our unwanted union.”
“Agreed.” His tongue once more eased over her, teasing and coaxing until Odessa shamefully writhed against his mouth. One hand stayed on his shoulder while the other cupped the back of his head. Everything sharpened, became honed like the blade of a knife, curling inside her so tightly Odessa worried she would shatter into pieces.
And then she did.
Waves of the most indescribable sensation broke across her skin. One of his hands slid beneath her, pulling Odessa more fully into his mouth. As her eyes fluttered closed, two of his fingers pushed slowly inside her. “Jordan,” she cried brokenly.
Odessa’s legs trembled as her hips moved in tandem with his mouth as Jordan pulled wave after wave of sensation to crest over her body. When at last the pleasure slowly ebbed away, her head fell back against the leather seat, neck no longer able to hold her upright. A lazy, sated feeling stole over her. Opening her eyes, Odessa peered down at Jordan. There was something entirely erotic in watching him move those big, masculine fingers, which were still inside her. Another scar shown stark across the top of his hand near his wrist. One Odessa hadn’t noticed before.
She traced her finger over the curved white line, gasping at the press of his forefinger. “What’s this?”
“Tavern fight,” he murmured, curling both digits inside her until her breath hitched and low, tingling sensation once more vibrated inside her. “Bottle.” He gave her a half-smile before reluctantly easing his hand away and started to straighten her skirts.
“Don’t,” she said. Regret for this rash decision could come later. Tonight, alone in her bed, she could berate herself for giving Jordan her virtue in a slow rolling carriage. “I am not yet finished with our discussion.”
A predatory look passed across his chiseled features. “What more do you wish to discuss?”
“I think you know, my lord.” She gave him a defiant look. “You are not unintelligent.”
Jordan slid onto the leather seat beside her. The fabric of his trousers stretched taut over what could only be a fairly large…male appendage. Of course, Odessa could only surmise. She’d never actually seen—her eyes met his. “And I am certain that I wish to continue.” She nodded to the length clearly outlined beneath the fabric. “I believe you are in agreement.”
